House Dad’s Literary Life

In the evening, Yang Lan’s tyrant slowly entered the underground parking lot of Tianmei’s building, and Murphy, who was waiting there, drilled in.

"Ma Ma! I told you, oh, Teacher Shen taught us to dance today!" The embarrassed man who had been sitting in the back seat had been talking to her mother. "Would you like to go back and show it to you?"

Today, my mother didn't sit behind her, and the little girl didn't fit.

But it doesn't matter. Who wants to return to kindergarten today after a week, is very happy, can't take care of this little problem, the little girl can't wait to tell all the fresh things today to mom and dad.

After Murphy got on the bus, she looked at Yang Lan with a strange look. It seemed that she had never seen Yang Lan. Let Yang Lan, who was driving intently, feel a little numb.

But fortunately, there was a slap in the gag, Murphy took back his eyes and chatted with the little girl.

Yang Lan thought that he felt wrong. He laughed and drove while listening to their conversations, but he didn't have the opportunity to interject. He rushed to talk.

It was also the little guy who spoke dryly. When Murphy turned and took the bag to the little girl and took out the water bottle to let her drink, Yang Lan asked with concern: "How about recording today?"

"There were a few good ones in the morning, but the afternoon was not very good. Teacher Jin almost got angry." Murphy asked her to hold the water bottle and bite the straw. She turned and said.

“Why is it in a bad state?” Yang Lan asked casually.

Murphy snorted and turned his head and turned his eyes. He said, "Not because of you! I blame you!"

"Amount, because of me? Why would you blame me?" Yang Lan is somewhat inexplicable.

"I just blame you!"

"..."

However, because he was watching curiously with big eyes behind him, Murphy did not continue to say it. Yang Lan thought she was only having problems at work and was in a bad mood, so she sprinkled her tongue and made a small temper. Did not care.

......

In the evening, after falling asleep, Murphy walked into the study room of Yang Lan in a pajamas with long sleeves and trousers. Yang Lan was typing on the keyboard to make up some of the deposits of Yu Ci. The readers are criticized, but he has never broken, but it is still a bit credible.

"Why don't you sleep?" Yang Lan's gaze moved away from the computer screen, and looked at Murphy, who was gently rubbing the guitar, and asked gently.

It should be this guitar, the style is exactly the same.

Murphy whispered softly on the side of the guitar hanging on the wall: "I want to talk to you."

Yang Lan originally wanted to record the song because of Murphy, and the nephew had to protect it, so he thought that there was no play tonight, but now he heard Murphy whispering, and he couldn’t help but slap his own thigh, just turned around. Murphy said: "Come, sit here and talk!"

After all, his chair couldn't sit side by side with two people.

However, Murphy heard Yang Wei’s magnetic voice below the dislocated wolverine. Her face was red, and she said with a sigh of relief: "What! Everyday thinking about tossing, the body is not?"

Isn't it what I thought, Yang Lan scratched his head a little bit.

There was a couch in the study room, Murphy sat down, and then patted the position around him, a bit like a command, and a bit like a blame, the command said: "Come here!"

Murphy at night is more beautiful, the neck of the pajamas can't cover the neck like a jade, and the delicate clavicle outlines the beautiful arc. So beautiful, Yang Lan naturally dropped the keyboard and sat down.

"Sit and sit down! Let's talk to you about business!" Murphy blushes and pushes the claws of Lushan, who is out of this restless guy, to the righteousness.

Yang Lan knew at this time that Murphy didn’t mean to flirt with him at the moment. She sighed slightly, and looked at Yang Lan with a strange look like in the evening. She couldn’t tell where it was strange. It seemed a bit wronged. Also a bit of a taste of the taste, so that Yang Xin's heart is a little hairy.

"What's wrong?" Yang Lan asked inexplicably.

Murphy's slender fingers were pinched on the clothes, unintentionally fiddling, and she looked at Yang Lan's eyes tightly. After a while, she muttered in a word: "Mu Zi Ang."

Yang Hao suddenly had some mistakes, and Murphy also saw the panic in his eyes. Although it was just a flash, and then was disguised, Murphy caught up with this change.

"You are Muzi right? No arguments!" Murphy took a step closer in tone.

"..." Yang Lan opened his mouth, but there was no buzz.

In fact, at the beginning, Yang Lan wanted to argue again, but Murphy’s eyes clearly saw his flaws, and the sophistry seemed to be a bit pale.

What's more, Yang Lan didn't want to take this matter for a lifetime, so the words of sophistry came to his lips, and he said no.

Although it has not been directly recognized, is this performance of Yang Lan not obvious? Murphy couldn't help but gently lift her mouth, and the question got the answer. The heavy burden that hung in her heart could finally be unloaded.

However, what Yang Lan thinks now is not a sophistry or an acknowledgment. He is a bit of a professional sequel to the underground consciousness to analyze where he is exposed.

His brain turned very fast. From the moment that Murphy looked at the guitar, he thought of the only point in the near future that might have problems.

"The video of the new party, have you seen Guo Ziyi singing the song?" Yang Lan wanted to confirm his guess.

"Well!" Speaking of this more irritating, Murphy screamed at some grievances. She pinched the powder punch and angrily hammered Yang's chest. "If I didn't find it, you still glared at me!" I admit that you are Muzi, you are a soul!"

Murphy’s fist is weak and forceful. Although Yang Lan does not hurt himself, he is afraid that his muscles will hurt Murphy. He quickly grabbed Murphy’s two wrists and then pulled it to his waist. Fei Fei is in his arms.

"Well, I admit, I admit that I am Muziong. Don't be angry!" Yang Lan said like a cymbal, softly whispered in Murphy's ear.

Hearing Yang Lan’s personal confession, Murphy completely smashed the string, but she was still wronged! Imagine that this guy has been licking himself for so long, although Murphy was held by Yang Lan, but still angrily bitten on Yang Lan’s shoulder.

In fact, she didn’t bite so hard, she didn’t hurt, just left a few shallow tooth prints and saliva. It’s not as good as some nights. She’s afraid of arguing, but she can’t suppress the cry in her throat. The footprints and paw prints left on the shoulders and back of Yang Lan.

"Why don't you just tell me directly? Can you use me to slap me?" Murphy succumbed straight up and looked at Yang Lan's eyes and said, "Do you want to see my joke? I was then Still worried about your jealousy!"

"No, how come? You care about my feelings, my heart is too late to come!" Yang Lan said quickly.

"Look, you are happy in your heart, and you are laughing!" Murphy rushed.

"I mean I like your rate very much... Well, I apologize to you, it's not good for me, I shouldn't be holding you, but I have a hard time, not trying to deliberately stare at you." Said.

"Then you talk about, what is the difficulty?" Murphy pouted, an unhappy look, seems to clarify that if Yang Lan does not give a reasonable explanation, today is not allowed to touch her!