My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

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     Jing City's climate was relatively dry, and this was a heating district. The wind outside was bitterly cold, but inside the house, it was as warm as spring.

Song Yuan bought several humidifiers in one go to work together, and only then did she feel less dry.

When she got up, Rong Ting had already started practicing calligraphy.

Song Yuan stretched in the living room and pretended to say casually, "It's so dry here, isn't it? I feel like I'm about to have a nosebleed. "

Rong Ting put down the brush in his hand and moved his wrist before saying, "Really? I think it's all the same. When I was there, the house was also heated every day. "

He miscalculated.

"Don't you think there's a lot of dust in Jing City?" Although Song Yuan had settled in Jing City, she was used to staying in her hometown and was not very used to coming to Jing City.

"It's okay."

Sigh, this child was not easy to fool. Song Yuan was too lazy to beat around the bush and went straight to the point. "That, Gugu, I think that since we're unfamiliar with this place, why don't we go back?"

She felt that she could not stay in Jing City any longer, but she still had to ask for Rong Ting's opinion.

Was it really good for the child to change places frequently?

It wasn't easy for him to adapt to life here, and he also made new friends in the organization.

Rong Ting looked at her in surprise. "Why do you want to go back? Haven't we already discussed it?"

"Yes. Mother is very lonely here. My relatives and friends are not here. Sometimes I miss home. "

So it's like that …

Rong Ting was deep in thought. He walked in front of Song Yuan, pulled her hand, and whispered, "I'm fine with anything. Mother, you can decide. "

"Why are you so obedient?" Song Yuan was a little touched. "I wasn't as obedient as you when I was young."

"I know that all the choices and decisions mother makes are for my own good." The more Rong Ting understood this era, the more he knew what his mother had given up for him.

"Yes!" Song Yuan squatted down and held him in her arms. She stroked his head with her right hand and said in a gentle and firm tone, "Yes, Mom only wants Gugu to grow up happily and healthily."

Rong Ting trusted her so much. She thought that in the past five years, he must have lived like a prince. He was really above everyone else. In fact, she did not have any feelings for him before this. His love for her was purely a child's love for his mother. As for real feelings, there was not much. Feelings could only be cultivated through time.

However, he still trusted her wholeheartedly and never doubted her. This kind of unreserved trust, perhaps in the eyes of many mothers, was deserved. However, she had been absent from his life for a few years, yet she was still able to gain his trust. She was especially moved.

Trust should be mutual. She couldn't think of everything for him just because she was his mother and not give him the right to choose and know.

Song Yuan had already decided to tell the truth to Gugu, but she had not thought of how to say it. Her mind was in a mess.

At noon, Song Yuan received a message from her good friend Xie Ya: "Yuanyuan, I heard something! Ji Junpei rejected an invitation from a big company here. Yesterday, when we all had lunch together, he said that he wanted to go to the capital to develop his career! "