[MTL]My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 10

Song Yuan may not know how to explain other things, this matter is too simple for her!

Song Yuan flicked her cell phone out of her pocket as quickly as possible, and opened her photo album, which contained all her treasures.

Opening a photo of Zhang Shuaibi, Song Yuan was very excited and nervously asked, "This is handsome to me."

Then I searched Zhang Luren's picture temporarily, "This is not handsome to me."

Rong Ting's expression at this moment is really similar to the subway grandpa's expression pack on his mobile phone.

He also wondered why his mother-in-law was like this.

"It turned out that my mother asked my father if he was personable, handsome, handsome, and beautiful?"

Song Yuan said aloud, and then laughed: "Okay, you can say the same." No wonder now some friends are calling for more books. No, by now, her language knowledge is really very barren, only kwsl, awsl , I can, delicious, hahahaha ...

She graduated from college and is not as good as a child.

Rong Ting recalled that given that the people he met every day were either eunuchs with male voices, female court ladies, and silver-haired eunuchs, he really didn't know if he should put these words on his father. The emperor.

"Father emperor is not arrogant, diligent in politics, broad-minded, and is Dai Mingjun."

Song Yuan was silent for a moment. "Your father is not here. You don't need to play rainbow farts, just tell the truth."

Rong Ting answered honestly: "I don't know. Father Huang should be handsome."

What is supposed to be?

Straight up and down.

"Okay, I'm not embarrassing you anymore, I just ask you, is he young?" It seemed afraid to hear a bad answer, Song Yuan said, "If he is very old, he must be stubborn, so he can't do well. You do n't have any hair at all, so don't tell me! If that's the case, don't tell me, I won't be able to sleep tonight. "

Rong Ting was relieved and relieved. "This question can still be answered by isolation. Father Emperor is in his prime."

Song Yuan also exhaled. "Thank you, coo, I won't have nightmares tonight."

After these chats, Rong Ting didn't feel awkward either. When Song Yuan slaps skin lotion on his face, he puts forward his own request, "After the mother, the story you wrote to Gu, the Gu has fallen into a stream, but never heard it. It is a pity that the mother-in-law told the story herself. "

It turned out to be awkward, just want to hear her tell him a bedtime story?

Although Song Yuan really wanted to go surfing at the moment, she did not ignore the request of a child. She readily agreed, "Okay! Go to bed first, and I will come when I'm busy."

Rong Ting was so excited that he returned to his room happily.

This dormitory is really small, but because he is with his mother, he feels more happy than staying in his own palace.

He didn't hold back, rolled over on the bed, and felt that the move was unsuitable. He quietly looked at it and found that he didn't see it after the mother, which was a little relief.

Since that strange thing happened, Song Yuan has tightened her skin management.

She is very willing to spend money on protecting her face and body. In addition to the essential medical beauty items, her usual skin care products are also high-end expensive series. After this period of repair, it was finally restored before She was white and delicate and shiny. She used to stay up all night with her young collagen, but now she dares not to die. Except last night, she can't wait to fall asleep before ten o'clock.