[N]The Boss Became My Three-year-old Son {End}

Chapter 20

Setelah beberapa saat.

Kaki-kaki kecil yang mencuat dari bawah selimut itu bergerak, dan jari-jari kecil yang merah muda dan lembut itu bergerak tanpa sadar.

Sepasang mata dewa terbuka, dan mata bulat ditutupi dengan lapisan kantuk. Yan Jingyang berbalik dan berbaring. Dia samar-samar menyaksikan cahaya kekerasan yang masuk dari jendela dan langit biru yang tak berujung, kesadarannya secara bertahap kembali ke kandang.

Ingat, dia meninggalkan kediaman Tang Su tadi malam dan tubuhnya pulih.

Dia tidak pernah perlu bersama wanita jahat itu lagi.

Yan Jingyang lay down, and put his hand on his forehead unconsciously, trying to cover the dazzling light. However, in the next moment, his whole figure seemed to be frozen, and his big pure black eyes were filled with incredible colors.

His hand slowly lifted from his forehead, and he spread his five fingers apart.

In the sun, the five little fingers are naive, white and tender, short and chubby, clenched into small fists, without any strength.

Yan Jingyang closed his eyes vigorously and opened them again.

The hand remained the same, it was still a small one.

Unbelievably, Yan Jingyang suddenly sat up from the bed. He lifted the gray sheet, his long and strong legs turned into a child's short radish legs, and his broad and strong chest and firm abdomen were now white, tender and soft. .

The clothes he wore last night lay loosely on his small body at the moment, alive a little kid who stole the clothes of an adult.

Yan Jingyang couldn't believe it, he had changed back to the state of a child!

How can it be! He obviously recovered last night, it was not a dream.

At this time, Yan Jingyang's little bun face did not almost collapse!

At the villa, Tang Su got up early. Because Yan Jingyang has left, she can finally dance in the dance studio as she wants. The music no longer needs to be secretly turned down, worrying about making the little guy sleep.

After an incisive dance, Tang Su stood in front of the mirror with a slight breath and relaxed her legs, letting her tight muscles gradually relax, and she watched her face happily.

Di cermin, wajah putih gadis itu agak merah jambu pucat, dan beberapa helai rambut lucu menempel di satu sisi wajahnya, mata hitamnya sepertinya telah dicuci oleh hujan musim semi di bulan Maret, dan dia sangat cantik. Dan postur Miao Man, belum lagi, tidak bisa terlalu sempurna.

Tiba-tiba, telepon berdering di bangku kecil.

Itu adalah panggilan yang aneh.

Begitu telepon tersambung, terdengar suara laki-laki yang lembut di ujung telepon: "Selamat pagi, Tang Su."

"Anda adalah ... Tuan He?" Tang Su sedikit tidak yakin.

"Yah, ini aku. Bukankah kamu bilang itu dilakukan tadi malam, kamu bisa memanggilku Yuning." Tawa rendah He Yuning datang dari ujung telepon yang lain.