House Dad’s Literary Life

During the day, Yang Lan originally went to pick up Murphy, but on the way home, Murphy received a notice from the company and asked her to go back and take some photos of the endorsements to the clothing sponsors. Yang Hao had to turn around and send Murphy. Back to the company, just at noon two people still went to eat a Western food romantic.

However, what I didn't expect was that taking these photos was enough to toss. Murphy returned home at night, it is already more than nine o'clock.

"Ma Ma, are you coming back?" Hearing the movement, the little girl who had washed the fragrance and was wearing pajamas slid down from the bed and ran out, excitedly hugging her mother's feet.

Because Murphy was on a business trip, I haven’t seen my mother for several days! Nowadays, I am used to the little girl who sleeps with her mother every day. She has been chanting for several nights. Even today, she has been looking at the stairs. She can’t see her mother coming back, and she almost became a mother stone.

"Is there any idea?" Murphy looked tired, and she touched the little girl's head with some gratification and asked.

"Thinking! I want to think every day!" The little girl snorted and spoke, "Ma Ma, I want to hug!"

"Hey, your mother is too tired today, the waist is a little painful, you let her take a break." Yang Lan took a cup of milk and came over, still holding the chopsticks and mixing the milk powder inside, blamed.

"It doesn't matter, come over!" Murphy put down the bag and sat on the sofa with a smile. He didn't care if his high-end skirt would be wrinkled, then pulled it up and hugged it in his arms. Speaking of words.

"Ma Ma your back pain? Why does the waist not hurt?" The little girl sat on her mother's lap, and she turned her head and pressed her small waist, asking inexplicably.

"Hey, how old are you? Just a little bit longer, how can I have a waist?" Murphy was amused by the cute appearance of the little girl. She stretched her finger and scraped her nose and smiled. "Ma Ma is because today. Standing too long, overworked, so this waist can't stand it."

"Is it particularly painful?" Hearing the words behind his mother, the little girl browed down and asked her mother's hand with anxiety.

"Well, it hurts a bit, but there is a lot of concern, and Ma Ma feels a lot better." Murphy said softly.

Yang Lan rushed the milk, he came over and smiled and said: "Nothing, you are estimated to be old and injured, I will give you a massage later, to ensure that you wake up tomorrow, you will be comfortable."

"What do you say?" Murphy blushed. She reached over her ear and groaned. "Hey still here!"

"What is it with? I mean to give you a real massage, nothing else... Where did you want to go?" Yang Lan was a little dumbfounding.

"Oh, I can't hear it!" He shook his head, broke his mother's hand, whispered his mouth, and said unhappyly, "What are you talking about?"

"Hey, let you drink milk, then it's time to sleep!" Murphy pointed to the time, "all nine more!"

The little girl usually goes to bed at 9:30 to 10:00, but before going to bed, she has to listen to the story for a while.

"That's okay!" He didn't stick to her mother. She squatted down and took a cup and drank it.

Drinking a cup of milk before going to bed can not only supplement your nutrition, but also make you sleep better.

"I will give you a cup of milk, and then you will go to the bath after drinking!" Yang Yu looked at Murphy, who was lazy in the sofa, and said softly.

"Well." Murphy rolled over and squatted on the sofa, revealing a beautiful arc. She licked her waist and tried to look up. She politely asked Yang Hao for comfort. "It hurts."

He was drinking milk beside him, but his big eyes were still squatting, and he looked at his father and mother. At this moment she stopped and licked the milk on her lips with a small tongue, and handed the small half cup of milk back: "Ma Ma, would you like me to drink it together?"

Murphy was stunned with Yang Hao's spoiled, and she turned her head to look at her daughter. The little girl's mouth was still moist, but she handed the milk seriously in front of her.

Murphy was moved and gratified. She sat up and said, "Thank you, you can share it with Ma Ma. Ma Ma is very happy! But you will talk about it." I rushed the milk again, so I’m still drinking this cup, and I’m so worried.”

"That's okay! Hey, I drink!" The little girl smiled sweetly and said crisply.

In fact, I didn't feel how filial and how good my actions were. She just thought that sharing with her mother was a matter of course.

......

In the evening, after waiting to fall asleep, Yang Lan took Murphy to his bedroom.

"In the bed, kneel down." Yang Lan said, he also took out a bottle of olive oil.

Murphy was blushing and shouted: "Why are you! I am tired like this, you have to toss me!"

"Where do you want to go?" Yang stunned and smiled helplessly. "Isn't it good to give you a massage?"

"Who told you?" Murphy found that she seemed to have misunderstood. She spit out her tongue. "Is it really not a bad thing?"

"Of course, you are so tired today, you are all distressed, can I still do bad things with you?"

Murphy didn’t know how many times she was moved tonight. She stepped forward and hugged Yang’s waist. Her head rested on Yang’s chest: “You are so weak, why do you always say that I am moved?”

Yang Lan gently patted Murphy's head and kissed her on the forehead. She said softly, "Well, don't touch it, just lie down, I will give you a massage, and have a good night's sleep." It should be fine tomorrow!"

Murphy squatted on the bed as directed by Yang Lan, and took a small pillow between the pelvis.

After a while, she suddenly screamed: "Oh, what did you wipe for me? Cool."

"Olive oil!" Yang Lan opened Murphy's pajamas, and also pulled down the pajama pants, applying a layer of lubricating olive oil to her waist. "Don't worry, haven't started yet."

"Ok……"

Yang Lan did not make a joke with Murphy. He did have a certain understanding of the massage. He used to learn to press himself, and with his familiarity with the human body structure, his massage technique was also self-taught, and he also explored it. Your own unique skills are scattered outside.

"Hot, numb." Murphy couldn't help but scream at Yang Lan's massage. She was a little embarrassed and used words to cover up. "Hey, it hurts a bit..."

"You can bear it here, it will be comfortable if you have a pain."

"That, then you are lighter..." Murphy's voice shook a little.

"It hurts... ah ah..."

"Okay, don't you hurt now?" Yang Lan squeezed Murphy for a while, then wiped the sweat on his forehead with his back.

This unique technique of Yang Lan, although it only plays a role in heating and promoting blood circulation, is still very consuming. After a while, Yang Lan is also a little tired.

"Well, it's a lot better." Murphy said shyly, and the conversation just made her body unable to hold back.

"Then I will press you again, this should not hurt." Yang Lan said gently.

Since it was done, Yang Lan gave Murphy a full body massage to completely eliminate the soreness and fatigue on her muscles.

When Yang Lan stopped his hand, Murphy, who was too tired these days, had already entered a dreamland under his warm hand massage.

Yang Wei looked at her sweet smile with a distressed look at her mouth, and arranged her clothes, covered the quilt, packed things, and turned off the lights.

He slept with his daughter tonight. 8)