The Boss Became My Three-year-old Son

Early in the morning, the sky was bright, and faint music came from next door.

Yan Jingyang looked at the ceiling with **** eyes, his dim sleepiness gradually disappeared. He sat up, propped his hands on the edge of the bed, then jumped to the ground, moved a bench by the door, stood up with his small body, and turned off the incandescent light that had been on all night.

Immediately, he moved the bench into the bathroom again, placed it in front of the sink, stood on his small body and started brushing his teeth. Because the teeth became smaller, he could only use the children's toothbrush and toothpaste that the woman Tang Su bought for him.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Xiao Baozi's face was displeased on the floor, his immature eyebrows were frowning, and his big dark eyes showed a mature and indifferent color that was different from a child. It's been a while, but Yan Jingyang still feels uncomfortable and returns to his childhood appearance.

Since coming to Tang Su’s side, the voice in his mind has not appeared. During this period of time, his body has not changed in any way. Yan Jingyang began to wonder if staying beside Tang Su is a waste of time. .

"You are brushing your teeth."

A woman's soft voice suddenly sounded behind him, and Yan Jingyang paused while brushing his teeth, "Why did you come in?" He asked vaguely with a mouthful of foam.

"I knocked on the door several times and you didn't hear it."

Tang Su stood at the door, with a white towel on his neck, a light blue shirt, and tight sweatpants on his lower body. His legs were straight and slender. He looked youthful and beautiful. She should have just finished dancing, her breathing is a bit unstable, and her chest rises and falls more than usual.

Yan Jingyang turned around, not looking at her, "What are you looking for?"

"There is nothing to eat in the refrigerator. I am going out to buy breakfast. I want to ask what you eat?"

In the mirror, the woman behind him came towards him, Yan Jingyang's short hand holding the toothbrush tightly, "Whatever."

Tang Su had just finished exercising in the dance studio and sweated a lot. There were strands of hair sticking on his face, and his glamorous face was flushed and he was very beautiful.

She bends down slightly, her black eyes that are moist and shiny, looking at the little guy next to the sink. Because he is not tall enough, he can only stand on a small stool, with his feet on tiptoe, and a small mouth. The white foam in the circle may be the reason why I just woke up. There are a few strands of hair on the top of the hair standing up, like a teletubbies, it is full of cuteness.

Want to kiss.

"You can go out." He brushed his teeth and needed to stand on a chair. Such an ugly manner made him unwilling to be watched by her.

Tang Su bent his eyebrows and got closer to the little guy. "There is a taller chair downstairs. I'll bring it up for you later, so you don't need to tiptoe."

Yan Jingyang's white face gradually turned red, full of shame, gritted his teeth, "No need!"

The little guy was teased with bulging cheeks, so cute.

"Well, you brush it slowly, and I'll buy you breakfast." As he said, Tang Su turned around and went out with a smile, ignoring his staring eyes.

I had soup dumplings for breakfast. There is a breakfast shop nearby that has soup dumplings that are notoriously delicious. Tang Su wanted to try it.

Putting the soup dumplings on two plates, Tang Su held them and walked to the outside garden, where there was a set of white round tables, and she had wiped the dust off. At this moment, the sun has not yet risen, the weather is warm and cool, and it is very comfortable. From time to time, there are a few crisp bird calls outside, which is indescribable.

"You try this steamed bun. When I went to buy it, I was in line for a while. Many people patronized their home." Tang Su put one of the soup dumplings in front of Yan Jingyang, "I bought it. Two kinds of traps."

She picked up one of the white and tender buns, exquisitely crafted and small and exquisite, with a thin layer of translucent color, and faintly saw the attractive soup shaking inside. Tang Su directly bite most of it, but she was still unprepared, the skin broke, and the fragrant soup leaked out, she quickly took a big mouthful.

The one I ate was stuffed with shrimp meat. It is estimated that I used fresh shrimp. It was very chewy, and it was too fresh with the soup.

Well, super content.

She picked up another one, took another bite, and the full of delicious crab roe overflowed. The fragrant crab paste and the chewy bun skin are so delicious that people can't wait to swallow their tongue.

"It's delicious." Tang Su's brows and eyes were bent into beautiful crescents.

She looked at the silent little guy, shortly holding a snow-colored little bun in her hand, slurping, and accidentally rubbing the soup on her chin. Finally, she was a little clumsy, not self-contained. Little old man.

Tang Su pulled out a paper towel, stretched out his hand, and rubbed Yan Jingyang's small chin naturally, "You are all soup here."

"I will do it myself."

Seeing a beautiful little face suddenly enlarged in front of him, Yan Jingyang's **** eyes were dull, and then he quickly grabbed the tissue on his chin and wiped it carelessly at himself.

In the sun, the little ears dyed a thin layer of red.

Yan Jingyang pursed his small mouth, and didn't know if Tang Su's act of wiping his chin just a moment ago irritated him. The little bun's face was stern, his two pale eyebrows tightened, his tone was fierce, "You come back from class at noon. Send me to a place."

It was not until noon that Tang Su knew that Yan Jingyang had contacted someone with her mobile phone.

And the top floor is a well-known restaurant in City B, near noon, there are even more seats.

Tang Su walked in with Yan Jingyang and saw a familiar face on a table. It turned out that the little guy had an appointment with his former confidant Qin Hao. Her gaze fell on Yan Jingyang's black head, so, is he leaving? Go back to be his Yan's president?

Great!

"I'm sitting at that table, you talk first, and call me if you have something to do." Knowing that they were chatting, she was inconvenient to be there, Tang Su thoughtfully and caringly let the waiter open another table.

Qin Hao looked at the little bun in front of him, his immature appearance made him hard to believe that this little kid was his wise and omnipotent boss, Mr. Yan.

However, the content of the message received last night plus the appearance of the little kid who resembled Mr. Yan, no, he also had the same cold eyes as Mr. Yan, and he felt that such a mysterious thing might be true?

"Yan...Ms. Yan?" Qin Hao coughed unnaturally, and asked the little kid.

"It's me." Yan Jingyang's short legs stepped on the crossbar of the mahogany chair, sat on the chair, moved his butt, and then sat down.

Qin Hao looked at the little boy in front of him and restrained his urge to laugh. Is he three years old enough?

"very funny?"

Yan Jingyang raised his small eyebrows, and his pure black eyes looked at his subordinates whose lips had already been bent, "I read the news, my father went to the company?"

This tone, except that the voice is too tender and crisp, with the milk of a child, is really exactly the same as Mr. Yan.

The seriousness in Qin Hao's heart rose in an instant, and he subconsciously replied: "Yes. But because you have instructed Mr. Yan before, without your signature, the company's capital is not allowed to be used by the company. Therefore, the financial situation The edge has been stuck."

"Well, who took the land in the West End?"

Hearing this, Qin Hao became serious in an instant, and he reported: “It was taken by a real estate company called Shengshi.” Only he and Mr. Yan, and Mr. Yan's third uncle knew the land in the West District. Yan always died unexpectedly on the way to attend the auction.

Although unbelievable, Qin Hao had to believe that the kid in front of him was really Mr. Yan.

"Mr. Yan, you..." He wanted to ask, why did Mr. Yan not die, but turned into his current appearance.

Seeing the doubts of his subordinates, Yan Jingyang said in a cold voice in a tender voice: "I had an accident. After waking up, it became the way I am now. Don't disclose this to others."

"I understand. Mr. Yan, do you need me to prepare a place for you?" It has been so many days since he was dead, and he hasn't appeared. Qin Hao knew that his appearance was definitely not suitable for the Shengjing Group, or In front of people who are acquainted, otherwise, they will be arrested for research.

"Not for the time being, I live with Tang Su now." Yan Jingyang has always been at ease with this subordinate who has been with him for nearly eight years. Even Qin Hao is more reliable and loyal than his family.

"Don..."

Qin Hao was shocked, he heard that right, Tang Su? Isn’t that Miss Tang’s name? So, the girl just now is Miss Tang Jia? No wonder the eyebrows are familiar.

He was really surprised. You must know that Mr. Yan has always been very disgusted and bored with Miss Tang, and he can’t wait to stay away. Even several times, Miss Tang was driven out of Shengjing Building by the company’s security. Yes, the person in front of the security guard is the one in front of you.

"I need to stay with her temporarily." Yan Jingyang tightened his eyebrows as an explanation.

"Recently, Aeon Real Estate has had a lot of problems with the Tang family. You told me to suppress Aeon. The board of directors also agreed. It is estimated that measures will come out after a while. Now, according to your opinion, ..." Since Mr. Yan needs Miss Tang's help now, Qin Hao doesn't know if he has to act according to the original plan.

Yan Jingyang's two chubby hands were wrapped around his chest, his pure black eyes with cold colors looked at Tang Su who was sitting alone not far away, his tender eyebrows frowned subconsciously, "According to the original plan."

Qin Hao nodded, "Yes, Mr. Yan." Even if Miss Tang has helped Mr. Yan now, I'm afraid Mr. Yan won't be able to impress him. What she did before has made Mr. Yan very disgusted.

Tang Su, who was not far away, ordered several favorite dishes, but absent-mindedly, she looked towards Yan Jingyang from time to time with a pair of water-colored black eyes.

I don't know whether his assistant Qin Hao recognizes him as the boss. After all, such an incredible thing is really hard to believe, and it may even be regarded as a neurosis by others.

She bit her chopsticks, thinking, if his assistant doesn't recognize him, then she...then she has to keep raising the little guy.

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