House Dad’s Literary Life

At the weekend, Yang Lan’s custom-made table tennis table was finally delivered. Several workers’ masters were busy installing behind the awnings behind the house and next to the pool. Yan and Lanxin are especially excited. They walked and watched, and the body twisted and twisted, always giving them a feeling that they are also working, and they seem to be more engaged than the masters of the workers. .

"Hey, come over." Yang Lan pushed the door open and summoned it.

The little girl turned her head and looked at her father curiously, confirming that Dad was actually calling herself. Then she walked with her legs and flew like the wind.

"Hey!" 曦曦 Today is also full of energy, the big eyes like black gems shine with excitement, clear and crisply shouted.

Yang Lan bent down and handed the tray in his hand to the cockroach. He smiled and said: "These, you go over and give the workers a drink, then tell them: Uncle, thank you, you have worked hard!"

Rubbing his eyes, reaching out and picking it up, he said: "Oh, hey, I know!"

Of course, how can you leave Lanxin? She carefully carried the tray and walked back slowly, and her mouth greeted Lan Xin. Lan Xin rushed over, and the probe looked at the few glasses of watermelon juice in a disposable paper cup.

Yang Lan stood at the back door and could hear the conversation of the two little girls.

"Wow! Hey, there is watermelon juice to drink!" Lan Xin exclaimed excitedly. "The weather is so hot, I really want to drink watermelon juice!"

"No, no, this is not for you!" He said quickly, "This is for the uncle of the workers!"

"Ah?" Lan Xin scratched her head with regret. However, although she was disappointed, she said on her own initiative. "That, then, I will help you with the uncle of the workers, then we will drink watermelon again. Juice, there must be!"

Lan Xin is not just talking about it, she also helped pick up two glasses of watermelon juice, which relieved a lot of burden.

"Hey, how do you know there?" He looked at Lan Xin's movements carefully while holding the tray, and he smiled and smiled.

"Because the big watermelon can do a lot of watermelon juice! If there is no watermelon juice, we can also eat watermelon!" Lan Xin, a pair of people can not stand my proud expression.

The two little girls took the watermelon juice to the uncles of the workers, and naturally got the praises of the workers’ uncles:

"You are very kind!"

"Beautiful and sensible!"

"Good boy, thank you!"

"Don't thank you!" Both Yan and Lanxin were exaggerated to be embarrassed. They responded shyly and turned and ran away, leaving only a giggling laugh.

Lan Xin wants to eat watermelon. He also feels so hot outside. It is very comfortable to eat watermelon. Yang Lan brings two little girls into the house and cuts watermelon for them.

At this time, Murphy hurried out of the living room, chasing out from the main entrance, she looked back at Yang Hao, and smiled sullenly: "Your son took the green onions!"

Green onions?

Yang Lan looked at the window of the eclipse in a strange way. As a result, I found that the green onion that Murphy said is not a symbol, but a real green onion!

I saw a small warrior in the courtyard of the villa. There was a small warrior, a green onion, a green leaf pointing diagonally, and the roots slamming on the ground. This posture is awkward, and there is a world of battles. The knife's momentum!

Of course, if the little guy is not wearing pants, only wrapped in a thick diaper, it is even more handsome!

"This is my son! I will play with him later!" Yang Lan saw this situation, and he was happy and said with a smile.

What to play?

Murphy flew him with a white eye, unable to answer the words, and quickly chased out. There is nothing to play with green onions, but don't wear pants to walk around! Although there are diapers that can cover the shameful place, Xiaoyan’s white and short legs are still gone!

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Table tennis table assembly is not difficult, but this brand is relatively solid. After they have installed the table tennis table, they also tested various instruments to confirm the accuracy of the table height, the level of the plane, the stability of the net, and so on. Delivered to the customer with confidence.

After sending away the workers' masters, Yan and Lanxin couldn't wait to take the table tennis bats that Yang Hao had bought before, and played at the table.

"Xiner, I told you that our table tennis bat can be used, you see, super-bomb!" He showed Lanxin, she threw the ball gently, then used the table tennis to beat At a time, the table tennis suddenly flew high.

In fact, it is not so exaggerated. The goodness of the table tennis bat at home is only reflected in the frictional force of its layer of glue, but I still don’t know how to cut the ball, so she just thinks that this table tennis bat feels soft and softer than the school. There are a lot of table tennis rackets, and there is such a preconceived concept.

"Wow!" Lan Xin also exclaimed with a good match.

The two little girls chatted happily as you came to me to play with the ball.

This time, Lan Xin also found a different: "Hey, have you found out that this table is very good! You see my table tennis, hehe..."

Although there is Lanxin's own voice, but the actual table tennis hit the ball table, the sound of the crisp sound, it is indeed very sweet!

"Really! Listen!" He also giggled.

The little sister who had just been caught by her mother to go upstairs and put on her trousers also came out from the back door of the villa and came to the back courtyard. The little guy saw that the sisters were so busy, their eyes lit up, and they ran away.

If other sports want to mix and play, Yang Lan does not care very much, but now they are playing table tennis, this waving racket still has a certain ability to kill.

So when Yang Hao saw it, he quickly reached out and pulled Xiaoxiao.

"What are you doing? Going to play with your sister?" Yang Lan came down and took the little guy over. He smiled and reached out and hooked his little face with a baby fat. "What about your green onions?"

Xiao Yan was very happy with his father, opened his mouth and giggled: "Big worm, big worm. Ma Ma..."

He pointed to the back and said that the green onions were taken by the mother.

"Go, let's get it back, Dad will teach you to fight, okay?" Yang Lan deliberately simulated the blade with his hand and made a slap in the face. Of course, he played very well and looked very exciting.

"Ah haha! Hey!" Xiao Yan saw his eyes round, and he was shocked and happy with a small mouth and a big smile. The little hand was still very strong.

So, Murphy washed the clothes of Xiaoyan and went back to the backyard, only to find that Yang Lan, like a big child, waved the green onions and made a group with his son.

"Hey, hey!" Xiao Yan will only parry, but he has a good time and laughs with his eyes gone.