The Boss Became My Three-year-old Son

In the apartment, in addition to the owner's bedroom, there are two guest rooms.

"Susu, are you really not going to my room to sleep?" Yan Jingyang looked at the slender figure with the sheets over there, and said unwillingly. He wanted Tang Su to sleep in his room, it would be better if they both sleep together.

Even if she doesn't sleep together, it's good to just sleep in his room by herself. Just thinking of him lying on such a tender and charming person on his big icy bed makes her heart unavoidable.

"No, I can sleep here."

She turned around after Tang Su’s laid sheets, and she saw Yan Jingyang, who had finished taking a shower, wore short black hair with damp, crystal clear water across the bridge of his straight nose, and her black silk pajamas opened three times. The buttons, the clavicle deep in the ravine, are faint, with a silent temptation.

With a long figure leaning against the door frame, looking at her scorchingly, Tang Su's heart jumped wildly, "You go blow your hair, here I can fix it myself."

Yan Jingyang curled his lips. He stepped his feet, and underneath his feet were slippers of the same style as Tang Su, strode over to her, "You help me blow my hair, my hand hurts." That voice, that tone, is justified. However, it's also overbearing and rogue.

He lowered his head, and a handsome face with hard brows magnified in front of Tang Su, with his thin lips slightly cocked, as if he was acting like a baby?

Tang Su's gaze fell on his arm wrapped in white gauze, and his heart softened, "Then you sit down."

The sound of the hair dryer rang in his ears, a bit noisy, but Yan Jingyang was full of enjoyment. The girl's fingers are very soft, he always knows, the delicate fingertips go through his hair, and they are very comfortable.

Faintly, he also smelled the sweet fragrance on her.

Yan Jingyang's hair was short, hard, and not soft at all. It resembled his character, cold and thorny.

The room was very quiet, only the sound of a hair dryer, warm and warm.

Yan Jingyang's heart was numb and hot by the girl's soft fingertips.

"Okay, it's blown dry." Tang Su turned off the hair dryer and helped him smooth his messy hair. Normally his hair was meticulously taken care of, but now it was fluffy and messy, except for his childishness when he was younger, it was the first time she saw him so childish.

Yan Jingyang was sitting by the bed, and the girl was standing beside him. Hearing this, he immediately stretched out a hand and hugged her, "Susu, why are you so good?"

"I think it's worth it this time to hurt my hand." He sighed.

Tang Su couldn't laugh or cry, "What silly thing to say."

The girl's belly was incredibly soft, completely different from his firm touch.

Yan Jingyang's chin was gently rubbed against her waist, too rare, "You forgive me this time, I will never be stupid or do stupid things again." Just like this, he was tossed with heart. They are all broken. Every day, I can only look at her from a distance, eagerly, not close, let alone want to talk to her.

Tang Su blinked, and a pair of apricot eyes looked particularly moist and bright under the warm yellow light, "Yeah."

The next day, Tang Su made a lot of breakfast when he got up. She was wearing Yan Jingyang's new long white shirt and a pair of loose trousers. Because the trousers were too long, she rolled up several layers, revealing her thin white ankles, and just fitted them.

When Yan Jingyang came out, what she saw was the slender and busy figure of the girl, wearing his clothes, loose, her skeleton is really small. Obviously he had just the right clothes on her body, almost turned into a skirt. It should be embarrassing, but there is a kind of tempting not to mention it.

Smelling the scent of the hot breakfast, he walked over, rested his big head directly on her shoulders and rubbed it, "Morning." The deep voice was magnetic and lazy.

A man's body has always been hot, and as soon as it was attached, the hot temperature came from her back.

"Morning." Tang Su replied in a gentle and gentle voice, "I have cooked millet porridge and it's almost done. Does your arm still hurt?"

"pain."

Where did Yan Jingyang care about this pain, but he frowned and said, "It's still painful, and I can't move it. It will take a long time to recover."

Tang Su saw his wound yesterday, a mouth as long as the palm of her hand, and the doctor also said that a little deeper will hurt the meridians, so she did not question what Yan Jingyang said.

"Then you listened to what the doctor said during this period of time, don't touch water, don't take heavy things, and don't eat it." Tang Su lowered his eyes, letting the man's head rub against her shoulders. The black and short, hard ends of hair made her cheeks itchy.

Yan Jingyang raised her head suddenly, "Are you leaving?" Didn't she stay in his residence to take care of him?

"My things are not here..."

"I will ask Qin Hao to send it over, or I will accompany you back to pack up my luggage, or, you and I will go back to the villa to live there, whatever you want, anyway, you don't want to leave me again." After agreeing to reconcile, how could he let her stay away from him again?

Don't even think about it!

Around the waist, the man's arms tightened, and the magnificent chest was close to her back, like a big heating stove, Tang Su moved unnaturally and personally, but heard Yan Jingyang's back suddenly "hiss!" Inhaled air-conditioning.

"You want my life?" His body has always been honest with Tang Su, and now he has been so touched by his soft posture, how can he stand it?

Tang Su is not an idiot. How can she not feel such obvious changes in a man?

"You let me go first." Tang Su's ear tips were red enough to bleed.

"Not leaving?" Yan Jingyang pressed his voice and asked.

Tang Su bit her lip, "I'll go back and pack some clothes, you...you let me go first?" It was so obvious that she was embarrassed to death.

"be good."

The arms resting on the thin waist became more and more tightened, as hard as iron, and the muscles on them bulged, making Tang Su unable to break away even with one-handed hug.

"Let's release it later." Yan Jingyang leaned close to her ear, coaxing lightly: "You haven't given me a good morning kiss."

Early in the morning, it is normal for a man to have a reaction. He liked her in the first place, and she still provokes him. No, she didn’t provoke, she was just being held by him, and he couldn't help it.

"Then you let me go first, I'm still cooking breakfast..." Tang Suying's white face was flushed.

However, in the next second, her small and exquisite chin was roughened by the man, held by the warm fingers, and turned back to him.

He was against the cabinet in front of him, and behind him was a strong and tight chest.

Tang Su's breathing was unstable, and she was forced to side her thin white neck, her lips hurting from being sucked.

Did he ask for a good morning kiss like this?

Her waist was painful when her arm was buckled, and her face was hot and hot, full of the hot breath of a man.

The movement of her being forced to tilt her head was very tired. However, she felt that Yan Jingyang should be very enjoyable and refreshing. Otherwise, his eyes would not be bright as if he was about to swallow her, and his body would be trembling and strained. Hold tight, wishing to stick to her and not let go.

I don't know how long it took, the porridge was cooked, and the scent of glutinous rice continued to spread, and the whole kitchen was elegantly filled.

Tang Su's eyes seemed to be soaked in water and wet. She glared at Yan Jingyang in annoyance, "You can't kiss anymore."

The man clearly had a tall waist, a long height, and a hard, ascetic face, but his behavior was completely opposite. Every time she kissed her, she was endlessly fierce, it was... it was scared to her heart trembling.

Yan Jingyang laughed lowly, hoarse and sweet, his slender fingers were placed on the girl's lips, and his fingertips were gently rubbed, as if to wipe off his saliva from his lips.

After eating breakfast, Yan Jingyang had something to be busy with and needed to go back to the company. Knowing that Tang Su had no class today, he just took people with him.

"Why are you taking me back to the company?"

"Susu, my hand hurts." Yan Jingyang's bandaged arm was placed under Tang Su's eyelids intentionally or unconsciously. "I don't know why the hand hurts so badly now. Maybe I can't hold the pen anymore. It’s just a useless person, without you."

"Don't talk nonsense." Tang Su gave him an angry look. Why is this person so shameless? When he was hugging her waist just now, he didn't hear him snorting with such force.

"I'll accompany you to the company." She is not the kind of unknowingly witty person. Her boyfriend wants her to be with her because she likes her performance, and she is happy.

In Shengjing Building, Song Xinyan stepped on the time to arrive at the lobby. She was about to quickly enter the elevator when she happened to ran into Yan Jingyang. He was wearing a navy blue straight suit today, and his crisp waistline made him more handsome.

Song Xinyan paused, letting the elevator door close.

"Yan..." She was about to open her mouth to say hello, the smile on her lips just bloomed, her eyes accidentally caught a slender figure that suddenly appeared, and her pupils shrank instantly.

Tang Su?

Why did she come to Shengjing Group?

Yan Jingyang, who had always looked cold, stretched out his hand and shook Tang Su's directly. The girl made a profit as if unwillingly, "This is your company. It is not good to be seen by your employees." In, he doesn't seem to like intimate behavior in the office.

The slender fingers tightened, and Yan Jingyang squeezed the soft little hand in his palm, "It's nothing wrong." He wanted to declare to everyone that she was his, and he didn't want to hide it at all.

Tang Su saw that he really didn't mind, so he let him lead.

As if feeling something, she raised her head and saw Song Xinyan, who was standing in front of the elevator, staring straight at her. The other party didn't know what she was thinking. Tang Su was taken aback for a moment, and then remembered that Song Xinyan worked in Yan Jingyang's company. She still remembered that Song Xinyan entangled Yan Jingyang with a smile at the banquet held by Shengjing Group.

Song Xinyan obviously liked Yan Jingyang.

Tang Su turned his head and looked at Yan Jingyang, the expression on the man's face remained unchanged. So, is Song Xinyan wishful thinking now?

"Mr. Yan, morning." Song Xinyan quickly adjusted the expression on her face. She wore a thin layer of makeup today, making her look more beautiful. "Miss Tang, early."

Yan Jingyang did not hum, he pressed the elevator, and then walked in with Tang Su, completely ignoring her.

The smile on Song Xinyan's face was somewhat solidified, leaving her alone, full of embarrassment.

The elevator doors closed gradually.

In the elevator, Tang Su couldn't help but stretched out a finger, she poked the man's thin waist gently, "She likes you, what do you think." She asked straightforwardly without any ambiguity. Tao.

Yan Jingyang is not stupid. The woman Song Xinyan approached him for excuses several times. How could he not know the intention of the other party, but he didn't pay attention to it. There were so many women who wanted to approach him. .

However, until he found out that the woman Song Xinyan asked him to take photos of him entering and leaving Tang Su's residence, including Qin Hao's photos, what did she mean? Follow him, or investigate Tang Su?

At this moment, watching the girl pursing her lips quietly, Shui Lingling's black eyes looked at him, Yan Jingyang's fingertips were itchy, and he squeezed her white and tender face, "Are you jealous?"

He curled his lips and held her finger, "What do I think? You don't know? I only have thoughts about you, other women have nothing to do with me. Leave her alone, stay away from her, I will let Qin Hao Dealt with."

As long as he thought that such a person hiding in the dark might threaten Tang Su, he could not tolerate it.

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