When Song Yuan returned home, Rong Ting was playing games on his tablet.
He finally had something in common with the children here, and that was, they both liked to play games! Song Haiping was more addicted to Legend of the Three Kingdoms some time ago. Rong Ting watched him play for a while and was very interested, so he dived into the game.
Fortunately, Rong Ting had extraordinary self-control, so he did not get addicted.
Song Yuan felt that Rong Ting was more self-disciplined than her, so she did not seem to be in a position to educate him on this. Previously, she surfed the Internet until dawn, and it was Rong Ting who woke up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet. When he saw that the light in her room was still on, he urged her to go to bed early and not stay up late …
Thinking of this, as a mother, she felt quite embarrassed.
Song Yuan casually placed the paper bag on the coffee table. Rong Ting glanced at it. "What is it?"
"An apple from someone." Song Yuan thought of the white-haired handsome man and could not help but sigh.
"Why is mother so worried?" Rong Ting was also sensitive to the fact that Song Yuan was not very happy. She was clearly very happy when she entered the door. Did something happen?
Even if Song Yuan was a fool, she would not mention this in front of Rong Ting. "I'm too tired from working overtime. I'm going to take a shower."
"Okay."
After Song Yuan took her pajamas into the bathroom, Rong Ting put down the tablet in his hand and got down from the sofa. He learned the steps she used to make milk and made her a cup of hot milk and placed it at the bedside.
Song Yuan came out of the shower to dry her hair.
Rong Ting followed suit. "Mother, the light in your room is not turned off."
"Oh, it's okay."
Rong Ting was nervous. This was the first time he made milk for his mother. He hoped that his mother would quickly find out and praise him. He could not help but urge her. "Mother, it's not good to waste electricity."
"You know that it's not good to waste electricity?" Song Yuan turned off the hairdryer and was amused by his words. "It's okay. The light in my room is energy-saving. Or can you turn it off for me? "
Rong Ting said coldly, "Not good."
Something was amiss.
Song Yuan saw Gugu return to the living room angrily and sit on the sofa. She thought about it and decided to go back to the room to turn off the lights. Wasting electricity was indeed bad behavior. The child had pointed it out. If she did not correct it, how could she be a good example for him in the future?
Rong Ting was sitting on the sofa, but he was secretly watching her. When he saw her enter the room, he instinctively sat up straight and looked nervously at the door.
Song Yuan saw the warm milk on the bedside table and immediately understood what was going on.
When she came out of the room, Rong Ting immediately retracted his gaze and continued to stare at the television.
"Gugu, did you make milk for me?" Song Yuan sat down beside him. She was very happy. She didn't care whether he would refuse or not. She hugged him.
Rong Ting struggled.
Song Yuan said gently, "My Crown Prince, let Mommy hug you. You won't lose a piece of flesh."
Rong Ting stopped moving and quieted down. He even reached out his little paws and hugged her awkwardly.
Mother Empress's body smelled good. He sniffed hard, wanting to remember this smell forever. It was Mother Empress's smell.
"Gugu, I want to apologize to you." Song Yuan suddenly said, "Gugu, you will never be a trouble or burden to me. You and my parents are the most important people to me."
Rong Ting was a little embarrassed, but he still said, "This Prince knows."
The old palace maid did not lie to him. She said that when he was only one or two months old, Mother Empress loved to hug him and tell him that she loved him the most.
Rong Ting had a very regular schedule. He had to go to bed around 9: 30. Song Yuan told him bedtime stories every day, but the child was no longer satisfied with children's stories like the crow drinking water. He wanted to listen to thrilling stories. Song Yuan had no choice. During the day, she had to review the Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Water Margin when she was free in the company. Rong Ting liked the Romance of the Three Kingdoms very much. He said that he liked Cao Cao the most.
He said that Cao Cao was the most domineering and ambitious person. He did not like Liu Bei very much. He said that Liu Bei loved to cry. Obviously, men did not cry easily.
In short, in order to tell Rong Ting bedtime stories and to keep up with his rhythm, she had now started to study again.
After Rong Ting fell asleep, Song Yuan secretly put a set of paper, ink, brush, and inkstone that she had asked someone to buy on his bedside table.
It was not that there was no good ink, paper, and inkstone, but the price was not cheap.
She hoped that he would like it. Tomorrow was Christmas. Although the boy did not believe in Santa Claus in this world, she still wanted to celebrate the holiday for him.
***
Early the next morning, Rong Ting woke up and prepared to go to the bathroom as usual. As soon as he got up, he saw a big gift box on the bedside table.
There was a Christmas tree in the living room and stickers on the windows. It was very festive, but he did not forget that it was Christmas today.
He carefully opened the gift box and found a set of ink, paper, and inkstone inside. It looked like it was of high quality.
He was very surprised and the corners of his mouth curled up.
When Song Yuan woke up, Rong Ting was still in a good mood. She saw him touching the set of ink, paper, and inkstone, and deliberately said in a very exaggerated tone, "Gugu, did you see that? Santa Claus sent you a gift!"
Rong Ting originally wanted to say that there was no such thing as Santa Claus in the world, but when he raised his head and saw that his mother was even more pleasantly surprised than him, he silently swallowed back the words that dampened the mood and gently nodded.
Mother, no, there is no Santa Claus in this world.
I am not related to Santa Claus. Why would he prepare such a surprise for me?
Mother is my Santa Claus.
Today was Christmas. Chen Linjing and Song Haiping would be coming. The two of them were almost fifty years old. The only concept they had for the Western Festival was that it was a day to make money. Today, the supermarket was having an event. The clothing store and the online store were also having an event. They were originally very busy, but when they thought that this might be their grandson's first Christmas, they pushed aside their work and wanted to come.
Before they came, Song Yuan took Rong Ting out for breakfast.
Rong Ting still did not like to eat out, but today was special. Song Yuan specially took him to a nearby hotel for breakfast.
Cantonese breakfast was basically small plates. Song Yuan ordered a lot, but Rong Ting took the initiative to stop her. "Mother, grandfather and grandmother are not coming. You and I don't need to order so much. We can't finish it."
The waiter was already shocked when he heard Rong Ting call Song Yuan 'mother'.
Although there were a lot of young mothers these days, none of them were so young.
Song Yuan did not care much about how others looked at her. She did not care about such gazes.
In the past, she always had her phone with her when eating. Now that she was with Rong Ting, she tried not to touch her phone. After sitting down, she wanted to see where her parents were, so she opened her bag to take her phone. However, she found a small pink gift box in her bag. She took it out and was a little surprised.
Yesterday on the bus, she had rummaged through her bag. From last night until now … If someone wanted to surprise her, it could only be Rong Ting!
She looked up at Rong Ting.
Rong Ting seemed to be eating the shrimp dumplings seriously. She did not know if it was because of the cold wind just now, but his ears were a little red.
Song Yuan opened the box and found a pearl hair ring inside.
Sob, sob, sob.
"Gugu, did you give this to me?" It was so touching! She actually received a gift! And it was a gift from Gugu!
Rong Ting put down his chopsticks and said seriously, "No, it was a gift from Santa Claus."
Song Yuan was so touched that she did not care about breakfast anymore. She took out her phone and found an angle to take a picture of the hair ring. In the end, she chose a good filter and thought about it before posting it on her WeChat Moments to show off.
[A Christmas gift. Thank you, my baby duck. Love you!]
She had been popular since she was young and had many good friends in her WeChat Moments. When she posted on her WeChat Moments, many people thought that she was no longer single and sent their blessings.
"What Yuanyuan? You're in love! When did this happen!! "
"Congratulations Yuanyuan! When will you bring a boyfriend to our Kangkang? He must be a handsome guy. "
"Hurry up and set up a date!"
"I announce that I'm out of love. Yuanyuan, you're actually in love behind my back ~"
Song Yuan originally wanted to refute the rumors, but on second thought, Ji Junpei would definitely see her WeChat Moments. In order to save herself some trouble, she decided to go with the flow.
There was a college classmate in her WeChat Moments. Their relationship was average and not very good. In the circle of congratulatory comments, her post was more conspicuous. "Yuanyuan, you have a boyfriend? Your boyfriend is quite honest. He actually gave you a hair ring. Hahaha, my boyfriend likes to waste money. This time, he gave me Tiffany's diamond ring. It's so annoying. You're about to get married, but you're still so wasteful. "
She did not have a feud with this classmate. If she really wanted to talk about it, they did not have any grudges. It was probably just that they wore the same clothes a few times and were photographed and discussed on the school forum. Since then, this classmate wanted to compete with her in everything. Other than this, they had never had any conflicts. There was once when she was uncomfortable during her period, and it was her who bought her food.
"…"
Song Yuan was a little speechless.
Rong Ting had been paying attention to her expression and asked, "Mother, do you not like this gift?"
He didn't know what gift to give to his mother. If he was in the palace, he could find a lot of rare treasures. This was what he found when he went to the supermarket with his grandfather that day. He searched the boutiques outside the supermarket for a while before finding it.
Song Yuan hurriedly shook her head. She immediately used the hair ring and casually tied it into a ponytail. She even waved it in front of him. "Isn't it beautiful? I like it very much. Thank you, Gugu."
"It's a gift from Santa Claus. Why are you thanking me?" Rong Ting refuted her very seriously. "If Mother wants to thank someone, she should thank Santa Claus."
This child!
After this, Song Yuan finally calmed down. Why was she angry? There was no need to be angry over such a disappointing sentence. He was not an important person.
What was there to be proud of in comparing boyfriends? If they had the ability, they should compare their sons.
This was a gift from her son.
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