[MTL]My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 67

Rong Hua rarely calls Song Yuan. It does not mean that he doesn't want to. He wants to see her every day and wants to talk to her on the phone every day. But no, he doesn't dare to take the wrong step. After finally counting the days to the thirties, he finally found an excuse and finally called her phone.

In the early morning of the thirteenth year of the New Year, Song Yuan was also very busy, dressing both himself and Rong Ting.

Two people stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror and looked like two big red envelopes.

Song Yuan was wearing a red down jacket, and Rong Ting was wearing the same style. The special celebration was in line with the theme of Chinese New Year.

"Hey." When answering the call, Song Yuan was watching Rong Ting write a couplet.

"it's me."

"Well, I know, there is a caller ID."

Rong Hong was silent for a moment, and then said, "Happy New Year."

"Well, you also have a happy New Year." Song Yuan is not the kind of person who will make the atmosphere cold, "Cuckoo is writing couplets, we will post couplets later."

The cheerfulness of her voice raised his involuntary lips. "I have read his calligraphy, and the writing is really good."

"He always said you have nothing in the world of painting and calligraphy." Song Yuan sighed, and then said, "Yes, I'm going to see a psychiatrist to see if I can treat my amnesia. I asked the doctor, yours Amnesia may be caused by a damaged brain, and you can also treat it. "

Rong Zheng looked up, but he didn't seem to think she would bring it up. His eyes were deep, but his voice was still gentle as ever. "Well, I'm really receiving treatment, but the effect is not very good. The doctor said that he should slowly Come, I am also taking medicine. "

"I haven't heard you say" Song Yuan was a little surprised. "It seems that you were really hurt at the time. My father said that you seemed to have been rescued several times. In fact, you don't have to deliberately force yourself to remember."

"Then why are you going to the treatment too, remember it?" Rong Hong asked her.

"I think I should think of it. After all, I should have stayed in ancient times for a long time. I can't really be confused when that time does not exist."

"I think so too. I always feel that I have forgotten very important people and things. After a while, I am going to go abroad. I heard that there are also great doctors abroad, and I want to ask you something."

"what's up"

Rong Hong's expression slightly converged. "If after we all recover our memory, you find that I am a very bad person, or that I have hurt you, will you not let me see Rong Ting again?"

This question is a bit tricky.

Song Yuan looked at Rong Ting, who was seriously grinding, thought for a moment, and said honestly, "No."

"Really"

"Anyway, you are his father. You want to see him, and he wants to see you. I won't stop it. At this time, couples have divorced, and they haven't seen anyone who won't let the other person see their children. Accountable. "

divorce

Rong Hong suddenly understood what she meant.

She was when they were ex-husbands who had been divorced.

In fact, Song Yuan also thought about this problem. For the ancient torture and physical abuse she had n't seen in her early years, the child she was able to sit on in the back was raised as a prince, which means that her career in the harem should be Not too miserable. The poorest plot she can think of is that she was targeted by the emperor. In fact, the emperor had Bai Yueguang in her heart. It was only to protect Bai Yueguang that she spoiled her. The worst plot was that the emperor jealous of the general's mansion. And killed her brother