House Dad’s Literary Life

"I really have a lot of money!" Yang Yu explained with a sneak peek at Murphy's source of income, and then reluctantly let Murphy recognize his rich concept.

However, Murphy is still a bit worried: "Yang Hao, the entertainment circle may not be the same as you think, it is not a cost to solve, just like I am out of the album, we need to collect songs, but also invite producers, do promotion Wait, the most important first one needs the company's resource support, not every time there is a songwriter like Mu Ziang who helps me write a full album of songs!"

"It doesn't matter, you believe me, Muzi will write songs for you next time!" Yang Xiao smiled, his right hand fingers juxtaposed, cut down, and said half-jokingly, "I took a kitchen knife rack at On his neck, see if he is willing or not."

"The net talks!" Murphy couldn't help but smile, shouting. "You are so stunned, don't say Muzi, no one will write songs for me in the future!"

"Just kidding!" Yang Lan took a shot of Murphy's hand and laughed. "No matter whether it is a song or a studio problem, you don't have to worry about it. I have a way to help you solve it."

Even the most troublesome issue of the issue of the album, Yang Lan actually has a way. He has a very good relationship with the Tianxiang record company in Hong Kong. It is a big deal. Write two songs to Chen Yujie and sell some people. They will not help.

"Everything has me!" Yang said softly.

Murphy’s heart was warm, although her reason told her that Yang Lan’s guy who had nothing to do with the entertainment industry said that this was just a manifestation of big manism, but the sensibility still touched her emotions.

There is a kind of impulse like a spring weed in the wild, and Murphy's eyes are a little red, and the eye-catching eyes seem to be flowing, and the hands of Yang Lan are warm and humid.

Yang Lan has already understood the depth of Murphy. How can her emotional performance not be seen? If there is no daughter on the side, I am afraid that this table will only need one arm to sweep the pot and spoon, and it will become their hot battlefield...

However, the existence of jealousy has turned all these crazy ideas into bubbles. The little girl appeared very timely and interrupted the mood that Mom and Dad had just brewed.

"Hey, hey! Little ash and cockroaches, they, they are stinky on the balcony!" The little girl ran to sue and screamed in the distance.

Looking at Yang Lan’s helpless appearance, Murphy grinned and his face was still flushed.

Yang Lan looked at Murphy's smirk and hated to reach out and pinch her delicate nose and said: "Come to my room at night!"

He had already ran over. She came to drag her father's hand and pulled her dad to the balcony. She said, "Hey, look, the little gray heels are stinky on the balcony!"

"How do you know that it is a small gray and a cockroach? What about a small cockroach?" Yang Yan asked with a smile.

"Small cockroaches are very embarrassing, it will not go to the balcony!" 曦曦 quickly argued.

Under the leadership of Yan, Yang Lan came to the balcony and found the two groups of dark things, one on the floor and the other in the pot, the shape is different, the color is a little different.

"Little gray, hey, you come over to me, recognize, see if this is a good thing for you!" Yang Lan turned and screamed.

The cockroach on the cat's climbing frame glanced at the owner, lazily twisted his head and plunged into the rock cave, leaving only his **** outside.

It was a little gray positive, and its tail was swaying and slowly coming over, and Xiao Yan was also behind the big cock.

"Little gray, are these two stinks that you pulled?" Yang Yan asked with a smile.

When I saw Xiaoxiao also ran over, she bent down and picked it up, habitually scratching Xiaoxiao’s chin, and said with a small mouth: “It’s definitely not a small squat, right? be good."

Xiao Yan stunned the palm of the little master and thought that the little master had to play with it.

The little gray that was too clever was that there was no silver in this place. It snorted and turned around at the foot of Yang Lan. He also bowed his eyes and finally stretched out the claws of the nails. The owner's trouser legs, in an attempt to let the owner go away.

"Don't look at it, I don't want to face it?" The little gray seemed to be spoiled.

"It seems to be you!" Yang Xiao smiled and knelt down, hugged the big round face of the small gray, and gently bounced its forehead.

In fact, there is no effort, just to scare the most naughty guy.

Xiaoshi ate a pain, snorted, and quickly twisted and struggled, then squatted aside, grievously licking his claws with his head, it seems to hurt.

"Hey, don't hit it! The cat is not a human, can't understand your lesson." At this time, Murphy came over and sighed down to appease the little gray, shouting.

"I don't have any strength?" Yang Lan scratched his head.

"The cat's emotions are very sensitive. You hit it. The next time it is afraid of you, you won't play with you!" senior cat slave Murphy explained. "They don't stink in their toilets, maybe you Haven't changed them to cat litter for too long?"

The little cockroach in the arms was uneasy at this time, squatting and squatting, twisting his legs, kneeling on the little belly, and then jumping off the cockroach.

"Small, where are you going?" 曦曦 quickly chased back to the living room, she forgot that she had just come to Dad to complain, she giggled, pulled out the plastic bracket ball wrapped in the bell, playing with Xiaoyan It’s up.

"Bell bell!" This artifact came out, and it immediately attracted the attention of all the kittens. Even if the cockroaches jumped from the cat climbing frame, the little ash could not care about the grievances and jumped out from Murphy. Chased the past.

Yang Lan and Murphy cleaned up the mess. He swept the two groups of cats to the garbage bag and wiped the floor several times with a mop. Murphy helped replace the cat litter of the three cat toilets.

Cats are cats after all, and they have a strong sense of dividing the site. Although they are a mother compatriot, they will never share a toilet with their siblings, so Yang Lan bought a cat with a cover for each cat. The toilet, the cat toilet with closed space, was very popular with three small British shorts when it was bought.

After a period of training, they have become accustomed to using the cat toilet to solve, but today they are pulling the stench outside, which makes Yang Hao a little puzzled.

Murphy and Yang Lan explained: "You actually have to clean them up, but it is not enough to replace them with new cat litter. Over time, cats will be disgusted because these old cat litters are already there. It tastes."

"Cat litter is a consumable. Every time you use our dedicated small shovel to shovel, remember to shovel the stained cat litter and add it to the new cat litter. Willing to continue to stink in the cat toilet." Murphy simply pour the cat litter in the three cat toilets into the garbage bag that Yang Lan took.

Then Yang Lan focused on the cat litter bag and refilled the cat toilet.

For a while, facing the cat toilet in the corner of the study, the small cockroaches, the cockroaches, the small gray row stood up, and the little ash that was restless at the moment was squatting.

He moved to a small bench and was naughty and sat in a row with the kittens, looking at his mother with a smile.

Murphy was not as fierce as Yang Lan. She picked up the kittens one by one, and even the coldest scorpion, squinted and enjoyed Murphy's relatives.

While Murphy touched its thin hair and pointed at the cat toilet, he said softly: "This is your toilet. You will swear in the toilet in the future. If you obey, Ma Ma will reward you."

Sitting on a small stool, twisting and twisting back and forth, as if playing a Trojan, she did not hesitate to cry: "What about me? Me?"