The Boss Became My Three-year-old Son

The summer was getting hotter and hotter, and when three months were about to pass, Tang Su's morning sickness reaction suddenly became intense.

First, she felt nauseous when she had breakfast. Now, what she eats, vomits, and retches when she doesn't eat. Sometimes she even spit out sour water, but Yan Jingyang is not anxious.

"How about a bite?"

Yan Jingyang scooped up the cooked millet porridge and fed it to Tang Su. It took less than 20 minutes to watch the girl eat it, and all she vomited again. Not only did her eyes turn red, but even his dark eyes became moist.

The corners of Tang Su’s eyes were red, and he vomited again. Now she is weak and lying pitifully in Yan Jingyang’s arms. She can’t smell the food, and there are other strange smells. I want to vomit, except for the smell of Yan Jingyang.

She buried her head in his chest, and the faint and clear breath instantly eliminated her nausea.

Yan Jingyang put down the spoon in his hand and stroked Tang Su's hair with his big hand, "Susu baby, what do you want to eat? I'll find it for you, OK?"

During this period of time, Tang Su didn't eat much, and now she was getting thinner and weaker. Yan Jingyang saw that she was anxious and distressed. He felt that the person in his arms had been specially sent by God to toss him, so that he learned what it is to be frightened and what it is to be anxious. He couldn't wait to hold her on the cusp of his heart and protect her.

Tang Su raised her head, her apricot eyes were lingering, and the red in the corners of her eyes made people feel distressed. She thought for a while, "I want to eat sour, cold." I don't know why, but I still want spicy before. Now, she just wants to eat sour.

"Okay, I'll let someone buy it for you now, okay?" As long as she wants to eat it.

Tang Su put her head on Yan Jingyang's shoulders, and responded with a low voice, "Okay." She was also worried that her malnutrition would affect her children, but she really couldn't help eating something in her mouth. It all spit out. She saw Yan Jingyang red eyes with distress, and her heart was uncomfortable and sweet.

His head rubbed against the man's shoulders, and it was full of reliance.

The servant who went to run errands was ordered by Yan Jingyang to buy back the sour and ice-flavored things.

Tang Su looked at the food on the entire dining table. She wrinkled her nose and wanted to vomit again.

"Is there anything you want to eat?" Yan Jingyang hugged her.

Tang Su shook his head with red eyes.

"It's okay, I'll make you a glass of milk." Yan Jingyang asked people to share all the food they bought. He picked up Tang Su and walked upstairs.

A warm yellow light was lit in the room. Yan Jingyang put the person on the bed, then bent over to her and took off the shoes from her feet, "Sit down first, I'll get you milk, and rest after drinking. For a while."

"Don't worry, the doctor said that this is a normal phenomenon, and it will be better after a while." Tang Su stretched out a hand and touched Yan Jingyang's face. During this time, he also lost weight, and his sharp outline became heavier. Hard and cold, deep.

"Yeah." Yan Jingyang's big hand touched her belly, "Beauty girl, don't toss mom."

Seeing the man's serious confession, Tang Su smiled, "I like to eat sour now. I heard Aunt Yun said that it might be a son."

Hearing this, Yan Jingyang squatted her face, pinched her cheek with her fingertips, and corrected: "Such a crisp, if you don't speak science, you can't believe it. The baby in your stomach must be a girl." He has had dreams several times I met my girl.

Tang Suxiao bent his eyes and didn't hit him. Since knowing that she was pregnant, Yan Jingyang bought a large number of little girls' skirts and toys, and he was about to fill up the children's room.

After watching Tang Su drink half a cup of milk, Yan Jingyang helped her cover the quilt and went downstairs.

"Master, let me do it." Aunt Yun looked into the kitchen, her white shirt with sleeves rolled up, standing in front of the kitchen cabinet with her head down, Yan Jingyang, who was learning how to make pastries, couldn't help but want to help.

"It's okay, I can do it, Aunt Yun, go and rest." Yan Jing directly refused to help without looking back.

He kept kneading flour in his hands, his face was full of seriousness.

Wife Yun feels that her young master has really changed a lot. What a superior person before, now he still cooks by himself and learns to cook. It can be seen that he really loves Madam Young. After watching it for a long time, Sister Yun was sure she didn't need her own help, so she left.

Yan Jingyang's clothes and black pants were stained with a lot of white flour, but he didn't care at all, watching the recipes next to him, and following the steps to add ingredients.

The night was deep, and the Yan family's old house was quiet. The moon high in the night sky only showed its sharp crescent, and I don't know if it was hiding behind the cloud and dozing off.

When Tang Su was picked up by Yan Jingyang, she was still in a daze, her bright white face rosy and shiny.

"What's the matter?" The voice was deeply sleepy.

"I made some food for you. Try if you can eat it." She didn't eat much today, just drank milk. He was worried that her stomach would be starved.

Yan Jingyang held a small dish of white pastries in front of Tang Su, "You take a bite first to see if you feel like vomiting."

Tang Su nodded.

The small piece of cake on the plate didn't look very good, but when it was placed on the tip of her nose, there was a fruity scent, and she didn't feel like vomiting.

The shell teeth opened, and she took a small half bite. The white pastry tasted very good. It bounced when the bite went down, and the sweet taste spread on the tongue. Tang Su also ate the remaining half of his mouth.

Yan Jingyang didn't even mean to vomit at all when he saw the girl, his frowning brows couldn't help but relax, "Is it delicious?"

Tang Su smiled and nodded, and his hazy eyes were now sober, "It's delicious, did you make it? I didn't want to vomit just now."

"I made it, you eat a little more." Yan Jingyang pinched a small piece and fed it directly to his lips. Watching her eat it obediently, he lifted his lips and showed his first smile in recent days. .

Before long, a small dish of ginkgo-flavored cake was eaten by Tang Su.

Only then did she notice that there was a lot of powder on Yan Jingyang's forehead and clothes, which should be flour. She stretched out her hand and rubbed the flour on his forehead, and then actively leaned in, kissed him, and acted coquettishly, "Jingjing, why are you so good?"

A smile was stained with cold eyes.

Yan Jingyang squeezed her pink face, and corrected: "What are you shouting, call your husband."

Under the dim light, Tang Suqiao's long eyelashes blinked, and the corners of his lips were raised high, his voice was sweet and soft, and he whispered in a low voice: "Husband."

Although it was not the first time I heard her yell like this, it was inevitable that the chest still thumped uncontrollably.

Not to live up to it, but reluctantly.

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As the months got bigger and bigger, Yan Jingyang became more and more tense, and the whole person was in a state of anxiety. Especially on the day when the child was about to be born, in the hospital, Yan Jingyang's hand holding a pen to sign was trembling.

Fang Qing held the little milk bag and sat in a chair with Tang Qianzong and waited.

She raised her head and glanced, standing beside him, standing next to him, standing like a statue, expressionless son-in-law. She thought he was very calm, but when she saw his trembling pen holding a pen, she knew that everything was safe. Those who are in the grip also have something to fear and weakness.

She remembered that Tang Qianzong looked like she was sweating profusely when she was either raw crisp or small milk bag. At this time, the son-in-law with white lips was not much better.

I don't know how long it took. When Yan Jingyang's eyes were fixed on the delivery room door, suddenly the room door was opened and his pupils shrank rapidly.

It was only when he saw Tang Su that Yan Jingyang came back to his senses. Only then did he realize that his back was completely wet with cold sweat.

Bend down, Yan Jingyang kissed Tang Su's forehead, heavy, full of treasure, and distressed.

The blood on Tang Su's face has not yet recovered, and the whole person looks weak and distressing. She stretched out her hand to stroke the man's side face, "Don't worry, I'm fine." The man's lips were pale, and the whole person was stretched. It's tight, why can't she see it?

"We only need this child, and we won't have any more." Such an extremely distressing taste, he didn't want to experience it once.

Tang Su smiled, did not respond, but said, "What about the child? I want to see him."

"Here, here." Fang Qing held the child and walked to Tang Su's bed with joy, "Susu, it's a boy, whoops, my good-looking grandson, he is so handsome, he can grow up later. It's incredible."

"Mom, give me a hug." Tang Su's eyes were bright, and she took the child.

Yan Jingyang, who was next to him, heard what Tang's mother said, and his whole person was shocked for a moment, his cold face almost collapsed. He looked at the child in Tang Su's arms incredulously. The skin was wrinkled and red, like an old man, who turned out to be a son?

Where is his daughter?

Tang Su raised her head and saw Yan Jingyang's indescribable look of consternation, she couldn't help but smile, "You can't dislike your son."

She knew that Yan Jingyang wanted a daughter. Every night before going to bed, he would greet the baby in his stomach, saying that it was the voice that made his daughter recognize his father. In his subjective opinion, this must be a daughter. Unexpectedly, the baby born now is a son, and he must have been hit.

Yan Jingyang leaned down, and he looked at his son who looked like a little old man up close. He did not see at all that he was as handsome and ugly as his mother-in-law said.

"He is very ugly. If he were a girl, he would be very beautiful." Yan Jingyang was rare, with a grievance in his tone. He wanted a soft little girl, not a naughty brat.

It was the first time Tang Su knew that this man was so naive, "He looks beautiful when he grows up, Jing Jing, you can't give preference to girls than boys."

"That's it. Newborn children are like this. After a while, he will change a lot. Besides, my good grandson is so exquisite in features and ugly." Fang Qing really didn't expect her son-in-law to have a preference for daughters. .

Tang Qianzong was holding the little milk bag, and did not say anything, but a face of arrogant expression, thinking that Qingqing gave him a well-behaved daughter Tang Su, and now that he thinks about it, he is still happy and proud.

"Jing Jing, hug your son." Tang Su bent his eyes.

The next moment, the child was stuffed into his arms by Tang Su, and Yan Jingyang's body became stiff and tense. The son in his hand was limp, as if he had no bones, "He is very soft." His heartbeat slowed down, lest he hurt his son.

This is the flesh and blood of him and Tang Su.

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