[MTL]My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 28: 028

When Song Yuan came to the bus platform, the car she was waiting for was just here.

Today, as always, there are many people waiting for the bus. Song Yuan got on the bus first, Rong Hong followed, he gave cash.

The two of them found a place in the middle to stand. There was no seat in the car at this point. Fortunately, there was no crowd in the car.

Rong Hong did not take the initiative to talk to Song Yuan. Song Yuan was still immersed in his own world. He dreamed of that dream all of a sudden, and thought of Rong Ting. Even if a handsome man stood in front of her, thinking that his With a son, she can also control her heart rate a little.

Being a mother is really not easy! Shouldn't she be insulated from love in the future?

Song Yuan resisted the urge to chat with him.

Rong Hong is very tall. He pulls the ring easily with his hand. Although there are a lot of people in the car, he can still easily distinguish her smell, just like before.

Like this, she was able to stand beside him, and even if he didn't say a word, he was satisfied.

Suddenly, he felt that someone was pulling his clothes, and looking down, a naughty little girl was looking up at him.

"Uncle, uncle ~"

Song Yuan was attracted by the child's voice, and then bowed her head, and saw that there was a cute little girl with a ball in her head next to Rong Hui.

Of course, Rong Hong knew that Song Yuan was watching him. He bent down, his face was a gentle smile, and he asked softly, "What's the matter, boy?"

"Uncle, why are you white-haired! Just like my grandpa! But you look younger than my grandpa." The little girl should be really very curious, so she asked with courage.

The little girl's mother was very embarrassed and hurried over to pull her away. She said apologetically to Rong Hong, "I'm sorry, the child is not sensible."

Rong Hong's expression was soft, "It doesn't matter." He looked at the little girl again, his smile deepened. "Child, your uncle's white hair is dyed. Your black hair is very beautiful. Uncle is already thinking about whether to dye black. . "

Song Yuan watched Rong Ye so patiently and gentlely talking to the little girl, and for a moment she was very emotional. After the little girl walked with her mother, she blurted out subconsciously, "You have patience with your children."

"Really? Maybe I prefer children." Rong Hui also glanced back at the little girl. "Should always be more patient with children."

"Neither." Song Yuan shook his head. "A lot of people don't like children and feel very troublesome. Patients like you are so patient that they don't really do much."

Rong Hong laughed. "I thought you did a great job after hearing such praise."

Song Yuan didn't know if he had a filter, but she felt that this white-haired handsome guy really poked at her aesthetics, and she could not resist this gentle and handsome handsome guy.

If it weren't for the children at home, if those things hadn't happened, she would have put down her restraint and took the initiative.

It's a pity.

Although still standing together as yesterday, Song Yuan did not have the interest of chatting today. She is also very afraid of this. It is easy to be embarrassed to be with a half-baked person, especially if you do n't want to chat, if you are familiar with When people are together, they talk freely when they want to talk, and very comfortable when they don't want to talk.