The little rascal, Zizai, stretched out his chubby little hand and tugged at Young Master Yan's face, "Yeah, I bought it on Taobao..."
If it were anyone else, Young Master Yan would definitely glare at him and yell, "Who goes there, spouting nonsense like an idiot?!"
But this person was his own son, so Yan Shao could only glare at him, lower his head, and tap the little guy's full forehead with his own.
"If you can wear it, why can't I?"
Zhu Qianying and Zizai exchanged another glance. Zizai's chubby little hands were still pulling at his face, his forehead pressed against his, his eyes looking deeply into his. "Really?"
Young Master Yan nodded, "Really!"
Zhu Qianying joined in the mischief, tugging at his ear, "As expected?"
Young Master Yan was both annoyed and amused, glancing at his wife, "Just as I expected!"
Suddenly, Zhu Qianying and Zizai gave each other a loud high five.
"Mommy, see? I told you Daddy wouldn't mind!"
Zhu Qianying shrugged and spread her hands, "Alright, this meal is on me!"
Yan Shao vaguely felt that he had been set up. He raised his head, looked down at his son, and said, "Son, speak!"
Zizai wrapped his arms around his neck, buried his face in his shoulder, and giggled. Yan Shao was puzzled by the laughter, but he was in a great mood, so he didn't mind waiting for the little guy to finish laughing before saying anything.
The little guy laughed for a while before looking up and saying, "Daddy, we bought some for you! But Mommy said you'd think it was silly, so you wouldn't wear them!"
Young Master Yan knew he had been tricked, but he wasn't angry. He let go of Zhu Qianying, picked up his son, and walked towards the dressing room.
"Son, tell Daddy, where did you put the clothes?"
Standing behind, Zhu Qianying, seemingly eager to stir up trouble, shouted loudly, "Uncle Yan, with your burly physique, are you sure you can pull off a tank top? If you wear it out on the street, people will say you're trying to look young!"
Yan Shao didn't care about her. At this moment, he didn't really like overalls, but rather he was blinded by his wife and son's matching outfits. He was an indispensable member of the family of three, so why should he be excluded?
A few minutes later, Yan Shao, who had been dressed casually, looked like a completely different person.
He not only wore a white T-shirt and overalls, but also a baseball cap, which was quite different from his usual style, leaving Zhu Qianying dumbfounded.
What's most outrageous is that, despite wearing this tank top, Young Master Yan doesn't look like he's trying to appear younger than he is; he looks like a young man in his early twenties.
As for why she had this illusion, Zhu Qianying attributed it to Young Master Yan's hip-hop style baseball cap and the fact that only one button of his suspenders was fastened, while the other side hung down casually. It looked casual, but in fact, it drew all the attention to his striking figure and long arms.
"What, so cool?" Young Master Yan whistled loudly at Zhu Qianying with a smug look on his face.
Zhu Qianying nodded listlessly, "Indeed, very handsome!"
Yan Shao originally had one hand in the side pocket of his jeans, while the other hand was behind his back.
Seeing Zhu Qianying's reaction, he realized that his judgment was not bad. So, as if by magic, he took out two baseball caps from behind his back, one to cover Zhu Qianying's head and the other to cover his son's head.
After covering him up, I bent down and unbuttoned one side of the suspenders for the little guy, and the top of his pants hung down casually.
And you know what? This transformation instantly turned the little guy from a handsome chubby boy into a roguish chubby boy.
Of course, the little guy never admits that he is a chubby boy.
Zhu Qianying crossed her arms and scrutinized the father and son in front of her. "Hmm, not bad!"
After helping his son unbutton his pants, Young Master Yan straightened up, took a step in front of her, and deftly unbuttoned one side of her pants with a flick of his long fingers.
"Yes, this is what you call matching family outfits!" Young Master Yan scrutinized her for several seconds, then looked back at the little guy looking up at them with his head tilted up, and nodded in satisfaction.
After he finished speaking, he beckoned to the little guy with his finger, and the little guy obediently walked over and automatically put his little hand into his big palm.
"Are we going out to eat, or to go shopping and take street photos?"
After being reminded by her, Yan Shao asked the maid to take a few family photos of the family when he walked out of the living room.
Zhu Qianying looked at the photos on her phone, itching to post them on Weibo, but she remembered that the three of them were currently on vacation in the United States.
After taking the family photo, Yan Dashao took several mother-son photos and solo photos of his son and wife. Of course, there were also father-son photos of him and his son, a couple photo of him and Zhu Qianying, and a handsome, youthful photo of himself.
Sitting in the car, the family of three huddled together, admiring the photos they had just taken. Yan Shao liked them more and more as he looked at them. "Next time, let's go do some street photography!"
"Great!" Zhu Qianying and Zizai raised their hands in unison.
Before, Yan Shao didn't like taking selfies. The photos in his album from his teenage years showed him looking cool and like someone who owed a lot of money.
After he became an adult, he probably took more interview photos than personal photos.
After Zizai and Zhu Qianying returned, they would occasionally take a few photos of him when he wasn't looking. He didn't have any particular feelings about those photos, but at this moment, he suddenly had an idea to capture all the beautiful moments that followed with his camera.
That way, when he and Zhu Qianying reach old age, even if their minds are no longer sharp, they can still find all the beautiful moments that once belonged to their family of three in these photos.
The place to eat wasn't far; it was the seafood restaurant that Bai Xiaolu and I had visited once before.
The manager already knew Young Master Yan, but the Young Master Yan he had seen was either dressed in a suit and tie like a domineering CEO, or dressed casually with the air of a mature and aristocratic gentleman.
The manager had never seen such a sunny and youthful-looking young master as Yan.
It was only after Young Master Yan greeted him first that he realized what was happening. "Oh, Young Master Yan, Mrs. Yan, Young Master, are we filming a commercial?"
Saying it's an advertisement shoot is basically just praising how handsome the man is and how cute the woman is.
"What nonsense are you talking about? We're shooting an advertisement? Who can afford to hire us?"
Although Yan Shao had changed his attire, his inherent arrogance remained unchanged. Of course, what he said was absolutely correct.
The manager chuckled, "Yes, apart from the Yanhuang Group, I'm afraid no one else can afford to hire them!"
Little did anyone know, the young master, whose little hand was being held by his parents, suddenly pulled his hand out of Yan Shao's grasp, raised it high, and said in a clear, smug voice, "I can afford it!"
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