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

Chapter 123

Tang Su berdiri di tangga, memperhatikan putranya jauh, terengah-engah, dua kaki pendek, jatuh jauh di belakang Yan Jingyang, postur lari yang canggung, imut dan imut itu meledak.

"ibu!"

Di sana, Xiao Nian Gao melihat ibunya muncul, dia terkejut, tubuhnya tegak, dan dia bergegas lebih cepat seperti harimau, dan berlari ke arah Tang Su.

Di depan, Yan Jingyang, yang telah berlari beberapa putaran, mendengar suara putranya. Dia menoleh dan melihat Tang Su. Tanpa sadar, bibirnya melengkung.

Di bawah sinar matahari keemasan, menyaksikan dua orang yang terlihat sangat mirip, satu besar dan satu kecil, berlari ke arahnya, Tang Su tiba-tiba merasakan kehangatan di hatinya, dan aliran kebahagiaan melonjak.

"Why did you get up so early?" With long legs, Yan Jingyang came to Tang Su's side in a blink of an eye, and naturally hugged the person into his arms.

Tang Su wore a light green skirt. The silk fabric was smooth and soft, which made her complexion clean and beautiful. The hair is loosely rolled up, the overlapping neckline has a bit of ancient charm, and the lines of the neck are slender and graceful. The waistband of bright yarn is gently put on the waist, the skirt is elegant, and the whole person looks peaceful and peaceful. There is a quiet beauty.

Even if her son is about to be three years old, but she has been pampered to become more delicate and bright, with a strong girlish breath.

Yan Jingyang rubbed her cheek rare.

"You are all sweaty and smelly."

Tang Su struggled, reaching out and pushing him. The men's clothes were all wet with sweat. They were wet and sticky, not really smelly, but after exercise, the man's body was heavier than usual.

"Sick me?"

Yan Jingyang was very bad and didn't mean to let people go. Instead, he deliberately rubbed her cheek with her cheek, and the sweat on her side also touched Tang Su's face, "This is masculine, understand?" If he is a stinky hard stone, then she is a delicate branch of tender flowers, just wanting to be crushed and crushed.

Woo!

Damn it!

If it weren't for her son not far away, she would want to scratch the scoundrel.

After a while, Xiao Nian Gao finally ran to his mother's side. He hugged Tang Su's leg, and said coquettishly, "Mom, I want to hug the nian gao too. I am tired. I want to hug... ..."

Tang Su bowed his head and looked at his son. His small white face looked like Yan Jingyang, and his **** jewel eyes looked at her eagerly, like a little deer, making people feel soft. She pushed Yan Jingyang away and was about to reach out to hug her son.

"Yan Yinian!" Yan Jingyang sternly called the name of the little nian gao, "you are not allowed to hug you when you grow up."

In front of Tang Su, Yan Jingyang could not see that his son was tired of Tang Su, sticking to Tang Su, especially when he saw that Tang Su was holding and kissing his son, directly drying him, ignoring him, Yan Jingyang's jealousy was almost sour. Flooded the whole room.

At this moment, when he saw his son acting coquettishly at Tang Su and begging for a hug, he directly pulled the collar of the little rice cake, picked up the person and put him aside, "Stop a little, stand still, and send you to kindergarten in a while."