The Boss Became My Three-year-old Son

Many people come down to pick up their cars during get off work hours. The parking lot is not too quiet, but there is no heating around it, making it extremely cold.

Song Xinyan's fingertips were trembling with the cold, and as soon as she spoke her words, her heart became tense and her breathing increased.

"I know what's going on in the next ten years, Mr. Yan, you know what it means." She looked at Yan Jingyang's stubborn and handsome face, and she was both admired, annoyed, and annoyed that the other party would walk with Tang Su in this life. Together? Obviously, Yan Jingyang was single in his entire life.

Yan Jingyang raised his head slightly and looked at the woman who was lying on his car door. His thin lips were slightly mocking, "Do you know about the next ten years?"

"Yes." Song Xinyan saw Yan Jingyang speak, is she believing her? An awful smile appeared on her pure and pale face.

"Then do you know what you will become in ten years or so?" The man's low voice sounded in the parking lot, with indescribable coldness.

"Ok?"

Song Xinyan didn't understand what he meant. She only knew how she ended up in her previous life, but in this life, ten years later, she doesn't know what will happen to her. However, it will definitely not repeat the same mistakes of the previous life, and it will always be brighter than the previous life.

If she can make the man in front of her like her, her life will be completely counterattack.

"Don't you say that you know what will happen in the next ten years? Why, you don't even know what your own will become?" Yan Jingyang's thin lips became more sarcasm, "Do you need me to tell you? If you continue To bother me, I promise you will have nothing."

The man stared directly at her with pitch-black and cold eyes, as if she could see the depths of her heart. Song Xinyan was taken aback, as if she had been seen through by Yan Jingyang, her body was chilly, and the air-conditioning kept surging upwards.

"roll."

Song Xinyan was taken aback by the dark and sharp gaze, her hand lying on the door of the car released instantly, and she took two steps backwards.

Yan Jingyang closed the door and started the car.

"You and Tang Su will not be together in the future..."

Song Xinyan seemed unwilling to give up and shouted to the driving car. She didn't come back to her senses until she faced the terribly quiet parking lot. Yan Jingyang didn't believe her words, and even Yan Jingyang seemed to see through her.

Standing still, Song Xinyan's face was pale and ugly.

She thought that when she came back from rebirth, God would favor her. She was different from other women. Just looking for a chance to get close to Yan Jingyang, this man who could only be looked up to before would find her unique and attracted by her.

However, not knowing what went wrong, Yan Jingyang actually liked a woman like Tang Su, but turned a blind eye to her, and now warned her not to play tricks, otherwise she would end up with nothing?

Heh, Song Xinyan didn't have to do it. Since he was blind, she didn't have to spend her life on Yan Jingyang. She will surely shine again after a lifetime.

After thinking for a while, Song Xinyan thought about the vampires in the family again. She almost broke her teeth, rubbed her frozen hands, and walked slowly away from the parking lot.

In the car, Yan Jingyang's dark eyes were covered with ice scum. Of course, he heard the words Song Xinyan just yelled, only when she was mad.

He will always, always be with Tang Su.

......

On this weekend, Tang Su accompanied Yan Jingyang to the hospital for a change of medicine.

The opening longer than the palm of the hand looked distressing. When Tang Su heard the doctor say that Yan Jingyang's wound was deeper, even if he was healed, it would still leave scars.

Yan Jingyang didn't care. The scar on the man's body was nothing at all, let alone the scar for her.

He leaned over and pulled the seat belt to help Tang Su buckle it.

The winter sun spilled into the car, it was a bit warm, the girl's skin was white and translucent, and a few strands of hair hung on the side of her cheeks, making her face softer and smoother. Yan Jingyang's slender fingertips tucked the broken hair behind her ears, his heart softened. "Love me?"

The black crow-colored eyelashes trembled slightly. Tang Su was a bit shy, but extremely honest, "Well, I love you." She looked at him, "Next time you are in danger, don't be impulsive like this again. Take care of your own safety, okay?"

In order to save her twice, he put himself in danger. He said that he liked her because of his life.

Yan Jingyang looked at the girl’s apricot eyes soft and squishy, ​​and he curled his lips, "Okay, I will listen to you." That's strange. If there is another time, he will still rush at her desperately, don't follow him. She said something to protect herself first. If she was injured, it would be better to stab him with a knife.

Promise her, just to coax her.

Hearing the man's answer, Tang Su lifted her lips, her dark and wet eyes were full of smiles. She leaned forward actively and kissed the man's face, "Reward."

The girl's lips were soft, with the sweetness of a girl, and Yan Jingyang's heart suddenly beat.

He was terribly disappointed, and his body became screaming and excited just by being kissed on the face.

The black car galloped on the road, fast and steady.

"This is not the way back to the apartment, where are we going?" Tang Su looked at the unfamiliar scenery outside the car window, and she reacted.

"Take you to my house." Yan Jingyang turned the steering wheel, his thin lips slightly hooked.

"your home?"

When the car drove into a luxurious quaint and solemn old mansion, Tang Su knew what Yan Jingyang was talking about. His home originally referred to the Yan family's mansion. For no reason, she was a little nervous.

"There are only housekeepers and some older servants at home. You don't need to be nervous." Yan Jingyang stopped the car, turned around, and saw Tang Su's tight little face, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

"I brought you here to let you know where I grew up, and also to let you know in advance where you will live in the future." Later she married her and became the mistress of this house.

Tang Su understood Yan Jingyang's meaning at once. She blushed and looked at him, "Who will live here in the future?"

"The house is a bit old, and the surroundings are relatively old. If you don't like it, I can let someone renovate it. Or, if you don't like to live here, I will choose another place." As long as she lives comfortably.

"No need to decorate." Tang Su bit his lip in annoyance, "It's great here."

Simple and melodious, quiet and far-reaching. The quietness in the downtown area, only the old house of the Yan family has such conditions.

Hearing this, Yan Jingyang's eyes were very bright, and he helped Tang Su unfasten his seat belt, "Come on, I'll take you in."

After getting out of the car, Tang Su followed Yan Jingyang's side, and the man's big hand spontaneously took her hand. Compared to her coldness, his palm felt hot and hot.

Compared with the Tang family, which is luxurious like a palace, the Yan family's mansion has a kind of low-key and introverted, but there is a kind of unspeakable austere style.

Soon, Tang Su came to the garden. Because it was winter, I didn't see any flowers, but there were many green potted plants. The winter sun shines on it, and it looks very energetic.

When entering the room, a middle-aged woman greeted him with excitement, "Master, you are back." Since he drove Dong Lianyun out of Yan's house before, Yan Jingyang has rarely returned.

"Well, Aunt Yun, let me introduce to you. This is my girlfriend, Tang Su." Yan Jingyang always respects this old man who has watched him grow up. "Susu, this is Aunt Yun. I have been working at home for more than 20 years."

"Auntie Yun, hello." Tang Su said hello immediately, with a smile on his face.

"Hello, Miss Tang, what kind of tea do you like to drink, I'll go and prepare it for you." It was the first time Sister Yun saw Yan Jingyang bring a girl back to Yan's house. To be disrespectful, the young master grew up when she was a child. She regarded him as a half son. Now that he has a girlfriend, she is not too happy to mention it.

The girl in front of her was white and pure, with delicate and aura, she looked like a fairy. They all say that they are born from the heart. With such clear eyes, you can tell that they are a good-natured girl. Even if the old man doesn't have much knowledge and culture, Sister Yun thinks that she has a good perspective on people.

"I can do it, please trouble you, Aunt Yun."

"No trouble, no trouble."

Sister Yun waved her hand quickly, what this little thing was. Seeing that the young master has a girlfriend, her mood now is happier and sweeter than eating candy. She knows the young master's character. She hasn't talked since she was a child, and the children of other people will be noisy. When he is acting like a baby, he reads by himself quietly and doesn't like to be close to anyone.

As he grows up, his temper is getting colder and colder. Especially in his youth, other people's families are worried about their children's premature love and trouble, but their young masters are not. Not to mention the premature love, even the female classmates did not bring back one. Later, after he took over the old man's company, the young master's temper was even more terrifying, and she was really worried that the young master would be so lonely and cold all his life.

Now that he sees a girl he likes, I really bless him.

Aunt Yun was excited and eager to pour tea.

Yan Jingyang curled his lips, and he took Tang Su directly upstairs, "Go and see my room."

Don't know if it was the reason for returning to his home. Tang Su felt that Yan Jingyang was in a good mood. His cold face was clearly the appearance of an adult, but he felt a little bit more youthful and vigorous.

Upon entering the room, Tang Su thought the style inside would be as cold as ever.

However, it is not the same as in her. In the room, long white wool blankets covered the floor. Next to the wide floor-to-ceiling windows, there was a semicircular beige sofa with two dark blue cloth flower pillows. Not far away, on the long log-colored table, there is a beautiful crystal table lamp, which is kind of delicate.

The most conspicuous one is placed in the middle, a large bed covered with light gray woolen sheets.

The style of the whole room is lazy and elegant.

"Susu, come and sit here."

Yan Jingyang took off his shoes and sat on the semicircular sofa. It was not so much a sofa as it was a small bed. It would be no problem for a man to put his long legs on it.

Tang Su sat on the side of the sofa, trying to follow him to take off his shoes and sit on it. As soon as he stretched out her hand, her ankle was held by the man's big hand.

"Let me take it off for you."

"I can..." Before she could finish her words, the zipper on the boots had been opened Yan Jingyang.

Unlike him wearing pure black socks, the girl's white socks printed with light pink flowers, her feet are very small, placed next to his big feet, looking very cute and delicate.

Unable to help, Yan Jingyang squeezed her foot.

There was heat on Tang Su's face instantly, and he was flushed. He helped her take off her shoes and pinched her feet. Isn't it dirty?

She wanted to take off the other shoe by herself, "I take it off myself."

Yan Jingyang looked at her panicked and embarrassed, and smiled, "What are you shy, I don't dislike you." Then he took off her other shoe.

Even if he hasn't come back for a long time, but the room is cleaned every day, and the sofa is not worried about being covered with dust.

Yan Jingyang leaned on the sofa, and he asked Tang Su to lean against him side by side, with his legs straight, close to each other and put them together.

"Do you want to see photos of me when I was a kid?" he asked.

"When you were a kid..." Tang Su remembered that when he was only three years old before, a whole stinky dead child, dragged, with a bad attitude, often made her hate it, wanting Pinch him.

"I have pictures of you when you were a kid." Tang Su pursed his lips and smiled, watching him grow up slowly from the age of three, as if he had participated in the first half of his life. "But I want to see how you really looked when you were a kid."

Yan Jingyang's feet landed on the white wool carpet, he walked to a cabinet, bent over and took out a thick photo album from it.

When he returned to the sofa, his injured hand naturally hugged the girl's waist, the other hand placed the album on his lap, and opened the album.

Tang Su's head leaned over. On the first page are two photos of Yan Jingyang when he was a child. About Momo is smaller than when he was three years old. Standing in the garden of Yan's family, he has a round belly, white and tender. There was no smile on his face, his **** eyes looked forward dumbly, cute enough to make people pinch his fleshy face.

"I found out. I still like the way you were when you were a kid."

The girl raised her head, her shiny black eyes looked at him, moist, like they were covered with broken stars. Yan Jingyang hooked her lips: "Why, don't you like me now?"

"You weren't as cute as you were when you were a kid." Tang Su said honestly, then looked down.

The second page is all photos of Yan Jingyang when he was three years old. Some are sitting in a small car, some are sitting in a small chair and reading a book, and some are celebrating their birthday with a crown on their fleshy faces. There is no smile, but he is not as cold as he was when he was younger. In the photo, he has a kind of natural cuteness, so cute.

I really want to hug, I really want to pinch.

Seeing behind, when he was ten years old, he was wearing a small shirt, holding a book seriously, or standing on the stage, holding a trophy, wearing a small jersey, standing under the basketball hoop... .. A large album, full of his photos, almost recorded his entire growth process.

"Who took so many photos for you?" The photos all revealed his feelings for Yan Jingyang, and Tang Su faintly guessed who it was.

"My mother." Yan Jingyang replied in a low voice, stroking the girl's soft hair hanging behind her back.

In fact, it can be seen that the photos are full of mother's love for children.

The photo above was only when Yan Jingyang was ten years old. There were still many pages at the back of the album. Tang Su knew that Yan Jingyang's mother had died young.

After a while, Tang Su bit his lip and said shyly: "I will also take pictures for my child in the future."

Yan Jingyang was soft-hearted and funny. He kissed the corner of her lips, "No, I'll help you and your child."

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