[MTL]My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 94: 094

Rong Ting was holding a small ticket in his hand, which was both surprising and exciting. He looked up at Song Yuan. Because he was very noisy here, he had to shout "Mom, what do you want, I will give you a pump"

This tone is too confident.

Song Yuan tiptoed to see the prizes placed at the lottery, pointed to the yellow mini suitcase and said, "I want that. If you go out for a tour, you can just use it."

"Good" Rong Ting nodded solemnly, and his face looked like a win.

Rong Hong is not used to this kind of shoving and noisy occasions, especially when he is pushed by an aunt again

It was their turn to draw, and Rong Ting almost exerted his strength to feed the milk and turned the turntable forcibly, and the next moment was the time to look forward to.

The hands turned around, successfully avoided the first prize of two thousand shopping cards, the second prize refrigerator, the third prize electric car, and finally stopped on the two bags of rice.

The shopping guide held the microphone and said in excitement, "Congratulations to this kid, I got two bags of Thai rice, forty pounds."

Rong Ting was quite happy. Although he didn't draw the suitcase he wanted after his mother, he won two big bags of rice. The so-called food is the rule of the people. He used his own luck to draw two bags of rice. At least he I do n't have to buy rice for a long time with my mother.

Song Yuan is also in a good mood. It is important to participate in the lottery. She is happy when she draws a tissue. She is so happy when she sees her son so happy.

Only Rong Hong, who was standing aside, looked at the two bags of rice on the ground and wanted to sigh.

It 's good to draw two bags of rice, but the key is how to bring it back. He ca n't let his son, who is six years old, officially lift up after a week or two. How can he mention forty pounds of rice

Rong Hong has always been a thief. Before Song Yuan's mind had any trouble about how to lift two bags of rice back, he consciously stepped forward and picked up a bag of rice.

Twenty pounds of rice in one hand and one bag is not too light. In ancient times, Rong Hong also liked reading more than practicing martial arts. Just looking at his image in ancient times, he knew that he was a literati, but he did not show it It seemed a little embarrassed, as if he was not talking about forty pounds of rice, but two or three pounds of cotton.

"Let's go," Rong Hong said calmly.

Song Yuan was a little surprised, and hurriedly said, "That, let me pick up a bag. This is too heavy."

Rong Hong shook his head with a smile. "You also said that this is very heavy. Let me mention it. I don't think it's very heavy. It's easy."

Song Yuan was really surprised, "Do you really feel relaxed? It seems that you really did exercise in those five years, I remember you before"

Having said that, she froze, and swallowed back those words that were not spoken.

She did n't know his identity before. How happy the two of them were at that time. Once they were going up the mountain to see the temple. She could n't climb, begging him to carry her. Faithfully looked at her.

In the end, he still carried her, but before he reached the middle of the mountain, he was as tired and panting.

At the time, his mouth was very poisonous, saying that it was not his weak chicken, but that she was heavier than him, and she was so anxious to bite him.