The Boss Became My Three-year-old Son

The winter night seemed a bit desolate, the dark night sky without moon and stars, and the shadows of the whirling trees under the illumination of the street lamps became more and more lonely.

In the cold-style apartment, at this time, the crystal chandelier on the ceiling shines bright yellow light, which makes people feel soft.

After taking a shower, Tang Su walked out of the bathroom. On her feet, she was wearing light pink, fluffy home shoes that Yan Jingyang bought for her. The soles were very soft, and they stepped on the ground, like a ball of cotton.

Because the indoor heating was on, she was only wearing a long, thin cardigan. Inside is a **** pink, elegant suspender skirt, the fabric is sleek and thin, very close to the body. A fresh small flower pattern embroidery on the chest shows the freshness of the girl. The skirt was longer than the knee, and the skirt was embroidered with a circle of white lace, showing the girl's slender white calf underneath.

Tang Su's hair was slightly wet, and naturally hung on her chest. She walked slowly to the sofa and sat down.

The man was wearing a black turtleneck sweater, and the angular outline was set off to make it harder and more determined. Under the straight bridge of the nose, a thin lips pressed slightly, **** and alluring. He had a long leg cocked, and dark socks were exposed under the crisp trousers.

And he held a document in his slender fingers, flipping through it.

Yan Jingyang at this time, ancient school, and serious.

Tang Su looked at his frowning eyebrows, she moved her body spontaneously and consciously to stay away from him so as not to disturb his work.

The living room is very quiet, with only the sound of turning paper. The air was filled with the elegant fragrance of shower gel, and the surroundings became more peaceful and comfortable.

After a while, a man's low sigh suddenly sounded.

Tang Su was swiping the phone and was fascinated, but suddenly his whole body was picked up and placed on his tight thigh.

"Have you finished reading the files?" Tang Su was only slightly surprised, and then softened his body obediently, letting Yan Jingyang hold him. She found that he liked to hug her more and more.

"No."

The documents Yan Jingyang had just now had already been left aside, pitifully hung on the side of the coffee table, almost falling to the ground. The girl sat beside him, unavoidably being distracted. He remained calm and ignored her, just to see how much self-control he had over her.

However, in less than five minutes before and after, he couldn't restrain himself.

"Then you continue to work, what do you hold me for?" She still wants to continue watching the dancing video.

Yan Jingyang tightened his arms so that the girl's body was directly attached to his own. His thin lips approached her, he couldn't help but take the initiative to hold on, and began to fight, "You are here, I can't go in." She was full of minds, she was so good, and he was so fascinated by playing mobile phones for the first time. Feel what is unfair.

A little unconvinced, he added gravity to his mouth, directly entangled the soft tip of his tongue.

Tang Suying's white face was hot, and the man started kissing her again without saying a word. Since discovering that he has fully recovered, Yan Jingyang will kiss her at every turn, just like now. Before he could only ask for a kiss, now he can take the initiative, and he can't wait to get his money back.

The muscles all over his body were tight, Yan Jingyang kept kissing the girl in his arms, his head was almost blank.

Panting.

He evacuated a little bit, his thin lips glowed with water, hot breath sprayed on the tip of Tang Su's nose, and her ears were red.

"It's great," he said dumbly.

Now he can kiss her if he wants to kiss her, he doesn't have to be like before, he can only ask the girl every time, and he can only taste it, go deeper, worry that she can't stand it, and no longer want to cooperate with him.

He had thought about it for a long time, like now, carefree, kissing her all the time.

Tang Su blushed, listening to him sigh comfortably in a low voice, even his neck was red.

"Susu, are you comfortable being kissed by me?"

Yan Jingyang’s eyes were dark and moist, and his nose rubbed the girl’s lightly. He knew that she felt different from his. Every time he kissed her, he seemed to be on a stimulant, and every cell was refreshing. It was trembling. And she would only blush with such a small face, breathe slightly, not as excited as him, and react strongly.

He wanted to know whether she liked him kissing her, whether she was happy or not.

Hearing Yan Jingyang's question, Tang Su was stunned, then glared at him, "Can you not have such a thick skin?" Her fingertips poked his shoulder. Is she embarrassed to answer such a question?

Yan Jingyang laughed lowly, "It seems that you are also very comfortable."

The man's eyes were bright and gentle, and Tang Su simply buried his head in his chest, rubbed his cheek against his soft black sweater, and his face became even hotter.

......

In the past few days, the Song family have been lazy in Song Xinyan's residence, and they almost tortured Song Xinyan to a nervous breakdown.

She looked at herself in the mirror, who was haggard and pale, and gritted her teeth with hatred. In order to force her to hand over the money for selling antiques, Huang Lanfang forced her several times a day, and even searched the house by hand. Song Dahai and Song Baojie watched and even helped Huang Lanfang with each other's questions.

It is impossible for her to take out the money.

Before buying a house, dredging relationships in the company, giving gifts, plus her current dress, all of them used big names, which cost a lot, and the bank card money was not too much. If money is given to Huang Lanfang, according to the other party's temperament, she won't even want to touch a penny afterwards.

Therefore, she must hold her money tightly.

Song Xinyan unscrewed the lipstick and slowly applied a layer of color, her breath looked much better.

"Stop, where are you going?" Huang Lanfang lay halfway on the sofa, watching her daughter come out of the room with the bag in her hand, she immediately stood up vigilantly.

"I'm going to find a job, otherwise, mother, will you give me money to support me?" Song Xinyan had a somewhat ironic smile on her lips.

She didn't know why she had such vampire-like parents. She didn't want her to live well, but instead came to pick her meat. I heard that Tang Su’s parents love her so much, and they want to hold them in their palms. Then compare Huang Lanfang and Song Dahai. I have to say that it makes sense that she hates Tang Su. After all, it's just identity and parental doting, these two conditions have made people jealous and eyes red.

Huang Lanfang curled his lips, "You still have money for selling antiques, and you want to ask me to get the money? Huh, hurry up. If you come back late, you will eat out. I asked my sister to come over to play mahjong." She said Sit back on the sofa, let alone, this dead girl wasted money to buy such a good sofa, sitting really comfortable, and later the mahjong sisters come, she can also show off.

Song Xinyan stopped humming and walked directly out.

It is not that she does not want to drive away the Song family, but the people living here are well-off families. Huang Lanfang yelled in her voice, saying that she had no conscience, cursing her white-eyed wolf and being unfilial. She was worried that the trouble would be too ugly. People will misunderstand her and affect her badly.

In the parking lot, looking at the time, it was time to get off work.

Song Xinyan moved her feet, she stood by the black domineering car, waiting for its owner.

There is no heating in the parking lot, and it is ventilated on all sides, and it is cool and shady. Song Xinyan's makeup is so cold that her face is faintly pale, and even her lips with red lipstick are dry and there are a lot of lip lines.

I don't know how long it took, when she rubbed her hands and breathed, not far away, a tall and strong figure gradually walked towards her. Under the black suit pants are slender and powerful legs.

After Song Xinyan rubbed her hands, she straightened her waist in an instant. Even if Yan Jingyang fired him, she was depressed, but she did not hate him. He just listened to Tang Su's complaint.

The bright and clean leather shoes stepped on the ground, as if they were on the tip of Song Xinyan's heart. She tightened the strap of her shoulder bag, and when Yan Jingyang walked over to the car, she took the initiative to greet him.

"President Yan."

Song Xinyan was not the first time she stood in front of Yan Jingyang, but her heartbeat still accelerated uncontrollably. He is so tall, she wants to see him, she inevitably needs to look up.

The woman's body was blocked in front of the car door, Yan Jingyang frowned subconsciously, and his dark eyes looked at her silently, "You blocked me."

Song Xinyan's face blushed, her delicate face was a bit shy.

Before, she thought that Li Yang was somewhat similar to Yan Jingyang, but after contacting Yan Jingyang several times, she realized that Li Yang was not even as good as Yan Jingyang. Just for the noble temperament and compelling aura, Li Yang can be regarded as a low-quality copycat version at best, no, the copycat version can't be called.

"I have something I want to talk to you." Song Xinyan had admiration in her eyes, and she looked at Yan Jingyang with full eyes. There is no man who doesn't like being worshipped by women. "As for the company's dismissal of me, I obeyed the arrangement and won't be angry. However, I want to know if it was because I made a mistake and offended Miss Tang, so the company wanted to..."

"The company is going to fire me?" Song Xinyan's clean and white face was a little bit of grievance and humiliation, which looked very pitiful.

Yan Jingyang pursed his lips.

"President Yan, I know that you are a person with a clear distinction between public and private. If I really did something wrong, can I ask for an understanding? If it is really because I offended Miss Tang and made her angry, I can ask her Apologetic."

"Have you said enough?" Yan Jingyang frowned, his dark eyes were cold. "I don't know yet. When I fire a person, when do I need to explain to the employees?"

"I hate others being smart in front of me, like a beamed clown, jumping up and down." Yan Jingyang's thin lips lifted slightly, and his words hurt and vicious, "Don't want to be careful with me, in my opinion, You are simply stupid and vicious."

Song Xinyan looked at the man's thin **** lips, and her words turned out to be like a knife, cutting her face sore, and her face suddenly turned pale, full of disbelief.

Even if Yan Jingyang doesn't like her, how can he speak so unsparingly?

She tugged at the corners of her mouth weakly, and asked softly, "Did Miss Tang tell Mr. Yan what you said that caused you to misunderstand me? Because Mr. Yan gave me your clothes before, Miss Tang misunderstood me. The relationship with you. A few days ago, I wanted to return the clothes to Mr. Yan, but I happened to meet Miss Tang, so I wanted to give the clothes to her and ask her to return them. Mr. Yan, I have nothing else. Meaning, I hope you don’t get me wrong."

Except for Tang Su's complaint to Yan Jingyang and a small report to her, she really didn't know why Yan Jingyang was so indifferent to her and spoke so heartlessly.

"You can shut up."

Yan Jingyang heard that Song Xinyan was insinuating Tang Su and slandering her, and his face sank, "What are you? Don't say that Tang Su didn't put you in his eyes at all, as long as she treated you a little bit. Being unhappy is enough to make me fire you, and even kill you."

"Go away!" He dealt with the woman impatiently.

Song Xinyan's face was red and white. She had always known that Yan Jingyang was cold and ruthless, but this cold person actually said that as long as Tang Su was a little dissatisfied with her, he could let him deal with her?

Yan Jingyang looked at her coldly, and Song Xinyan was trembling when she was seen, and she had to step back a few steps.

Seeing Yan Jingyang got in the car, she gritted her teeth and said, "Last time, I told you that your third uncle was behind you. I believe Mr. Yan, you must have found the result."

Yan Jingyang did not hum.

Song Xinyan stomped her feet and said, "You know that I didn't lie after you checked the results. Mr. Yan, don't you ask me how I knew?"

She was heartbroken, "If I say, I know what will happen in the next ten years, do you believe it?"

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