House Dad’s Literary Life

In the dark corridor, the footsteps were heard. With the opening of the voice-activated switch, the dim light illumined the pedestrian's face.

"Come on, big brother Yang." Ding Xiang took out the key and was ready to open the door.

"Wait a minute." Yang Lan raised his hand and stopped Ding Xiang's movement. He smiled slightly and stood at the door, erecting his ears.

This old-fashioned cabinet building has a very poor sound insulation effect. Yang Yan, who had a very sharp ear, heard the daughter’s giggling laughter coming out of the door. Now Ding Xiang is quiet, and the sound inside is heard more clearly. It is.

"Her second numb does not let Xiaoxin wear shoes, but her sister can't wear it, the feet are too big, the crystal shoes are just Xiaoxin can wear, the feet can't put in, then they get bleeding!" tell a story.

Although she heard some vagueness, Yang Lan probably guessed that her daughter was telling the story of Cinderella.

I don't know what Yang Huan did in it. She yelled, but it was a string of silver bells, and it sounded very happy.

It seems that the two of them get along well!

The voice control light was extinguished. Yang Xiaochong Ding Xiang nodded and found that Ding Xiang could not see, and he said, "Open the door!"

The door opened, and Yang Lan walked in with Ding Xiang. He just saw the squatting on the sofa and smiled forward and leaned back. The wet hair that had been bathed was rolled over by her to make it messy.

Yang Huan is also sitting on the ground, no carpet, she is not too cold. Yang Huan is barefooted with a pair of high heels that Murphy bought for her before, and she can put it in, but she is pretending to have a grin and a painful expression.

"Happy, what are you doing?" Ding Xiang asked with a funny smile.

Yang Huan saw that Big Brother and Ding Xiang came in. She hurriedly climbed up from the ground and screamed red, and said in her heart: "It’s awful, the image is ruined!"

"Hey! You are back!" He twisted his head and saw Dad. His eyes lit up. She slid down from the sofa and smiled. She burst into excitement.

Yang Lan quickly bent over and picked up the little guy.

Every time I go out, this exciting hug is what Yang Lan is most looking forward to. The sweet and happy smile of the little girl is definitely the most beautiful existence in the world. This makes Yang Lan decide to play and not go home. Looking at my daughter?

However, after rushing over today, I kissed my father’s neck without relatives, and kissed my father’s cheek, then whispered sweetly in Dad’s ear: “Hey, I miss you!”

Nothing today...

The little girl was held by her father, but she suddenly wrinkled her small eyebrows. She didn't believe that she was close, and sniffed on her father's face. Then she quickly got two small hands together and covered her mouth and nose.

"What's wrong?" Yang Lan was confused by her.

"Hey, you stink!" he snorted.

"Ah?" Yang Lan held his daughter in one hand, and one hand pulled up the clothes and smelled it. He asked in confusion, "Is it not stinky?"

"Yang Da Ge, probably because you drank alcohol." Ding Xiang whispered a message.

Next to Yang Huan is squatting to hide the high heels behind the sofa, and then pretend that it has not happened.

"Yes? Is it because of the smell of wine?" Yang Lan asked.

"The mouth is stinky." A burst of alcohol squirted, hurriedly twisted his head, and reached out to his father's mouth. The small, delicate fingers touched his father's nostrils.

"Okay, okay! Dad doesn't talk to you." Yang Lan twisted his head and smiled.

He whispered his mouth and said with dissatisfaction: "Hey, don't drink alcohol, hemp and don't like it."

"Grandpa drinks, hemp will be angry!" The little girl added an example.

"This way, after that, Dad didn't drink, and he came to supervise Dad, okay?" Yang Xiao smiled and licked his daughter's small head. "Are you having fun with your little aunt tonight?"

The little emotions came quickly and went fast. She immediately said happily: "Yes! Little aunt played movies with me, just like her, she was a Xiaoxin, and then she was fun!"

He said that the logic is a bit messy, but Yang Lan can understand. He smiled and translated: "Do you mean that she and you and Dad last time you played the tortoise and the rabbit at the Christmas party? You tell the story. And then she came to perform."

"Yeah, but it’s not a tortoise and a rabbit race! It’s a story of Xiaoxin." Yan looked seriously and corrected.

"Yes, Cinderella! Dad knows. Did you take a shower?"

"Bathing!"

After a while, Yang Lan said goodbye to Yang Huan and Ding Xiang, and was ready to leave with him.

"Big Brother, wait a minute, you have to let 曦曦 finish the end of this story!" When Yang Huan gave her shoes to Yang Lan, she twisted her up and said with a sigh.

Yang Huan originally wanted to protect the image and did not mention the matter just now, but the story of the embarrassment was not finished, and there was a little bit left behind. She was really upset.

Yang Hao was dumbfounded. He patted his little **** and said, "Go, tell your little aunt to finish the story."

"Okay!" She snorted with her little shoes, and she said with great enthusiasm, "Just, Xiaoxin wore that shoe, there was no bloodshed, and then the prince knew that Xiaoxin was, that is..."

"It was the girl who danced with him at the dance that night." Yang Lan helped her daughter organize the language.

"Yeah!" He opened his arms and said with exaggeration. "Then the prince likes Xiaoxin, they are married, and then they have a baby."

When I finished talking, I turned to look at my father, and I liked my father’s praise.

"Yes, you said it is great!" Yang Lan clap his hands and smiled and rushed his daughter to give a thumbs up.

I was so happy that I shook my arm, and the long down jacket was not worn. She hid her little hand and covered her little ass.

"Nothing?" Yang Huan still has some meanings.

"Nothing!" Of course, nodded.

Yang Huanxin was like a cat scratching, anxiously said: "The little stepmother of this Xiaoxin, and her two bad sisters?"

She licked her big eyes. In her memory, Dad didn't say this. The little girl had to look up to Dad for help.

"They, what are they doing with them? As long as Xiaoxin is happy, happiness is all right!" Yang Lan smiled and made a relief.

The story behind, the original stepmother and the two sisters are more miserable, but Yang Lan does not know, and will not compose those plots that highlight the dark side of human nature.

"Xiao Xin is very happy, she has a baby! Just like Ma Ma." He told Yang Huanyu how to explain.

Although Yang Huan is still not reconciled, he can only nod helplessly.

On the way home, because the building is scarce, and close to the Grand Canal, the night style is like a knife, and it cuts a small face and hurts.

Yang Lan will untie his windbreaker and let him bury himself in his warm arms. Then he will wrap the little girl in a windbreaker, just like a kangaroo, but he is a chest sac and will pass out. After enjoying the warmth and full security, the muffled laughter from time to time is twisted.

"How come so happy?" Yang Yi, a martial artist, has a kungfu body, not afraid of cold, and has a leisurely teasing daughter, smiled. "You just didn't think Dad was stinky?"

Like the little squirrel, she licked her furry little head in her father's clothes. She rubbed her eyes and then hid it in, giggling and laughing: "It's still stinky."

"Okay..." Yang Lan was amazed.

Do not drink alcohol in the future.