[MTL]My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 77: 077

Hearing Rong Hong's words, Song Yuan didn't reply.

It was almost twenty seconds before she could drive through the intersection again. She also had a short period of twenty seconds affected by what he said.

If this sentence was spoken from his mouth in the harem in ancient times, she would definitely not believe it, nor dare to believe it.

Whether he is talking or doing something, the first idea is how to maximize the benefits. When he is asleep, he has more eyes than her. At least in ancient times, she had never seen anyone with him in his mind. Alive. Of course, as he once said, sitting on that chair, he does not count others, others will count him. If the emperor was counted by others, wouldn't it be too incompetent and ridiculous?

Now he said that, she believed it.

She believed he loved her as much as she loved him.

Later, she thought about it more than once. If he was only Ziheng, that would be all right, but he was not only Ziheng, he was also emperor. Any decision he made was related to the people.

As if she hadn't heard it, anyway, he said it for nothing.

Song Yuan turned on the car music and played all her favorite songs.

It was no surprise that Rong Hong saw that she had not responded. In fact, sitting next to her like now, he was satisfied even without saying a word.

Thinking of her parable, he also thought of himself. When she disappeared, he thought that someone had hid her. During that time, people were heart-wrenched, and he was imprisoned in and out of the city. Even the General's Mansion was searched over and over by him many times. He sent an undercover agent to stare at the General's Mansion for half a year. Finally, he finally accepted the fact that she disappeared.

In those five years, he even had a ridiculous idea. As long as she was still here, even if she wasn't a queen, he would accept it even if she didn't marry him.

Now think about it, he also deceived himself, he could not accept her to be with anyone other than him.

The two did not speak along the way. Song Yuan drove carefully, while Rong Hong was thinking what to do next.

Rong Ting counted the time. After the mother and father were almost approaching, he turned off the lights at home and locked the windows. Then he went out with his child's insulation pot, but just closed the door and saw The neighbour aunt stood in the door with a big bag and looked uncomfortable. Rong Ting was actually a little scared to see her now. Her belly was too big to scare him.

But even if she was scared, Rong Ting took the initiative to trot forward and said softly, "Auntie, do you need my help?"

The neighbour aunt was very kind to him and often gave him fruit to eat.

Wu Siyu was really a bit lonely and helpless at the moment. Even if Rong Ting was only a six-year-old, she seemed to have caught the life-saving straw, and her voice was a bit unstable. Bag? Auntie has no hand. "

"Well, good!" Rong Ting took the biggest bag in her hand and asked her, "Auntie, what's wrong with you?"

Wu Siyu was also scared to death, but she was still a little stable, and she was crying. "I and I seem to have broken amniotic fluid. This is more than a week before the due date. No one is at home. I listen. He said he should go to the hospital immediately if his amniotic fluid broke ... "

Amniotic fluid broke? Go to the hospital, that's not to have a baby!

Rong Ting stepped back in shock.