The Boss Became My Three-year-old Son

"what?"

Seeing the little guy suddenly put on an expression of disgust and disgust at her, Tang Su was a little stunned.

"These records."

Yan Jingyang turned the screen of the phone to her, and pinched his immature eyebrows with his short fingers, as if helpless, "Are you paying attention to me all the time?"

A pair of moist black eyes fell on the phone screen, and Tang Su saw it, and they were all search records about Yan Jingyang. The long eyelashes trembled, and Tang Su’s delicate little face was gradually blushing. She knew that the original owner did follow Yan Jingyang’s news all the time. Once there was any trouble in the news, or she knew which Yan Jingyang watched more. At a glance, the original owner will embarrass the woman in private.

This is why Yan Jingyang is so disgusted and disgusted with the original owner.

Tang Su bit his lip, embarrassed and annoyed, carrying the pot for the original owner, "Who has not made a mistake? I admit... I used to like you and did a lot of stupid things. I am now correcting my mistakes and correcting them. Renewal, okay?" She coughed unnaturally, "Don’t remember the past all day and grab my sore feet. I promise that when you recover, I will be far away from you and die. Won't pester you."

Yan Jingyang's small mouth was pursed, and his expression was serious, staring at her with extremely black eyes.

The woman in front of her had a sincere tone, with an expression on her face that she wanted to alienate him and confessed to him, but how she looked at it made people feel uncomfortable.

Is he disgusting her?

After a long while, he was milky and grunted heavily, not afraid of majesty, "Remember what you said."

After speaking, he pressed his short finger to clear the search history. In the next second, all the above records about him were erased at once.

Tang Su has no opinion on this. Delete it, delete it, she doesn't want to see it more than he does.

For dinner, we made braised thousand-page tofu, steamed osmanthus fish, and sweet-scented osmanthus root slices, each of which is not much, only enough for two people. Decorated with white porcelain carved plates, Tang Su, in order to look good, also deliberately placed some coriander and broccoli next to the plates as garnishes. Just looking at the color and luster is very attractive.

The steamed sweet-scented osmanthus fish is tender and tender, and it has no bone spurs when it is dropped by a spoon. The fish is tender and fresh, fresh in the mouth, tender and smooth, with the scent of **** and green onions. I don't know if it is related to soy sauce. The fish juice is somewhat sweet.

The sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root slice next to it is only a few small pieces, not much done. Take a bite, sweet and waxy, with broken cinnamon petals, soft and sweet, after swallowing, the tongue and teeth are still full of fragrant osmanthus aroma.

Yan Jingyang ate in a dull voice. He was always picky about food and didn't have a good impression of Tang Su, but he had to admit that her cooking skills were very good.

The dinner table is as quiet as always.

Tang Su does not have the habit of controlling appetite, but fortunately she has a low appetite. Generally, she is full after eating a bowl of rice at night. At this time, she had just finished eating, and the doorbell just rang.

She put down her chopsticks and said, "I'll go and see, you act by chance, and if a guest comes, you hide it, you know?"

Yan Jingyang had a meal with the chubby hand holding the chopsticks, "Yes."

After waiting for a while, Aunt Li, who was standing outside the door, saw that the door had finally opened, and she quickly took a step back. Taking advantage of the warm yellow light on the side of the road, she saw a beautiful young girl standing behind the door.

Aunt Li was a little stunned. After living so much of her life, she still saw such a good-looking girl for the first time. She was beautiful like a flower, with a red mouth and a small face. She really couldn't tell. Looks good.

"Are you?" Tang Su looked at the strange aunt outside the door with a look of confusion.

"Hello, hello, I'm from the house next door, and the tenant who just moved in today, thinking about meeting often in the future, my niece asked me to send a little gift over and say hello to your family."

Aunt Li hurriedly handed the red gift bag in her hand to Tang Su, "This is my niece brought back from a trip in country Y." She does not approve of sending these souvenirs to her niece. It's so expensive to buy it back. According to her, just send some homemade dumplings or dim sum.

Tang Su knew about the new tenants in the villa next to it. She smiled and said, "Auntie, don't be so polite. I won't accept the gift. We just need to recognize a familiar face."

"Hey, little girl, are you really polite, have you eaten?" Aunt Li took back the gift bag she was holding with a gesture, her smile making the wrinkles on her face deeper.

"It's eating."

"Then I won't disturb your family's dinner, and our family will take care of it in the future." Aunt Li smiled, and the next moment, she carried the gift and walked away numbly.

In the villa next door, the child's immature voice continued to sound.

Li Xiaotong sternly scolded her daughter: "If you make trouble again, mother will hit you."

The little **** the sofa pouted her mouth and looked angry, "When my father comes next time, I will tell him, Mom, you will hit me."

"You will only complain to your father." Li Xiaotong raised eyebrows, "Then when you see your father, act like a baby to her and let him go to kindergarten for you."

She has inquired that the annual tuition fee of the International Sino-British Kindergarten is 200,000 yuan, which is the best aristocratic kindergarten in the city and even in the country. Her daughter must choose the best school to go to school.

"I don't want to go to school, I don't like to go to school..." Shi Xiaotian squashed her mouth and began to roll on the sofa.

Li Xiaotong's eyebrows jumped, and when he was about to raise his hand to hit her, he saw Aunt Li come back, "Auntie Ciao, how did you bring the gift back again?"

"Hey, the little girl next door won't accept it. No, I'll take it back." Aunt Li did not put down the gift bag in her hand.

"Little girl?"

"It was a little girl who opened the door just now, hey, she looks really good..." Aunt Li saw her niece's gaze, she paused and changed her mouth instantly, "She looks pretty neat and sensible. "

She knew more and more about this niece who had a close relationship with the village, and she was pretty good-looking, but she was so arrogant that she couldn't bear to see other women who looked better than her.

"Well, you can take the gifts yourself, and I will visit next door the next day." Li Xiaotong was not angry. The people who live here are rich or expensive. It is normal for the other party to look down on these gifts.

"Oh, okay, then I'll clean up the kitchen first." Aunt Li carried the gift bag and walked inside with joy. Although this niece is difficult to serve, her hands are sparse and she leaks something out of her fingers from time to time. She earned it.

The night gradually fell, and the cool moonlight fell on the treetops, reflecting the branches and leaves.

"The water is ready for you. Go take a shower." Tang Su kicked his slippers and walked out of the shower room. Since the last time she saw the little guy naked and pouting to hook the faucet of the bathtub, she intimately filled him with the bathtub water in advance.

"Oh, I see."

Yan Jingyang was sitting on the sofa with his mobile phone in both hands and was browsing the company's news. After his accident, the group's stock price dropped a lot, and many people began to sell their shares. The report also said that his father, Yan Weiguo, who always loved to play, went to the company to take a seat.

The eyebrows were frowned, and his short fingers were sliding on the screen of the mobile phone. There was a third uncle, and there was no problem with the company for the time being.

Seeing the little guy looking at the phone with a frown, Tang Su didn't take care of it, but returned to the room with his bag and uniform.

With her beautiful black eyes rolling, Tang Su thought that when she was in the dance studio today, she changed into a cheerleader uniform and was stared at by other girls. At that time, she hadn't had time to appreciate how she was wearing the uniform.

She took out the team uniform and changed it again.

When trying on this afternoon, she already felt that her upper body was a little tight, but the other girls had the right size, and she couldn't find anyone willing to exchange it with her.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, Tang Su made a beautiful circle. She used to look good, but her figure was too thin, incomparable to her current hot figure. Except for the weight-bearing feeling when leaning forward, Tang Su expressed his satisfaction. No girl dislikes his lordotic figure.

Tang Su turned around, twisted her waist narcissistically to admire it from the side, it was so full, her joy was rising. It's no wonder that the girls couldn't look away when they were in the dance studio. She wore such slim, sexy, youthful and playful clothes, which really matched her.

At this time, Yan Jingyang's immature voice sounded outside the door, very crisp, "Open the door."

In front of the mirror, there was a sly look in Tang Su's eyes, and she deliberately pretended not to hear.

"Open the door!" the little guy shouted again.

Tang Su was unmoved.

"Open the door! Do you want your phone anymore?" Yan Jingyang said directly without any patience.

Mobile phones are naturally needed!

Tang Su stopped teasing him, walked over and opened the door.

"Run out?"

Yan Jingyang's height is very short. The moment the door opened, his sight immediately saw the pair of straight legs, slender, white and tender.

The tip of the ears on both sides "clicked" and turned red.

Yan Jingyang sullen his face and quickly raised his head. Because of looking up, the first goal of his head was the excessively prominent fullness.

The short chubby squeezed the phone tightly in his hands. He blushed and turned his head away, his grandma's voice was annoyed with annoyance, "Good job, what are you going to change?"

This woman, she didn't dress like this on purpose...

"This is the cheerleader uniform. I'll try to fit it." Tang Su explained, blinking a pair of moist apricot eyes, "What about the phone?"

"Give you back!"

Tang Su took the phone, and she was surprised to find that Yan Jingyang's neck was red and red, and his small ears were erect, so red that he could almost bleed.

This little guy won't see her so pretty, so shy. Thinking this way, she asked inadvertently.

"Can your cheek be thicker!"

With no self-knowledge, how could he be shy!

The heat in Yan Jingyang's ears rose and went up, he opened his **** eyes, glared fiercely at the woman who was smiling like a fairy in front of him, and stomped on the ground with his short legs and walked to the shower room.

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