The Boss Became My Three-year-old Son

"Daqiang said, pink is the color that girls like."

The small nian gao flattened his small mouth, and his white and tender face was a bit disgusting, "Mom, nian gao is a boy, why my room is pink? I don't like nian gao."

Tang Su thought that the room where his son sleeps was originally prepared by Yan Jingyang for his daughter. He didn't expect that the son was born. Yan Jingyang had been lost for a long time at the time, and now he has all kinds of disgust and jealousy towards his son.

"This... ask your father." Tang Su threw the question directly to Yan Jingyang beside him.

Xiao Niangao blinked his big bright dark eyes, "Dad? Niangao wants to be like Daqiang, with a blue room, slides and Superman, and Niangao without rag dolls."

The little rice cake was stirred by the fat and short fingers, the big pink bed, he didn't like it, and there were a lot of dolls in the room. He and the captain didn't like to play.

Yan Jingyang wore a black shirt today. The angular outline became harder and colder, but his eyebrows were a little more expensive and handsome. Hearing his son's grievances and sad complaints, he curled his lips. "The room was originally. It's not for you."

In his son's widened eyes, Yan Jingyang did not hesitate to hurt the fragile heart of the little guy. He said: "I originally thought you would be a little princess, but I didn't expect you to be a boy."

Even if the little nian gao is only three years old, but the little guy is always clever and clever, and his father is full of disgust, he still understands it, he feels a little bit cried.

The little head lifted up, and the big watery eyes of the deer looked at Tang Su. The little milk of the little nian gao was crying, as if she would cry in the next second, "Mom, don't you like nian gao?" He also smoked his little nose, like a poor little abandoned.

Suddenly, Tang Su's heart softened.

She hurriedly hugged her son. The little guy's body is soft and soft, and he has a small mouth. "No, how can mother not like rice cakes? Rice cakes are mother's treasure."

"But Dad doesn't like nian gao." Xiao Nian Gu's dark eyes rolled, and he glanced at his cold-faced father over there and complained quietly.

"It's not that Dad doesn't like rice cakes, it's just that he doesn't know how to express. The baby is so cute, and mom likes you very much." Tang Su glared at Yan Jingyang, then touched his son's soft short hair, and said softly.

Yan Jingyang in a black shirt pursed his lips, his eyes calm. If the son is wronged, he is even more wronged. He wants a soft daughter instead of a stinky boy. Now the stinky boy dislikes his room!

"Nian Gao doesn't like pink rooms."

Xiao Nian Gao now knows that pink is for girls. He is a boy. He can't live in such a pink room. He would be very embarrassed in front of Da Qiang.

"Mom will re-arrange a boy's room for the baby, okay?" Tang Su had this plan. After all, when his son grows up, he will definitely dislike the pink room.

"Okay. Mom, the nian gao wants to sleep with you tonight." The little nian gao was lying in Tang Su's arms, so cute.

Tang Su was worried that Yan Jingyang had hurt his little soul. Where could he not respond? "Well, the baby will sleep with mom tonight."

"Great!"

Hearing that, the little rice cake became happy all at once, grinning with a small mouth, and showing his little white teeth. He turned his head and peeked at Yan Jingyang next to him, fearing that he would object.

"Come here, I will hold you. You are getting heavier and heavier now and will press down on your mother." Yan Jingyang snorted, unexpectedly did not say much, stretched out his big hand, and he hugged his fleshy body to himself. On the lap.

When it came time to go to bed at night, Xiaoniankuo bathed herself and the captain early.

"Mom, I have a good shower." Xiaoniankui wore a blue pajamas printed with small turtles, carrying slippers, ran to the bed, supported her with both hands, raised her feet, and sat on the bed. .

He dangled his little feet on the pink bed, "Mom, I want to hear stories about rice cakes tonight."

"Then mom will tell you "The Brave Little Prince", okay?" Tang Su touched his hair and found that it was not wet, so she was relieved.

"Okay, I want to listen to the story of the little prince." Xiaonianku patted her side, "Mom sleeps here, lying with the nianku."

Tang Su took off her shoes, she leaned on the head of the bed and began to tell stories to the little nian gao. At the beginning, the **** eyes of the little rice cake were still bright, and it didn't take long for the little guy to start yawning.

Tang Su's voice became lower and lower, until Xiaoniankuo closed her eyes, she put down the book in her hand, turned off the light in the room, and turned on only a warm yellow lamp.

I don't know how long it took before the door was opened.

There was silence in the room, only a slight breathing sounded.

In the dim light, a tall man appeared beside the bed. The big hand took away the little fat hand that put the small rice cake on Tang Su's body, and then he leaned down, picked up Tang Su, and strode out.

Tang Su slept in a daze. She felt her body shake a few times and her consciousness gradually awakened. She opened her eyes and saw the man's broad and warm chest.

"Jingjing?"

"Well, I'll hold you back to sleep." Yan Jingyang lowered his head and kissed her forehead, and said in a low voice, pressing down.

His eyes were pierced by the bright light in the corridor, Tang Su closed his eyes, "No, I promised the baby, I will accompany him tonight."

"He has fallen asleep."

Yan Jingyang opened the door, walked in, and closed the door the next moment, "It is my bottom line to let you sleep with him." He didn't object during the day because he had no intention of letting Tang Suyi. Leave yourself all night.

Tang Su was gently placed on the bed, "I will definitely be unhappy when the baby wakes up tomorrow and finds that I am not here."

Yan Jingyang began to untie her pajamas, her thin lips lifted, and her low voice was especially clear in the quiet night, "It doesn't matter, let him make trouble, when he grows up, he will definitely understand my current mood!"

Early the next morning, the small body of Xiaoniankuo turned over unconsciously. After a while, he opened his big hazy eyes, and Xiaopang touched his hand casually without touching his mother.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and sat up, "Mom." There was no mother in the bed.

He quickly jumped out of bed, put on slippers and ran out. In the corridor, Xiao Nian Gao saw a refreshing look, and Yan Jingyang's cold brows seemed to have met the spring breeze, and he came out of the room.

"Dad early." The little guy said hello reluctantly, "Dad, is mom in there?"

Yan Jingyang stood tall in front of the door, he looked down at his son, "She is still sleeping, don't wake her."

"Mom agreed to sleep with me last night. Why did she accompany you again." Xiao Nian Gao's white and tender face is full of accusations. He is so sad. Does mom like Dad more?

"Because she is my wife, of course she has to accompany me." Yan Jingyang curled his lips, with a sense of pride, "Why, do you have an opinion?"

The facial features on Bai Nennen's little face suddenly wrinkled, the little rice cake shook his head, then lowered his head, shyly walking away in silence.

He is still young and can't beat the big devil.

......

The afternoon sun was a bit fierce, and the iron rods of the big iron gate were grilled hot.

Xiao Nian Gao stood in front of the iron gate, looking at a grandpa outside, his white tender face was full of doubts.

"Wow..." At this time, the captain, who hadn't waited for a long time to see the little master, jumped out of the grass, wagging his tail, and ran back to the little rice cake.

Outside the big iron gate, the grandfather with a cane walked forward and stood in front of the little rice cake. The other party slowly said, "What's your name?"

The little nian gao held the iron on the door with both hands, her small face was exposed outside the door, her dark eyes rolled, "Mom said, you can't talk to strangers, and nian gao can't tell you his name." airway.

"Your name is rice cake?"

Xiao Nian Gao was so scared that he covered his small mouth with Xiao Pang's hand, and said with a voice, "Can't tell you."

"A good boy can't talk to strangers, but I'm not a stranger, you can chat with me." The old man looked at the little rice cake behind the iron gate, his face spoiled.

The little nian gao tilted her head and put her little hand down, "Why?"

"Because I am your grandpa."

The old man is Yan Weiguo. Compared with his former spirited and refined manner, he now seems to be several decades old, his waist is no longer upright, his shoulders are collapsed, he has become rickety and lethargic, and he has lost his energy.

Yan Weiguo, who is in his fifties, has become an old man in his twilight years.

"grandfather?"

The little nian gao standing behind the iron gate shook his head, "You are a big badass. Only grandpa and grandmother for nian gao, but no grandpa for nian gao." He is so smart that he will not be deceived by the big badass.

Yan Weiguo's wrinkled face had a look of loss, "Your father and mother, haven't you mentioned me to you?"

"Niankuo doesn't know you." Xiaoniankuo blinked his **** eyes and said honestly.

"I'm not a bad person." Yan Weiguo was not angry. He stretched out his hand to touch the small head that appeared behind the iron gate, "I am your grandfather, that is, your father's father. You can ask your parents and you will know I am not lying."

"Grandpa?" Xiaonian Yang raised his head.

"Yes, I am your grandfather." Yan Weiguo's gloomy eyes suddenly became a little bit bright.

Since the incident between Dong Lianyun and Yan Weiming, he hasn't been regretting what he did before. Unfortunately, everything is too late, and the son Yan Jingyang will never forgive him.

Because he was injured by Yan Weiming and entered the hospital, his body was left with sequelae. Now he needs to walk on crutches.

The villa was extremely cold, with only the servants who took care of him and no relatives at all. He can only walk in the yard with a cane every day, waiting for dark, waiting for dawn, repeating day after day.

The reason why he suddenly wanted to come to the old house today was because he wanted to look at his grandson. Yan Jingyang protects the child very well, even if he hired a private detective to take pictures of his grandson, there are only a few side faces and backs far away. Can't afford to miss, he couldn't help but find it.

Unexpectedly, he saw his grandson as soon as he arrived at the door, which was simply a surprise.

"You look a lot like your father." Yan Jingyang's appearance when he was a child, he still remembered that the grandson in front of him and him were a model of imprinting.

"Grandpa, how do you know, everyone says I look like my father."

The little nian gao cocked her mouth, a little proud, "but my mother said that nian gao is the cutest baby in the world, and I will be more handsome than my dad in the future."

Yan Weiguo was amused by his grandson's clever expression. The eye prints on the corners of his eyes deepened. He coughed a few times and slowly said, "Your mother is right. The rice cakes will grow up and they must be handsomer than your father."

Being praised, the little nian gao shyly covered his face with Chubby's hand, "Grandpa, you go, the nian gao can't let you in, the nian gao is going to eat ice cream, can't chat with you, goodbye." The little guy finished. , Waved a small hand at Yan Weiguo outside the door, and then ran away.

"Wow..." The captain followed Xiao Niankuo bitterly.

The guard at the door looked at the old man outside with a look of embarrassment.

He had recognized that this old man was the husband's father, Mr. Yan, but the other party did not ask him to open the door and did no other actions. He could only stand by and wait.

At this time, watching Mr. Yan stagger away with a cane, the guard sighed with relief.

So, the other party came to see the young master?

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