The Boss Became My Three-year-old Son

The summer is hot, and the violent sun has caused the grass in the yard to hang down.

For Xiaonian Gao, the moment when Yan Jingyang went to work was the day of his liberation. That afternoon, after the little rice cake had a nap, the little guy moved a small stool by himself, stood on it, tiptoed, and took two iced watermelons from the refrigerator. Immediately, he happily held the watermelon and walked upstairs.

Before reaching the door, sweet music has come from the room.

Xiaoniankuo quickened his pace, and walked to the door with his two lower legs and unscrewed the door handle.

The music is louder.

Xiao Nian Gao looked at Tang Su who was dancing, his **** eyes lit up, he held the watermelon, and consciously walked to the small stool placed by the wall, the little fart-stroke moved and sat down. .

He likes watching his mother dance the most.

The little nian gao bit the watermelon bit by bit, and his big eyes watched Tang Suqiwu brightly. The two short legs were still enjoying themselves, shaking in mid-air.

The watermelon juice touched his face, and the little guy rubbed the back of his hand and bit sweetly, "Mom is great, mommy dances are the best." Little mouth chewed the watermelon and praised plausibly.

After Tang Su danced, he saw watermelon juice all over his mouth, and even a few drops of watermelon juice on his white clothes. He also wobbled his hair, dangling his feet, so uncomfortable little guy. . Seeing her coming, the little guy happily handed her a piece of watermelon, "Mom is tired from dancing, and the rice cake gives you a big watermelon."

Tang Su smiled and bent his eyes, "Thank you baby."

"Puff puff!"

Xiao Nian Gao moved her mouth and spit out the black watermelon seeds on her fleshy palm, and then replied with a milky voice, "You're welcome." After finishing speaking, she took another bite of the watermelon.

Tang Su stretched out his hand and smoothed the tips of his hair that had been curled up when he slept, "Will I take you to grandma's house later?"

"Okay, I want to play with the milk bag." The little milk bag is only two years older than the little nian gao, so the little nian gao always refers to each other directly, not the uncle.

Tang Su pulled out a paper towel from the small table next to him, and began to help his son wipe the watermelon juice from his face, "After you have eaten the watermelon, go and change your clothes."

Xiao Nian Gao nodded obediently.

When he changed his clothes and walked out, Tang Su was stunned for a moment, and he didn't know where the little guy found the clothes. He was wearing a pair of jeans with suspenders and a large pocket, and inside was a white T-shirt with a big tiger pattern, and he ran towards her.

The small nian gao hugged Tang Su's thigh, "Mom, nian gao is handsome." He praised himself milkily.

Tang Su squatted down and stared at her son. She bought this dress when Yan Jingyang was getting smaller. She remembered that she still had a milk suit, but she didn't expect it to be turned over by her son.

Xiao Nian Gao's dark eyes were full of clever energy, and Yan Jingyang's white and tender little face was almost the same as when he was a child. The difference is that Yan Jingyang was cold and cold at the time, with a small face all day long, and he was very arrogant, no way as cute as his son.

"The baby is so handsome." Tang Su squeezed her son's small face. She didn't dare to pinch Yan Jingyang before. Now she can pinch her son's small face at will.

The little rice cake was praised by his mother. The little guy stretched out his chubby hand and shyly covered his face, "The rice cake is handsome, more handsome than his father."

......

When she went to Tang's house, Fang Qing was forcing Xiao Nian Bao to drink Chinese medicine.

"Smelly boy, do you want to drink?" Fang Qing pinched the nose of the little milk bag, and wanted to pour him down.

"No, it smells so bad, I don't want to drink it." The little milk bag frowned, pursing her small mouth, and the sturdy little milk was fierce.

"Grandma, milk bag, I came to see you." Xiaoniankui shook his little fart, and ran to the sofa, supporting the sofa with both hands, and climbed up, "Milk bag, what are you doing? "

"It's called Xiao Jiujiu." Xiao Nianbao glared at him, and said gruffly: "Don't call me Nianbao."

"Milk pack, do you want to drink medicine?" The little rice cake seemed to be inaudible. Seeing the bowl of black, smelly water on the coffee table, he recognized that it was bitter medicine.

"Oh, my grandma's dear baby, I want to die grandma." Fang Qing held her fleshy grandson in her arms, "Grandma hasn't seen the little rice cake for a long time."

The little nian gao nestled in Fang Qing’s arms obediently, and the small, well-behaved appearance of the powder-cut jade was extremely flattering. "Nian gao misses grandma too." As he said, the little guy kissed Qing’s face coquettishly. , So cute that makes people's hearts melted.

"Ah, grandma's grand-grandson, it's so good, grandma will give you what you want to eat." Fang Qing narrowed her eyes with a smile, wishing that the stars and the moon would give the little rice cakes.

"Mom, don't give him something to eat. Before he came, the baby had eaten two large pieces of watermelon." Tang Su walked in.

"Yes, don't eat nian gao, nian gao is already full." Xiaonian gao nodded sensibly, and touched her protruding belly, indicating that she was really full.

"Well, is the little rice cake thinner recently? Why is the grandmother holding it lightly?" Fang Qing touched his little head, and the affection on her face was about to overflow.

"Recently, the baby is being pulled by Yan Jingyang to run every day. It is estimated that he has lost a little meat." Tang Su smiled.

"Niankou does exercise, not a lazy pig." Xiaoniankou blinked his big watery eyes.

Fang Qing was amused by him all of a sudden, "My good grandson is so cute, how can he be a lazy pig." She turned her head and said to the little milk bag over there, "Smelly boy, don't give me the medicine. Have you drunk it? Drink a medicine and cry. Later, Xiaonian Gao will make fun of you."

Xiao Nianbao looked at the little rice cakes, he immediately sullen his face, and reluctantly held up the bowl of herbal tea that had been chilled, and drank it with his small mouth. At the end of the day, the little guy said old-fashioned, "I'm not afraid of taking medicine."

"Smelly boy."

Fang Qing patted him dumbfoundedly. This guy, who didn't know where he learned it, often presented the mature appearance of the elders in front of the little rice cakes.

"You take the little nian gao to play." Fang Qing put the nian gao down on the ground. The children like to play around, so they simply don't force them to sit obediently.

Hearing that, the little milk bag jumped directly off the sofa, and said excitedly to the little rice cake: "Go, Xiao Jiujiu will take you to see your pet."

The five-year-old Xiao Nian Kuo was more than half a head taller than his nephew's Xiao Nian Kui, "I will hold it with you." The Xiao Kui Bao held her head high and stretched out her small fist, wanting Xiao Nian Kuo to hold it.

"I can go by myself."

Xiaoniankuo's bib pants were a bit big, and one side of the suspender fell off, and he was shy with a small belly and walking with his short legs, which was so cute. He followed Xiao Nibao and came to a corner of the garden.

"Look, this is my new pet. Isn't it handsome?" The two stood in front of the dog house, where a fierce little wolf dog was tied to it.

Xiao Nianbao pointed at the dog and barked, "Tyrannosaurus, come here."

In the next second, the little wolfdog yelled a few times, and obediently walked to the little milk bag, and asked the little milk bag to touch her head, "How is it, my Tyrannosaurus is handsome." Little milk Bao proudly showed off.

The little rice cake blinked his big eyes, and his eyes fell on the little wolfdog with surprise, admiration, and a little fright. "Milk bag, I want to touch it too." His little toes touched the ground, milky voice. Asked: "Can you?"

"You want to call me Xiao Jiujiu." Xiao Nianbao sternly corrected her face.

"Milk bag..." Xiaoniankui opened her big watery eyes and her mouth was tilted, but she was cute.

Xiao Nianbao frowned, and Nai Xiu shook her fist fiercely, "Call Xiao Jiujiu!"

"Milk pack."

"I won't touch it for you!" Xiao Nian Bao pursed her small mouth with a fierce expression.

Xiao Nian Gao lowered her head, kicked the grass with her little feet, and whispered again: "Milk bag..."

The little hand tightened and then loosened. After a while, the little milk wrapped her milk fiercely and said: "I'll touch it for you, you can't hit it, or it will bite you."

The little rice cake laughed at once, "I won't fight, I won't fight Tyrannosaurus rex." He stepped forward, stretched out Fatty's hand, and gently touched the top of the little wolfdog's head, "It's hairy Pierced my hand." After speaking, the little rice cake laughed ha ha ha.

"When it grows up, I will let the Tyrannosaurus rex go to school with me on his back." Xiao Nianbao patted the little wolf dog triumphantly, "You have to grow up quickly."

"Niankuo wants to ride a dog, too." Xiaoniankuan blinked his big eyes, looking longing.

"Then I will let Tyrannosaurus rex carry you."

"Okay, thank you for the milk package." Xiaonian Gao nodded happily.

"It's Xiao Jiujiu!"

After returning home, Xiao Nian Gao proposed to Tang Su and Yan Jingyang to raise a handsome dog.

However, Yan Jingyang refused. According to his words, raising small rice cakes was already troublesome enough. He didn't want to let a dog make trouble or even fight for pets. You know Tang Su likes small animals very much.

At home, Dad is the big devil, and the little rice cake can only listen to him. He feels so sad.

......

When the kindergarten started, Xiaonian Gao was sent to the kindergarten by Tang Su and Yan Jingyang early in the morning.

Unlike the other crying children, the little one happily walked into the kindergarten carrying a small green dinosaur backpack. Before leaving, he told his parents, "I must come to pick up rice cakes after school. Stay in kindergarten during the day and go home at night."

"Well, the baby needs to listen to the teacher at school. You can find the teacher for anything. After school in the afternoon, your mother will pick you up on time." Then, in front of Yan Jingyang, she kissed Xiaoniankuo on the face.

Xiao Nian Gao proudly raised his watery eyes and looked at Yan Jingyang, "Well, nian gao will be obedient." You know, at home, his father never allows his mother to kiss him.

Yan Jingyang snorted coldly, "Don't cry at school."

"Niankou is a man, I don't know how to cry." Xiaoniankou clenched his fists with both hands and said milky and firmly.

Seeing his son walking in with the teacher carrying a small schoolbag, Tang Su was a little bit reluctant and worried, "I don't know if the baby will be bullied in kindergarten."

Yan Jingyang hugged her and took the person into the car, "You have to believe that our son is not an idiot, and no one can bully him." That stinky boy was very clever. He leaned over and squeezed the cheeks that he had nurtured more and more delicately, "You are worried about him, it is better to care about me, Susu big baby, today the little guy is not at home, the rest is our time alone. "

Hearing the meaning from the man's mouth, Tang Su blushed slightly, his voice was clear and pleasant, "Aren't you going to the company?"

"Don't go, accompany you today." Yan Jingyang curled his lips, his dark eyes grew deeper, he started the car and drove directly to the old house.

When school is over in the afternoon, many parents have already come to the door of the kindergarten to pick up their children.

Yan Jingyang was wearing a white shirt, a black suit and trousers that were properly cut, his hem was tucked into his trousers, and his waist was tall and straight. He stood at the door and attracted everyone's attention.

On the cold face, there was a faint smile, expressing an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

He walked into the school and found the little rice cake class. However, what he saw was that the little guy was dressed in dirty clothes, carrying his small dinosaur backpack behind him, and holding one in his arms with difficulty..... . Ugly dog!

"father."

Xiao Niangao happily hugged the puppy and walked to the door, "Where's mom? Where is she?"

"She's tired, rest at home, I'll just pick you up." Yan Jingyang lowered his head and looked at his son who looks very similar to him, "Yan Yinian, can you tell me where is this ugly and dirty dog? Are you here?"

The little rice cake raised his head, his big watery, black eyes blinked and blinked, "Dad, I like it, can I raise it?"

The teacher next to him hurriedly explained: "This dog is a stray dog ​​nearby. It often runs into the school, but it does not attack people. The number of times is too high. The security guard at the door will occasionally feed it. I did not expect to go out just now. After going around, Yi Nian fed him food, and the dog followed him all the time, reluctant to leave."

"Dad, the dog is very good, can I take it home?" Xiaonian Gao hugged the dog tightly and looked at Yan Jingyang wistfully.

Yan Jingyang is very firm: "No!"

Little nian gao is so sad.

He flattened his mouth and said, "Dad, dogs are very well-behaved and can't bite people. He also raised a Tyrannosaurus rex in a milk pack, and he wants to raise rice cakes. In the future, he will not eat so many rice cakes, so he will eat half the rice Can you leave the meal for the puppy?"

After that, he was worried that his father would not allow it, and then he continued to say in a milky voice: "There are also ice cream, pudding, cakes, chocolate, toffee, and rice cakes. I don't eat that much anymore. Keep it, okay?"

Yan Jingyang lowered his head and saw his son looking at him pitifully with his **** eyes open, and at the same time, the ugly and dirty dog ​​was looking at him!

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Little milk bag: "Call me Xiao Jiujiu." (Little Jiujiu = Little Uncle)

Small rice cake: "Milk package."

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