[MTL]My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 101: 101

Song Yuan ordered a seaside villa on the island.

It is spring now, and the peak season of island tourism has passed, and the off-season is about to be ushered in. Song Yuan took out her mobile phone and looked at the weather forecast. At this time, the local temperature was above 30 degrees. When she returned to the villa room, she immediately put on a beautiful dress and it was a long absence! When she got out of the room and went downstairs, the father and son were sitting on the sofa with their backs straight. Both of them were wearing long-sleeved trousers. Rong Ting couldn't bear the heat, and he took off his jacket after psychological struggle.

Song Yuan's dress was bought last summer. The design and cut are similar to cheongsam. She is very thin. After raising a bit of meat in a winter, wearing this cheongsam dress is even better. The skirt was above the knees, which revealed the white and slender calves. The escalator came down, and the father and son looked at them together.

Both eyes looked exactly the same.

Yes, nothing amazing.

For the ancients, they really couldn't appreciate this dress.

"Doesn't it look good?" Song Yuan turned around in front of them, and was in a good mood. "I like summer so much. But why don't you change clothes, don't you get hot?"

Rong Ting still ca n't break through his inner defense. In the hot spring and the swimming pool, there is no way to choose. At this moment, I do n't get into the water and expose my legs and arms. Is n't it too inappropriate? He shook his head and said stubbornly and stubbornly, "Not hot, I'm not hot."

What he thought, Song Yuan really could see through at a glance, she didn't want to force him, and after a walk in the sun, she was so sweaty that the boy would naturally obey the white flag and surrender.

She looked at Rong Hong. "How about you, aren't you hot?"

In the impression, this person is very afraid of heat.

Rong Hong is much more cunning than Rong Ting. He knows the timing of the trial. If it is not hot at the moment, if he is forced to put on a summer dress by the situation, wouldn't his face be swollen? He opened his eyes decisively and said, "I don't have summer clothes."

Song Yuanen gave a glance and glanced at the clock. "It's still early. Let's go to the nearby mall and buy you two summer clothes. You can wear them tomorrow when you come back to the water."

"it is good."

Rong Ting looked at his father Huang with a grudge ...

He has his own ideas. As the emperor of a country, he can show his arms and legs. He is still a six-year-old child. What good is it to talk about rules? Anyway, the father emperor is his role model. He can do whatever he wants to do. Now that the father emperor is ready to change the summer clothes, what can he do?

So Rong Ting raised his small paw without any psychological burden and said crisply, "After the mother, I was not hot just now, it's hot now. I'll go up and change my clothes. Will we go to the beach later?"

"Well, go to the beach."

Rong Ting flew upstairs and went upstairs to the room. After a while, he replaced the short black sleeves that Song Yuan had bought for him, paired with nine-point loose plaid pants, put on a fisherman hat, and took off a little male god. He is also very idolized. He hesitated for a few minutes in the room. He found sunglasses from a small backpack and put them on. He always felt that the black glasses were like ancient masks. No one knew him when he was wearing sunglasses.

After putting on summer clothes, Rong Ting felt much cooler. Of course, after hearing his mother blowing rainbow farts to him constantly, he did not control the arc of his lips.