The Boss Became My Three-year-old Son

The second time I saw Yan Weiguo was a week later.

Xiao Nian Gao and the captain ran to the big iron gate to play hide-and-seek again. The little guy tilted his head to look at Yan Weiguo outside the iron gate, "Grandpa, what's the matter with you again?"

Yan Weiguo came to the iron gate with a cane, with a smile on his face, "Grandpa misses you, so I will come to see you."

The little rice cake stepped on two short legs and ran to the iron gate. Two small hands held the iron rod, and the small head was exposed through the iron rod. He blinked his big watery eyes, and said milkily, "You miss rice cakes?"

"Yes, Grandpa wants to see you." Yan Weiguo touched his little head.

"The nian gao will not be deceived, nor will he go with you." The little nian gao did not retract her head, her mouth was squeezed, as if she was still wondering if the old man was a liar.

"Don't be afraid. Grandpa is not malicious and will not take you away unless you are willing to visit my house."

Yan Weiguo looked at the face that looked very similar to his son Yan Jingyang when he was a child, and his heart was full of complexities.

I don't know if people are old and lonely, they will like to remember the past. I remember that when his son was young, he didn't pay much attention to his son at all. During his growth stage, he never played the role of a good father. At that time, he even threw him back to his father for Dong Lianyun.

Whenever he thinks of these, he is full of regrets and regrets.

Now facing this young grandson who looks the same as his son, Yan Weiguo was touched in his heart and wanted to do something, it seemed that he could make up for that regret.

"Come here." Yan Weiguo ordered the driver in the car behind him.

The driver hurriedly got out of the car, opened the rear trunk, and moved out a small car that children can sit in, as well as various toys.

Yan Weiguo looked at the little grandson whose eyes were on the toys and his big eyes lit up instantly. He smiled and said, "Do you like these toys for rice cakes?"

No little boy can resist so many novel toys. No matter how clever the little rice cake is, he is no exception. He holds the iron railing with two little hands, and his little head sticks out the door.

"like."

"Just like it. Grandpa bought these rice cakes." When Yan Weiguo heard his grandson say he liked it, the wrinkles in the corner of his eyes smiled deeper.

Hearing this, Xiao Nian Gao retracted her little head, and her little finger was helplessly picking at the iron rod, and her voice was immature. "Mom said, you can't take other people's things randomly. You can't ask Grandpa's car for nian gao." Mouth, saying no, but with big eyes staring at the cool car, the bright eyes stuck to it, just reluctant to move it away.

He also has a car, but this one seems to be cooler and more handsome.

I really want rice cakes.

Thinking about this, the little rice cake wrinkled two small brows, and after a while, the little guy looked away.

"A sensible boy."

Yan Weiguo was not angry at all after being rejected by Xiaonian Gao. It seems that Yan Jingyang and Tang Su taught the children very well. "Then Grandpa puts these gifts here, and the rice cakes will help Grandpa take care of them, so they won't be considered as gifts for the rice cakes, okay?"

The little rice cake tilted his head, very tangled.

"Open the door."

This sentence was said by Yan Weiguo to the embarrassed guard at the door, "Move these gifts into the house."

"Yes, Mr. Yan." The guard opened the door and brought in the gifts piled outside the iron gate.

Xiao Nian Gao was afraid that Yan Weiguo rushed in to catch him. He quickly ran away from the iron gate, and looked at Yan Weiguo from a distance. He cried milkily, "You can't ask for toys for the nian gao, grandpa, the nian gao has entered the house. Captain, Let's go."

After the guards moved in all the gifts, Yan Weiguo had already turned and left, and had no intention of coming in. The guard took out his cell phone and called Yan Jingyang to report the incident. However, the reply he got was, don't worry.

In this way, Yan Weiguo would appear outside the iron gate for several weeks. Sometimes he would see small rice cakes, and sometimes he would come for nothing.

After a long time, the little rice cake was no longer afraid of the old grandfather. When he saw him appear, the little guy would stop playing hide-and-seek with the captain, trot to the iron gate, and shouted, "Grandpa, you miss the rice cake again. Yet?"

"Yes."

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Yan Jingyang and Tang Su had already known about the fact that Yan Weiguo often came to see his son, but neither of them interfered too much. Even if they didn’t like Yan Weiguo anymore, the other party was indeed the grandfather of Xiaoniankuo. The idea is added to the small rice cake.

"Mom." Xiaoniankuo finished meeting Yan Weiguo and ran back to the house with the captain.

"What's the matter?" Tang Su drew a tissue and wiped the sweat from his face, "Is the baby thirsty? Mom pours you a glass of water." The little guy's face was flushed red from the sun, and his messy hair was sucked. The cute milk is so cute.

"Thank you mom." Xiaoniankui stretched out two chubby hands to take the cup, and drank it "cuckoo", obviously he was really thirsty.

"mom."

The little nian gao put the cup on the coffee table, raised his head and asked: "Just now, grandpa invited nian gao to his house next week. Can nian gao go there?"

Tang Su was slightly surprised, but she did not object, "Does the baby want to go?"

The little nian gao tilted his head, thought for a moment, and then nodded to Tang Su, "If nian gao wants to go, take the captain with him. Grandpa lives by himself and wants nian gao to play."

"Mom, is it okay?" Xiao Nian Gao lay his hands on Tang Su's knees, with his eyes wide open, waiting for her answer.

Tang Su touched his head, "If the rice cakes want to go, just go. Mom asks Uncle Jiang to take you there and pick you back at night."

"When the nian gao went to grandpa's house, will my father be angry with it?" Xiao Nian gao had heard Yan Weiguo say that he did something wrong and his father didn't like him.

"The rice cake is a good baby, and my mother promises that my father will not be angry with the rice cake." Tang Su lowered his head and kissed his son's forehead, his voice was extremely gentle.

The white and tender face of the small rice cake was instantly filled with smiles, and his white teeth were also exposed. He repeated it again, "The rice cake is a good baby."

Early on Sunday morning, Yan Weiguo got up early and waited in the yard. He didn't know how long it took, hearing the crisp and tender voice of the child outside the door, he quickly asked the servant to open the door.

"Grandpa, rice cakes are coming to see you."

The door was opened, Xiao Nian Kui was wearing a white shirt, a pair of dark blue shorts, a black hat with tiger ears on his head, a small green dinosaur backpack, and the captain behind him, and ran in.

Yan Weiguo's gloomy eyes suddenly became bright, and the whole person's spirits improved a lot, "Ah, grandpa is here."

The little nian gao walked over.

"Who sent you here?" Yan Weiguo touched the little grandson standing in front of him, his eyes flashing hope.

"Uncle Jiang drove me over." The little rice cake replied with a gruff.

Yan Weiguo couldn't hear the name he wanted, so the light in his eyes dimmed, "Uncle Jiang?"

"Uncle driver at home." Xiaonian Pastry nodded, "Mom said, Uncle Jiang will pick up the rice cakes tonight."

"Okay, did you have breakfast for the rice cake? Grandpa asked me to prepare breakfast for you."

The little nian gao shook his head, "The nian gao has been eaten for breakfast, and my stomach is full, so I can't eat it anymore." In order to prove that he is really full, the little guy still shy his stomach to let Yan Weiguo look at it.

"Have you eaten? Then take a walk with Grandpa."

Yan Weiguo leaned on crutches, and the little rice cakes were like old cadres. He put the two chubby hands behind his back, stretched his waist, and walked slowly beside Yan Weiguo, while the captain wagged his tail. , Following them.

There are several big trees planted in the yard, and the breeze blows through, and the leaves make a rustling sound. Under the shade of the tree, one old, one young and one dog, this kind of combination is strange and funny, but it is kind of harmonious.

Seeing the little grandson sweating a lot on his forehead, Yan Weiguo said, "Tired?"

"Not tired, rice cakes are not tired."

The little nian gao shook his head, feeling a little proud, "The nian gao accompanies dad to run in the morning. It's not tiring to walk."

"Oh? Are you still running with your father?" Yan Weiguo became interested when he heard him mention Yan Jingyang.

"Dad is bad, saying that the rice cake becomes a big fat pig, and he wants the rice cake to run." When the little rice cake said this, the white and tender little face wrinkled, looking aggrieved.

Yan Weiguo thought of the cold son forcing his little grandson to run, and wanted to laugh a little, "Running is good for your health. But if the rice cakes are still small and tired, you can ask your father to take a break."

Xiaonian Pastry nodded, "I know the rice cake."

After walking, Yan Weiguo took a small rice cake to his study, "Can you write?"

The little nian gao raised his head with a look of pride: "Nian gao can write and read books." Many children in the class still don't know how to read. Nian gao is the most powerful.

"Smart boy, do you like painting? Grandpa can teach you to paint." Yan Weiguo pointed to the ink paintings hanging on the wall, "Isn't there any of these paintings hanging on the wall? Grandpa painted them." ,what do you think?"

"The flowers are beautiful."

The little nian gao can only see one picture with flowers, and he doesn't know the others. "Grandpa, the nian gao is still small, so I don't know how to read it."

"Then do you like painting? How about you learn to paint with Grandpa in the future?" Yan Weiguo touched his little head, "Grandpa can teach you to paint many beautiful paintings."

Xiao Nian Gao shook his head quickly, her appearance was very honest, "Nian Gao doesn't like drawing and doesn't want to learn it."

Suddenly, Yan Weiguo remembered that when Yan Jingyang was a child, he also asked him the same question. How did his son answer it? He had a stern face and said coldly that he hated painting.

It is true that the two fathers and sons do not like painting.

"You are like your father." Yan Weiguo sighed and said slowly.

"Nian Gao is like Dad." Xiaonian cakes little head.

"Be like your father, don't be like grandpa."

In the past, he was high-minded and once looked down on his father and son who only focused on making money. Later he realized that the dull person was only himself.

"Go, grandpa will show you your room." He didn't want to hold his grandson either.

"The rice cake room?" The small rice cake's big eyes lit up.

"Grandpa prepared a room for you. Go and see if you like it or not. If you don't like it, grandpa will let someone redecorate it."

The little nian gao thought of his pink room, and two small brows frowned in disgust, "the nian gao has a room, it is pink, and nian gao doesn't like it."

"Then see if you like what Grandpa prepared for you." Long ago, he had let someone decorate a room for his little grandson. Although he didn't know if he had a chance to see it, he always let people clean it. Be ready at any time, maybe one day, the little grandson will come.

No, I expected it for him.

The little nian gao stretched out her hand and unscrewed the door handle by herself. Seeing the colors and decorations of the ocean all around, there are slides, climbing walls, and countless car toys. The little guy's eyes brightened and he ran in, "Grandpa, here are rice cakes." Your room?"

"Well, do you like it?"

Yan Weiguo couldn't help but smile when he looked at the happy little grandson.

"Nian Gao likes here." He ran up the slide, and the fleshy little body sat on it and slid down. "I like the nian Gao."

"Wow..." The captain also scurryed inside.

For a time, in the originally cold and lonely villa, the children's laughter and laughter sounded, and from time to time the barking of puppies was heard, and the deadly breath faded and it was full of life.

At this time, the Yan family's old house was over there.

Yan Jingyang evacuated a little bit. He looked down at Tang Su in his arms, his low voice was obviously unstable, "Susu, you are not paying attention." He dissatisfied.

Tang Su opened his eyes, the water inside was full of water, and the water was clear, "I am a little worried about the baby, and I don't know if he will be unaccustomed to staying outside for a day."

"Since you are worried, why did you agree to let him go to the old man again?" The little face in front of him was white and clean, still dizzy with a pale pink, he couldn't help but stretched out his fingertips and squeezed her pink cheeks, "and, You don’t have to worry at all, that brat will take care of himself."

"I can't put my own thoughts on the baby. The baby wants to go. I need to respect him. But that doesn't mean I am not worried." Tang Su sighed slightly, "You don't always say that the baby is a boy, so you must have Your own thoughts?" You can’t ignore his thoughts just because he is young.

"Yes, he learns to be self-reliant, you can't spoil him too much."

Yan Jingyang's thin lips curled slightly, and his brows were faintly triumphant. He was very happy that he had no son in front of him to hinder him and Tang Su's alone time.

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