The Boss Became My Three-year-old Son

When Xiao Nian Gao was five years old, he already looked like his brother. Looking at the toys littered on the ground, he frowned and scolded his brother and sister who were sitting on the ground: "Pudding, shortbread , You can't throw your toys away."

"Gege."

Little Pudding saw the little nian gao coming, his original stern face laughed, and staggered to the little nian gao, wanting to play with him. If the little nian gao looks like Yan Jingyang, then the little pudding not only looks like it, but also has a temperament. The little dumplings are cool and cute when they have small faces.

With his hands behind him, the little nian gao looked like an old cadre, and pointed at the toys scattered on the ground, "Pudding, you can't throw toys away."

Little Pudding raised his head, and the hairs on the top of his head were turned up and down, "Sister, my sister is lost." After speaking, the little guy still complained. Fenfen's little finger pointed and pointed and sat on the ground. Shortbread cookies.

Xiao Bi Bian opened a pair of moist, black and shiny big eyes, blinking and blinking, holding his little finger, and seeing her brother pointing at her, Xiao Bi Bian's big eyes were bent, Yingying smiled, showing a few The little white teeth made people's hearts melted.

The little rice cake that originally wanted to scold his sister stopped humming. He walked over spontaneously, pursing his small mouth, bending down his small body, and silently helping his brother and sister clean up toys on the ground.

Little Pudding staggered behind him, learning the appearance of a small rice cake, holding up a car, and threw the car into the big box, "Gege, pick up the pudding, pick up the pudding... ...."

When Yan Jingyang came up with two bottles of milk, he saw two sons picking up toys, while the little daughter sat on the ground obediently, her big eyes turning following the little figure of her brother.

He walked over and picked up his daughter, "Is the baby hungry?"

"Baba."

The little shortbread's white and tender little hands were placed softly on Yan Jingyang's shoulders. There was a lot of saliva on his mouth, which was obviously coming out when he chewed on his fingers.

Yan Jingyang kissed her daughter's little cheek, and touched her little head, "Hey, how about dad feeding you?"

The shortbread shook his head and drank with relish while holding the baby bottle. Over there, Little Pudding looked at his father and then at his brother, his white face was tangled.

"Pudding, you go drink milk-milk, brother picks it up." Xiaonian Gao always loves his brother.

Little Pudding nodded seriously, and staggered over to Yan Jingyang, "Dad, drink Pudding too."

Yan Jingyang handed another bottle of prepared milk to the younger son.

"Thanks...thank you, Dad." Little Pudding had a serious face, but was polite. He was sitting on the ground like a shortbread, holding a milk bottle, and drinking.

Yan Jingyang drew a paper towel and wiped the milk dripping from his mouth on the shortbread, saying very softly, "Drink slowly, baby is finished, dad will get it for you again, okay?"

Xiao Bibing understood her father's words, her **** eyes blinked, and she nodded. The little braids on both sides shook with her movements, so cute and soft, which made people like it.

Yan Jingyang petted her little head and looked at the side again, with a small face, a very serious little pudding, "Sure enough, my sister is cute."

Hearing that, the little pudding who was drinking milk frowned, his big eyes were full of grievances, and he almost cried with eccentric father!

The night was getting darker, and when she went to bed at night, Yan Jingyang held the shortbread and went to the little rice cake room.

"Gege..."

Xiao Bibing watched the little rice cake and little pudding lying on the bed and tumbling around together. She twisted her soft body and pointed at the two people on the bed, "Go down, Baba, sister down." She blinked Looking at Yan Jingyang with big eyes, he said that he also wanted to play with his brothers.

"Brothers are going to bed, can you play with them tomorrow?" Yan Jingyang looked at the small face that looked like his wife in front of him, his tone of voice reluctant to be heavy, full of gentleness.

Xiao Su Bing is a well-behaved baby, her black and bright eyes rolled, her little hand leaned softly on Yan Jingyang's shoulder, she said softly, "Okay."

After the father took his sister away, in the darkness, the little rice cake turned his body to face his little brother Pudding. He whispered: "Pudding, you don't want to wet the bed anymore tonight. Your brother's pants are wet by you a few times." In the morning, he secretly got up to wash the trousers. He secretly told Grandma Yun to change the bed sheets. They didn't let mom and dad know that his brother was ashamed of bedwetting.

The little Pudding in the dark was a little shy on his serious face. Although he was less than two years old, he knew he was ashamed. He closed his eyes tightly, his eyelashes trembled and his little face was hot, and he said with a milky voice, "Gege, Pudding doesn't...do not wet the bed."

"Okay." The little nian gao put his arm around the little pudding with one hand, and it didn't take long for the two brothers to fall asleep.

The next morning, the first sun rose, and the warm and cool shards of golden sunlight scattered on the ground through the light blue window screens.

Xiaoniankui always wakes up early, he opened his big bewildered eyes, blinked, and sat up with his small body. When he put his hands on the bed, he found that the bed was wet. Don't think about it, my brother must be wetting the bed.

On the azure bed sheet, a large circle of maps was drawn.

The little brother Pudding next to him opened his short legs and slept in a big shape. One small hand was placed on the waist of the small rice cake, and the other was placed on his belly. His small mouth was slightly tilted, making him so cute.

The little nian gao moved carefully to take away his little brother's little hand and put it down on the bed. The next second, the little hand seemed to be conscious, and put it back on his body.

The small nian gao moved away again.

However, this time Little Pudding woke up, "Gege..." Little Pudding opened his eyes, and the little milk sounded a little rusty, cute and lazy.

"Brother wants to get up, you let go of your brother."

Xiao Nian Gao pointed to a large map on the bed, "Pudding, you are wetting the bed again."

Little Pudding yawned, and when he heard his brother's words, his big eyes opened immediately. He quickly got up, looked down at the bed sheet under his body, and found a large circle on it. In the next second, his small mouth squashed, and the teardrops in his big eyes rolled down, "pudding...pudding bedwetting..."

So shameful, so sad.

Xiao Nian Gao saw his brother crying, he hurried over, "My brother didn't scold you." He hugged Pudding's head, learning the movements of his mother, and patted Pudding's back, "Don't cry, brother used to Also wetting the bed."

Little Pudding rubbed his eyes, his little white face was covered with tears, he rubbed his eyes with his little hands, his eyes were red, "Gege...bedwetting?"

Seeing that his brother was not crying anymore, Xiao Nian Kui, his old-fashioned adult appearance, coaxed Little Pudding: "Don't cry, brother won't scold you."

Little Pudding covered his small face, and his big eyes that had been washed away by tears were bright. He turned his mouth up, "Pudding is ashamed." After speaking, he turned around, with his little head buried on the pillow, ass. -The stock cocked, as if there was no face to meet my brother.

At this time, the door of the room was opened and Tang Su walked in from outside, "Are the babies awake?"

The little nian gao reacted first, "Mom, nian gao is awake."

"The rice cakes are so good." Tang Su walked to the bed, looked at the little son who buried his head in the pillow, and said with a smile: "Is the little pudding still awake?"

Xiao Nian Gao is very honest, "Pudding woke up, he cried."

"Why is the baby crying?"

Tang Su sat down by the bed, his gaze fell on the bed sheet, and saw the traces of the map on it. Where did he not know what was going on?

Little Pudding's little fart-stroke shook, and the little milk sound came from the pillow, "Ma Ma, Pudding... Pudding wets the bed, shy."

Tang Su suppressed the urge to laugh, "It doesn't matter, the pudding is still small, it's just a baby. Now the bedwetting is normal, and it won't work when the pudding grows up a bit." She soothed softly.

The little rice cake next to him hurriedly agreed: "Yes, brother Niangao now grows up, and he won’t be able to wet the bed anymore. Pudding doesn’t have to be sad." He felt so embarrassed when he wetted the bed before, so Xiao Niangao understood his brother completely. Feelings.

The little head buried in the pillow moved, then slowly lifted it up.

The little pudding shyly turned around to see her mother and the little rice cake, "Pudding, don’t cry for the pudding." The little guy has a small face, his big eyes are bright but red, and even his small ears are red. .

"Well, Baby Pudding is so strong."

Tang Su kissed his younger son's cheek, and his serious expression was a small version of Yan Jingyang.

Both the little nian gao and the little pudding look like Yan Jingyang. However, the little nian gao is more lively and clever, but the younger son Pudding inherits Yan Jingyang's cold temperament and looks like him.

After receiving praise from her mother, Little Pudding laughed. His big eyes were crooked, showing the pink gums, which was so cute.

"Okay, Pudding quickly change clothes, do I need my mother to change it for you?" Tang Su found him a dress in the closet.

"No, no mom, send a change of pudding."

I don't know if I learned from Xiaoniankuo. After Governor Xiaopudding, he stopped Tang Su's help to change clothes. He said that he would come by himself. Even if he didn't wear it successfully, his brother Xiaoniankuo would help.

"Okay, you and your brother will go downstairs to have breakfast after changing clothes. Mom made your favorite little buns."

The two similar faces of Xiaonian Gao and Xiao Pudding nodded. After his mother left, Pudding moved quickly to stand up on the bed and began to take off his panties.

"Pants, take off..."

Pudding kicked off the little pants that she had taken off, then took the clothes her mother had prepared and started putting them on. However, he was still young. When he was wearing pants, he stretched one foot inward, and couldn't stretch it out anyway. He couldn't stand still, "Gege, help Pudding, pants are too difficult."

The little guy wrinkled his eyebrows in a hurry.

The little rice cake next to him changed his clothes. After throwing aside the pants that was wet by Pudding, he walked over and asked his brother to hold his shoulders so that he could stand firm, then grab the pants and let Pudding Slowly stretched out the little foot, "Hold on to brother, Pudding, stretch out your trouser leg, yes, stretch it again..."

Soon, I saw that Little Pudding had changed his clothes and trousers, the appearance of Big Brother Xiaoniankui, thumbs up, and praised Little Pudding, "Well, my brother is the best!"

Little Pudding's tight mouth was slightly tilted, "Pudding stick, grid stick!"

Tang Su has already prepared the breakfast.

Yan Jingyang walked down holding his little daughter and put her on the dining chair next to his position. Then, he turned around and kissed Tang Su, "What about my son?"

"Change clothes on it, it's probably coming down soon."

"Mom." Little Su Bing raised her head and called out Tang Su softly.

"What's wrong, baby."

"Puff pastry, dear... dear." The pink and tender little fingers of the pastry pointed at his little cheek.

Tang Su hurriedly bent down and kissed the little daughter, and by the way, he took care of the little bangs on her forehead. Her daughter was exquisite and beautiful, with a pair of **** eyes. Anyone who saw her wanted to hold her in the palm of his hand. It hurts. "Is the baby hungry? Mom, can you give me shortbread for breakfast?"

The shortbread cocked her mouth and kissed Tang Su. Then, she nodded her little head seriously. She was soft and waxy, and her small appearance was so cute, "Hungry, good."

Yan Jingyang looked at Tang Su and his daughter contentedly, his cold brows were about to soften into water.

At this time, Xiao Nian Gao slowly walked downstairs with his younger brother Pudding.

"Nian Gao and pudding come over for breakfast." Tang Su picked up his little son and placed it on the dining chair. The little Nian Gao pouted himself and sat down beside him.

"Gege..."

The shortbread side turned her head, the pigtail was also sideways, and she greeted the little pudding.

Little Pudding's face was still stern, but he spoke politely: "Sister, early." After speaking, he stretched out Chubby's hand to touch his sister's head in a decent manner.

The shortbread chuckled, and the voice of the little milk was crisp and tender.

Tang Su put the small dish with the small buns in front of them. The small buns are made of custard and coconut milk. With a small bite, the babies will never choke. The thick milky scent with coconut scent, the taste is very soft and soft, with the sweet porridge, it will definitely make them eat it.

"The babies eat breakfast obediently. After eating, mom and dad will take you to have fun?" Today is Zhou Ziran's son's birthday, and he invited many friends to his home to celebrate.

Xiaonian Gao picked up a small bun and stuffed it into his mouth, "Okay."

The little pudding and shortbread next to him also nodded, and said with a milky voice: "Okay, go have fun."

The golden sunlight fell into the living room, the breeze was blowing, and the white sheer curtains gently lifted a corner, and the inside was warm and joyful, and the baby's soft milk sounds from time to time.

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