[MTL]My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 30: 030

When Song Yuan returned home, Rong Ting was playing a tablet game.

He finally has something in common with the children here, that is, he likes playing games! Song Haiping was relatively addicted to the Three Kingdoms killing some time ago. Rong Ting watched him play for a while and was very interested, so he plunged into the game pit.

Fortunately, Rong Ting has an extraordinary ability to control himself. He is not addicted.

Song Yuan felt that Rong Ting was much more disciplined than her, so she didn't seem to have any stance to educate him on this. You know, she surfed the Internet until the early hours of the day, or Rong Ting got up to the bathroom at midnight and saw her room The light is still on, which in turn urges her to go to bed early, don't stay up all night ...

Thinking of this, she is a shameless mother.

Song Yuan casually put the paper bag on the coffee table, and Rong Ting glanced, "What?"

"An apple from someone else." Song Yuan sighed as he thought of the handsome white-haired man.

"Why is your mother worried?" Rong Ting also sensitively realized that Song Yuan's interest was not very high, and she was very happy when she entered the door. What happened?

Even if Song Yuan's brain was lacking, he wouldn't say it in front of Rong Ting, "It's just too tired to work overtime. I'll take a shower."

"Yep."

After Song Yuan took the pajamas into the bathroom, Rong Ting lowered the tablet in his hand and got down from the sofa. He followed her previous steps to make milk and gave her a cup of hot milk on the bed.

Song Yuan blows her hair after taking a shower.

Rong Ting followed, "Mother, the lights in your room are not off."

"Oh it's all right."

Rong Ting was nervous. This was the first time he had made milk for his mother-in-law. He hoped that his mother-in-law would soon find out and praise him quickly, and could not help urging her.

"Do you still know that it's bad to waste electricity?" Song Yuan turned off the hair dryer, making him laugh. "It's okay, the lights in my room are energy-saving. Or, can you turn me off?"

Rong Ting froze, "Not good."

Something went wrong.

When Song Yuan went back to the living room sitting on the sofa, she thought about it, she thought about it, it 's really bad behavior to go back to the room to turn off the lights, and waste the electricity. The children pointed out that if she did n't correct it, Set a good example for him?

Sitting on the sofa, Rong Ting watched her quietly, and when she saw her entering the room, he sat subconsciously straightened, looking nervously at the door of the room.

When Song Yuan saw the hot milk on the bedside table, he immediately understood what was going on.

When she came out of the room, Rong Ting immediately drew her eyes and continued to stare at the TV.

"Coo, you washed me milk?" Song Yuan sat down beside him, very happy, whether he refused or not, hugged him.

Rong Ting struggled.

Song Yuanwen whispered: "His Royal Highness, let my mother hug her without losing a little meat."

Rong Ting didn't move and calmed down, even holding out her small paw to hug her awkwardly.

The mother-in-law's body is fragrant and smells good. He sniffs hard. He wants to always remember the taste, which is the taste of the mother-in-law.

"Cuckoo, I want to apologize to you," Song Yuan said suddenly. "Cuckoo, you will never be my trouble and burden. You and my parents are my most important people."