The Boss Became My Three-year-old Son

There have been a few rains recently, and the weather is not as hot as the previous one, but it is a bit cooler. The half-yellow leaves were knocked to the ground, and they looked withered and depressed.

Just after school, Tang Su was dragged by Qiao Wanwan to the bulletin board, "You said there is something you want to show to me. What do you want to see when you bring me here?"

"Look, this is a poster for the National Dance Competition. I want to sign up for it. You can join Su Su, okay?" Qiao Wanwan said excitedly to Tang Su. After all, such a grand dance competition is basically every few years. This year happened to be the third year of the National Dance Competition, and I was met by them.

Tang Su looked at the bulletin board. The poster of the National Dance Competition was posted on it. The poster had an orange bottom, which was very eye-catching. Among the many posters, people could see it at a glance.

The poster has registration time, registration method, and entry process.

Her heart was a little tight. Tang Su looked at the poster, her long eyelashes quivered slightly, and she accepted it without any hesitation, "Okay, let's sign up together." Before, she participated in the national youth group dance Competition, but then her parents had an accident, she finally gave up the finals.

I have to say that there is always regret in her heart.

This time, she wanted to make up for her regrets and regrets.

"Great, I say you can sign up online. We will sign up later when we go back, and then join the competition together." Qiao Wanwan's pretty face is full of joy. She doesn't care about the ranking of the competition very much, but rather for her ability Tang Su went to the game together and was happy.

The atmosphere in the conference room has always been serious and tense, especially when Yan Jingyang's dark eyes scanned it, the air pressure around him seemed to drop a few degrees. Just like this, the manager of the marketing department, after the report, he couldn't help swallowing a few drools, "I...I'm done, Mr. Yan."

Today, Yan Jingyang wore a silver-gray slim-fitting suit with a black shirt inside. He was rigorous and abstinent, and his cold face became more determined and cold. He put his slender fingers casually on the file, his eyes raised, and he looked at the manager of the marketing department, whose faint gaze made the manager of the marketing department tremble again.

"The analysis on the investment funds in the report is too one-sided, and the area under investigation is too limited, so I will do it again." Yan Jingyang's low voice sounded, making the people present inexplicably nervous.

"Yes, President Yan." The manager of the marketing department responded in shock.

Yan Jingyang leaned on the back of his chair, his voice was faint, "Also, Shengjing Group does not need idle employees. You can do more things, but you should talk less nonsense and end the meeting."

After the conversation, Yan Jingyang got up first and walked out.

"Assistant Qin." The stunned marketing manager over there quickly grabbed Qin Hao, "Assistant Qin, what did Mr. Yan mean just now?"

"Just to control the mouths of employees in your department."

Before Yan Jingyang asked him to investigate the rumors, the photos were circulated from the employees of the marketing department. The employee who posted the photo online has been fired, and the other people who spread the rumors first have also been deducted from their wages and transferred to positions.

As for Song Xinyan, Qin Hao thought she was the one who led the rumor, but she didn't expect it to have nothing to do with her, and the other party had repeatedly denied her relationship with Yan Jingyang, but many people thought she was covering up.

The marketing manager instantly reacted, "I understand what Mr. Yan meant. Thank you, Assistant Qin. Are you free tonight, I invite Assistant Qin to have a drink?" Qin Hao is the celebrity next to Mr. Yan, everyone wants The object of the draw, after all, can know Mr. Yan's meaning through his mouth.

"I have to work overtime tonight, Mr. Yan explained the task." Qin Hao straightened his tie.

"Hey, Assistant Qin, you are busy. Mr. Yan's business is important. I'll ask you next time." The marketing manager sent the person out of the meeting room with a hippie face.

When I returned to the villa after the meeting, it was already past five.

Yan Jingyang knew about Tang Su's class schedule. She didn't have many classes this afternoon, and classes ended after four o'clock, but she was not in the living room. Hearing the faint music from upstairs, he walked up.

Chengliang black leather shoes stepped on the stairs, Yan Jingyang walked slowly, stretched his slender fingers to the neckline, and released two buttons. The sound of music became clearer and clearer, until it came to the door of the dance studio, the melodious voice continuously came out from the crack of the door, becoming clearer.

He reached out and unscrewed the door handle.

This is not the first time Yan Jingyang has seen Tang Su dancing.

He knew she danced beautifully, like a fairy. At this time, her waist was dancing, soft to the extreme, her toes were lighter, her snow-white arms were lifted and turned softly as if there were no bones, and Miao Man's posture was light and moving.

Yan Jingyang wrapped his hands in front of his chest. He leaned against the door, looking straight at the girl's turning figure in the middle of the dance studio.

Following Ren, the throbbing sound in his heart covered the sweet music.

Her waist is so thin.

With the movement of bending, a small piece of white was revealed, twisting, softer than cotton wool. Every time he kissed, he couldn't wait to hold the small waist that was not full and pinch, and kiss people desperately in his arms.

There was a rush of heat in his chest, and Yan Jingyang frowned and pinched his fingertips severely.

How could she do this, simply dancing, can make his heart beat faster and his body becomes weak...

The moment the music stopped, Tang Su turned around and saw Yan Jingyang standing tall by the door at a glance, and the dark eyes seemed to be quenched, hot and seductive.

"When did you come up?" Tang Su was stunned. She was too serious just now and didn't find him standing at the door.

"Come for a while."

I don't know if it's dry mouth, his voice is a bit dry and dumb.

"Well, I'll change my clothes first. I won't cook tonight. Let's call a takeaway." After dancing, Tang Su's breathing was a little messy. She half-cast her eyes, pretending not to see Yan Jingyang too bright. Eye light.

"it is good."

Taking the sweat-wiping towel on the small bench, Tang Su turned off the light and was ready to go down.

"Let's go," she said softly.

Passing by Yan Jingyang's side, his hand was suddenly pulled by him. The hot temperature of the big palm on her wrist made her heart beat wildly, "What's wrong?" She asked him.

The girl had just finished dancing, her snow-white face was flushed, her apricot eyes were black and bright. She sweated a lot, the messy hair on both sides softly pressed to her side face, her chest was undulating, it was obvious that her breathing had not yet stabilized.

Yan Jingyang used to be addicted to cleanliness, but when it was placed on Tang Su's body, it was not cured.

Little beads of sweat appeared on the girl's little nose that seemed to have touched snow. His throat slid up and down, and he was stubbornly restraining his urge to lick away the little sweat beads.

His gaze moved down, the girl was wearing a short white shirt, because she was wet with sweat, a small piece of her chest was wet, nothing was revealed, but it was enough to make Yan Jingyang's eyes dark.

"Your clothes are wet." The deep voice was magnetic and hoarse.

Tang Su followed his gaze, lowered her head, and at a glance, she saw that the position under the collar of her clothes was wet. She immediately covered her chest with a towel, but she still couldn't block the man's straight gaze.

She was a little annoyed, "You let go, I'll go down and change clothes."

However, as soon as her words fell, the next second, she jumped into the air, pinched by the waist by the man, turned around, and placed it on the railing of her leg.

Tang Su was so scared that he quickly reached out and grabbed his shoulders.

After she sat down, her toes were swaying halfway in the air, and Tang Su panicked to jump off.

As if Yan Jingyang had already thought about it a dozen times earlier, he buckled her waist and pressed people against her, not minding the wet sweat all over her body. He smelled the girl's body, only to realize that her fine sweat was also fragrant, it was the kind of pure girly fragrance, there was no peculiar smell at all, it made him rare.

"What are you doing? Put me down quickly." Tang Su was taken aback by what he did just now, his snow-white face flushed with anger.

"Tang Su, kiss me." Yan Jingyang said with a dumb voice. It was clear that the weather had been slightly cool recently, but at this moment he was very sultry, and his heart was agitated frantically, unable to restrain it.

"Let me down and kiss again." The iron rod under her seat was cold and hard. The area was so small and her **** was sore. Where could she sit comfortably?

The girl's feet rubbed his waist unconsciously, and Yan Jingyang's breathing became a bit hot again.

His head was blank, letting the girl beat him a few times and staying unmoved, the sweet fragrance at the tip of his nose was full, and with every breath, he was full of refreshment.

Fuck!

He is over!

"do not move."

"I'll let you down." His breathing was a little heavy.

She was so soft, so soft, and just finished dancing, her muscles and bones were all flexible to the extreme, and the alive little fairy didn't even know it, she was still rubbing hard in his arms.

His heart was almost melted by her softly.

The sturdy arms were as hard as iron, and they trembled a little, and Yan Jingyang finally suppressed the urge to hold people down. The determined jaw jumped tightly, and he hugged the person off the iron rod.

The toes stepped on the ground, and Tang Su's heart calmed down.

She blushed with anger, her black eyes glared at Yan Jingyang. In the next second, she lifted her foot and kicked the man's calf, and then, like a little fish that slipped and didn't keep her hands, got out of him.

The girl was wearing soft white dancing shoes, where did the kick hurt Yan Jingyang?

Even if it hurts, he is not angry.

His girlfriend is so pretty, she looks pretty angry, and she plays him pretty well.

......

Tang Su was sweating and was hugged by Yan Jingyang again. Her body was already sticky. She came out after taking a shower.

Her face was flushed with hot water, her black eyes were moist, and the mist was filled with mist. There was long black hair draped on his back, and some of the soft hair tips fell wet on his chest. It should have been wet during the bath.

At this time, her body has changed into a green crow color, the Republican style slanted front collar, the small buttoned sleeves embroidered shirt, the texture is light and breathable, the lower body is a beige half-length skirt embroidered with light pink plum branches , Exquisite and gentle, and full of fresh girlish breath.

Fang Qing really loved her daughter. She had sent a lot of clothes to Tang Su before, all of which were specially made by famous designers according to Tang Su's size.

Of course, the size is a new size. The last dress was stretched tightly because of the development of Tang Su's chest. This time, Fang Qing had helped her re-measure the size.

I have to say that Fang Qing's vision and taste are excellent. The clothes she made for Tang Su were screened again by herself before they were sent. Each one was immortal, and Tang Su was young and tender, and the clothes fully enhanced her agile girlish atmosphere.

Tang Su walked to the living room, "Is the takeaway here..." Looking at the boy standing by the sofa, taller than her chest, her voice stopped abruptly.

Yan Jingyang, he has grown taller again!

Knowing that he will gradually grow taller, Yan Jingyang has asked Qin Hao to send clothes of all ages to the villa. Therefore, the clothes on his body at this time fit very well.

The boy's black and pure eyes looked over, already faintly with the sharpness and sharpness of an adult, and his voice was only a little immature, "Tang Su, the takeaway has arrived, come and eat."

The light was turned on in the living room, and the bright light from the chandelier fell on the boy's Yan Jingyang. Tang Su's throat tightened, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.

She walked over.

Recently, Yan Jingyang has been growing up almost every day. I believe that it will not take long for him to fully recover, and then he can leave.

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