[MTL]My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 25: 0

I don't know if it's Song Yuan's illusion. She always felt that the handsome white-haired man appeared, and the woman who was also a shrewd woman scolding the street was quiet for a moment.

Song Yuan knew that it was the morning rush hour to work, and she really didn't want to delay others to work because of the accident.

"Thank you." Song Yuan put the mobile phone back in his bag, watching the car on the road as slow as a snail, and felt very sorry in his heart, but did not forget to thank the handsome white-haired guy. That chaotic scene, maybe she would be hit by that woman.

Rong Hong looked at Song Yuan and said softly: "No need to thank me, I can't get used to this kind of thing."

Hearing Rong Hong's words made people with different expressions.

Rong Hong's driver followed, and when he heard him speak, he was shocked, like a ghost.

The woman was also very surprised. She was sure that she had read it right. She thought that the two were a couple. Are they strangers for a long time? No, since it is a stranger, why did this man just look at her with a gaze that can't wait to kill her? ? ?

"I'm so sorry."

Song Yuan's cheeks were not so thick. When she saw the drivers passing by, they all rolled down the windows, and they looked very irritable. She understood them very well.

Once when she drove to work, she also encountered a rear-end accident. She was blocked for more than ten minutes, and was almost late. She felt that she was usually a good temper, and she was very irritable that day.

"I'm sorry," Song Yuan apologized to the passing drivers.

It is the other person's fault for others to have no qualities, although she is not responsible for this matter, but she is also a party to this accident.

Rong Hong looked at her to apologize to others, lowered her eyelids, disguised her true emotions, and regained her gentleness when she looked back at Song Yuan. "This has nothing to do with you. You don't need to apologize."

Song Yuan froze and smiled indifferently. "Now my car is blocking the road."

She raised her hands and pinched her hair behind her ears. The winter morning temperature was still very low. She wore a white duck down jacket with fair skin.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?" Rong Hong looked at her, his hands in his coat pockets. In fact, his hands were shaking when he talked to her, but his appearance was still very gentle and calm.

"Ah, it's not needed." Song Yuan waved his hand. "The traffic police is coming soon. You should also go to work, right?"

Rong Yunen said aloud.

"Then I leave first."

Song Yuan waved at him with a frown, "Goodbye, thank you today."

Rong Hong saw her smile for a moment.

When I turned around, I changed my face for a second, and swept across the gentle and elegant Song Yuan, with no expression on my face, serious and indifferent, which caused a lot of pressure.

The driver followed him and helped him open the back seat door.

The driver is now sweating for himself, waiting to sit in the driver's seat to fasten his seat belt, ready to go, only to hear his boss sitting in the back seat said coldly: "I don't want family members to know what happened today. "

!! !! !!

The driver wanted to cry without tears. To be honest, he didn't expect that the boss wouldn't lose his voice at all. He would speak clearly! Why pretend to be dumb!