The Boss Became My Three-year-old Son

Knowing that Tang Su was pregnant, Yan Jingyang had been nervous, but it was completely the opposite of the last time she was pregnant with small rice cakes. This time, Tang Su not only had a ruddy complexion, but also had a good appetite. He didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

"Su Su, I have the feeling, this time it must be a girl. You see, she is so good, she doesn't toss you at all, unlike her son, it made you suffer so much." Yan Jingyang put his big hand on Tang Su's belly , Stroking, trembling a little because of nervousness.

Tang Su's eyes were full of shattered light, and she also hoped it was her daughter this time.

"Mommy mommy."

At this time, Xiao Nian Gao came over with an ice cream, he spontaneously took off his shoes and climbed onto the sofa.

"Mom, do you want to eat ice cream?"

The small nian gao opened the lid of the ice cream box and scooped up a small scoop of ice cream to feed Tang Su. He heard from his mother that the little baby in his stomach could hear his words. Now the rice cakes are spoiling the little baby, and when the baby comes out, he will also spoil the rice cakes.

"You eat it by yourself, your mother can't eat ice cream." Yan Jingyang prevented the feeding of the small nian gao.

"Why? The ice cream is so delicious, won't the little baby like it?" The little nian gao tilted his head and looked confused.

"Ice cream is too ice, your mother can't eat it."

"Ah, isn't the baby afraid of ice?" Little nian gao blinked his **** eyes, he sucked in his mouth, "the nian gao is not afraid, the ice cream is delicious." Then he gave himself a big mouthful. ice cream.

Well, rice cakes are so satisfying.

"The baby can't eat it yet. When the baby comes out, he will be as old as the rice cake brother, so I can feed him the rice cake, okay?" Tang Su looked at his son's gluttonous appearance and couldn't help but feel funny.

Xiao Niangao heard that he would become a Niangao brother, but the thought of being abandoned by his mother was forgotten. Instead, he felt a sense of pride in being a brother, "Okay." He nodded, "Brother Niangao will hurt the baby, Didi, You have to be obedient in your mother's belly. When you come out, Brother Niangao will show you to play."

"It's a younger sister! Not a younger brother!" Yan Jingyang glared at the little rice cake beside him.

"But, rice cakes like Didi." His little red mouth was covered with a lot of ice cream, and his body turned to Tang Su, and said coquettishly: "Mom, the baby is Didi, OK? ?"

"It's my sister!" Yan Jingyang interrupted him mercilessly.

"It's Didi." He wants to take Didi to play.

"Are you itchy?" Yan Jingyang took the small body of the small rice cake meat into his arms, and slapped his little fart with a big hand, full of flexibility, Yan Jingyang suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth, "You See how fat you are and eat less."

The small nian gao dipped in ice cream cocked aggrievedly, "The nian gao will be divided into half of the snacks for Didi."

Yan Jingyang: "......"

The day the baby was born coincided with early summer, and the weather was cool and cool, very comfortable.

When the door of the delivery room opened, Yan Jingyang's soft and numb legs regained consciousness.

"Ouch, this is the boy."

Fang Qing had long heard from the doctor that her daughter was pregnant with twins. After all, when she got to the back, her daughter's belly was so big that she was frightened every time she went to see her. Now mother and child are safe, and her heart is settled down.

Yan Jingyang squatted down beside Tang Su's bed, Jun's face was pale, even his thin lips were not bloody, not much better than Tang Su, who had just given birth.

"Su Su, I have worked hard for you. From now on, I will never let you be so tired again." Yan Jingyang kissed Tang Su's forehead heavily, and his dark eyes were full of pain. He has already appointed a doctor to prepare for the ligation operation in a while.

Tang Su bends the corners of his lips, and slowly presses his hand against his side face, "Did you scare you again?" His cold fingertips touched the lower edge of his eye sockets, where redness was glowing.

"Ok."

Yan Jingyang lowered his head and kissed her pale lips, "You can only do well in the future, and don't scare me anymore, otherwise, you just stabbed me with a knife and it would be a pleasure."

"Come here, look at the baby." At this moment, Fang Qing walked over with one of the babies in her arms, "Look, how handsome my grandson is."

As soon as Fang Qing's words fell, Yan Jingyang, who was half-squatting on the bedside, froze in an instant. Jun's face was unbelievable, man...boy?

"It's younger brother, younger brother."

The small nian gao is four years old, and the small head has grown a little bit taller, but the small body is still fleshy, which shows that the usual snacks are not less.

"Grandma, look at the rice cakes, and the rice cakes also look at my brother." He stood on tiptoes, and his little head was raised high, but his body was too short, so no one could see the baby in his grandma's arms.

"Dad, it's my younger brother." Xiaoniankuo's white tender face was full of smiles, and she called Yan Jingyang to watch it together.

Yan Jingyang has all kinds of complicated feelings in his heart, so he has two more small troubles?

However, in the next second, Tang Qianzong walked over with another baby and stuffed it into Yan Jingyang's arms.

"Look at you like a bear, give me a hug, my good granddaughter!"

Just now the doctor said that it was a baby of a dragon and a phoenix, the boy was the older brother, and the girl was the younger sister. It was obvious that Yan Jingyang was too tight and rushed in without listening to what the doctor said.

Yan Jingyang was stunned, his dark eyes widened, and he looked at the soft ball in his arms in disbelief. This is... is this his daughter?

Does he have a daughter too?

"Dad, Niangao wants to see my sister." Xiao Niangao looked at his brother just now, so ugly, like an old man.

"Well, let me show you my sister." Yan Jingyang's lips were raised high, the coldness between her eyebrows had faded long ago, full of joy, "Is my sister very beautiful?" His tone was full of pride.

The little nian gao raised his feet on tiptoe and looked up, "Ah, my sister is so ugly." He wrinkled a little face, very worried, "why my brother and sister are so ugly, not like nian gao."

"Smelly boy, didn't you get a fight? How pretty is your sister, where is ugly? You were much uglier when you were a kid." Yan Jing said disgustingly. He turned around holding the daughter in his arms and handed it to Tang Su, "Su Su, this is our daughter, she looks really like you, as beautiful as you." The man's brows were filled with joy. .

Tang Su took the child, and her daughter opened her small mouth gracefully, quietly, without any intention of crying. "Jingjing, you give your daughter a nickname."

Yan Jingyang's gaze fell on her daughter, and he couldn't move away. The angular outline was incredibly soft, "It's called a shortbread, okay."

"What about that son." The poor young son was completely forgotten by Yan Jingyang.

"Nian Gao knows."

Xiao Nian Gao has come out of the ugly blow of his younger brothers and sisters. He rushed to Tang Su’s bed, and said with a milky voice: "Mom, my younger brother is called Xiao Pudding, okay?" He likes to eat small. Pudding out.

Little pudding?

Tang Su looked at his younger son and smiled, "Okay, the baby is called Little Pudding."

By the time the child was a hundred days old, it had changed.

Both the pudding and the shortbread have become white and tender little dumplings. Pudding’s big eyes are like Tang Su, and the other features are like Yan Jingyang, but the shortbread is very similar to Tang Su. Whether it’s eyes, nose, or mouth, they all look like prints, soft and soft. Nuo, Yan Jingyang is completely incarnate as a daughter slave, and can't wait to stay with her little daughter.

"Dad, Pudding is crying and wants to drink grandma." Xiaonian Gao stood in front of his little brother's bed, looking at the crying Pudding, he called Yan Jingyang anxiously.

"Wait a minute, my sister is still drinking." Yan Jingyang hugged her little daughter with a gentle expression to the extreme. Since having a girl, Yan Jingyang's heart has become boundless.

"Pudding, don't cry, my sister is finished drinking, it's up to you." Xiaonian Gao stood on tiptoe, standing by the bed, constantly coaxing milky milk. The grandmother was right. My father was a patriarch and only liked his sister. "Pudding, you have to grow up quickly, and deal with the big devil with Brother Niangao."

After finally feeding the shortbread, Yan Jingyang walked to the little son without hurriedly and began to make milk powder for him.

Little Pudding's appetite was amazing, and he was really hungry. As soon as he approached the bottle, he kept drinking milk, his crying ceased instantly, but his big eyes were red, so pitiful.

The little rice cake stood aside and watched, stroking his brother's little feet from time to time. It was a small one, soft and so cute. "Pudding, you have to drink more milk so that you can grow taller. Brother rice cake will take you to play."

"Smelly boy, don't prevent him from drinking milk, go and see if my sister is asleep." Yan Jingyang held the little pudding in his arms, and his heart was always carved on the little shortbread.

"My sister is not crying, the nian gao wants to play with her younger brother, but she doesn't want to play with her sister." The little nian gao flattened her mouth, still insisting on the idea that girls are troublesome and disgusting.

At this time, Tang Su had already taken a shower and came out, "Are the babies hungry?"

"Well, the girl just finished feeding."

Tang Su walked over and picked up his little daughter, a small ball, white and tender, with small and delicate features, not to mention how beautiful it was. The shortbread is very well-behaved. Compared to her crying brother, most of her are quiet and quiet. Even when she is hungry and crying, her cry is low and subtle, and it makes people's hearts melted.

"Mom's baby, why are you so behaved." The child is too young now to laugh, but his small mouth is upright, which makes people happy when he sees it. Tang Su couldn't help kissing his daughter's head.

The little rice cake came over and looked at the younger sister in the light pink shirt, the white dumplings, and the big watery eyes, really cute, "Mom, the rice cake wants to kiss my sister too, okay?"

The steel straight boy Xiaoniankou finally did not resist the cute charm of the shortbread, and wanted to kiss his sister.

"Yes you can."

The little nian gao bends down, and the forehead facing the little shortbread is louder. The little guy finished kissing, and said with a smile: "Sister Xiangxiang..."

After having younger siblings, every time I go to kindergarten, Xiaoniankou likes to talk to Daqiang about them.

"Nian Gao, I tell you, my sister laughed at me yesterday."

Since Daqiang's younger sister was born, Daqiang has long forgotten his mother's neglect of herself before. The little guy's attention is completely focused on her younger sister, and every day he goes home to tease his sister.

"Now my brother and sister look good."

The white and tender face of the little rice cake shows off the pride of his brother and sister. When they were just born, Xiaoniankui was worried that they would be ugly and no one liked them.

"Pudding and shortbread are small, and I like to sleep every day. But my mother said that when the two of them grow up, they will call brother rice cake.

"My sister will also call my brother when she grows up." Da Qiang straightened his chest and looked proud.

Xiao Nian Kui lifted his chin and blinked his big eyes, "Daiqiang, you only have a younger sister, and I also have a younger brother, Pudding. You can't beat me."

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There will be a hundred red packets falling in this chapter~~

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