House Dad’s Literary Life

Yang Lan opened the store, so after Yan Xiaotong came out, the place where the two children played with toys was transferred back to the coffee shop from the living room.

In fact, it doesn't matter if the coffee shop can't be opened. Anyway, no one is patronizing.

However, Yang Lan faintly felt that this woman is a little dangerous, of course not in that sense of danger. Anyway, facing her at home, Yang Lan always felt a bit wrong.

"Your store name is very strange, why is it called the street coffee shop?" Yan Xiaoyu did not mean to go back, although Yang Lan has asked her several times, the florist owner will not have trouble at home. Instead, she herself was a little lazy to hold her chin on the bar and watched Yang Hao busy.

In the embarrassment of playing with the little brother, just saw her sitting in the position of her previous painting, the little girl unwillingly licked her mouth and sullenly fiddled with the doll in her hand.

In fact, Yan Yingkai has a two-year gap with his age, and this age boy is more self-conscious and thinks it is a bit of a loss to play with a child who is smaller than himself. Therefore, he is still not very willing to take the initiative to talk to him. Most of the time he has a question that is answered without a word.

Now he didn't say anything, but he let out a sigh of relief and put all his attention on the magnet toy in front of him. He wanted to take a big car!

At the bar counter, Yang Lan is almost the same as Yan Yingkai. He is a little helpless. He is not interested in chatting with Yan Xiaoyu. Because this woman gives him a bad feeling, maybe there is a snack machine?

However, Yang Lan can't be too over-expressed. After all, he still wants to make friends, and he should first learn to be gentle. Therefore, Yang Lan can only cope with one sentence without a sentence.

"Because it's on the corner!"

"Well, I think your name is a bit lazy, but fortunately you are not lazy when you give your daughter a name."

Yang Lan reported with a smile.

What can he say? When he was born, he didn't know it. Murphy used the name of the 起 as "Yang 曦", which was a few years ago! When Yang Lan and their reunion, he is already screaming!

Of course, this name is also very good!

Wait, the name of the coffee shop on the corner is also very good to listen to? Special art, is there wood?

Yang Lan can only be huh, no meaning.

"Would you like to have a cup of coffee?" Yang Lan said that he said that he would like to talk about it.

However, Yan Xiaoyu immediately came to the spirit: "Okay, you please me!"

"..." Yang Lan is a bit speechless.

It’s not that I can’t afford a cup of coffee. Yang Lan thinks she can drink it at will, but the problem is, I still have to drink coffee. Does this woman really not go back?

But when it was said, it was just like the water that was poured out. Yang Lan had to turn around and give Yan Xiaoyan a cup of coffee and a cup of coffee.

"Wow, it's so sweet!" The hot water was washed on the powder of the coffee beans, and the bottom of the cup echoed the tempting coffee fragrance. Yan Xiaotong, like the girl, smirked her hand.

Yang Lan did not answer, but Yan Xiaotong saw his eyes shining.

A big man can still do things so seriously, that side face, that back, like that, it is so handsome!

To be honest, Yang Lan is not handsome, at most it is a resolute Jun, and does not meet Yan Xiaotong's original aesthetic standards, but sometimes, the value of Yan will be tempered and will be defeated by other things, isn't it?

Yan Xiaotong’s obsessive eyes gradually fell on Yang’s strong muscles and fell on Yang’s firm buttocks...

When the coffee came up, Yan Xiaoyu had already taken back her sight. She performed very well and gracefully picked up the cup and took a soft sip.

From the position point of view, Yan Xiaoxuan looks like he has been drinking coffee for many years. It looks like a decent, while Murphy, who chews peony, compares with her. Instead, Murphy is more like a rural one...

However, Yan Xiaoyu quickly frowned: "It's a bit bitter."

"Is it still bitter?" Yang is different. In the past, the woman used to drink a spoonful of coffee. How did it fail in Yan Xiaotong?

"I want to add some sugar! I will come by myself!" Yan Xiaoying smiled and smiled. She stood on the bar and explored her body to get the sugar can.

The action is a bit big, her body is a little bit smashed into Yang's arm, but this is not the point!

The point is that Yang Lan’s short-sleeved blouse is loose on her body, and then Yan Xiaotong sneaked over it, and the neckline collapsed. Yang’s line of sight was inadvertently swept, just to see the dazzling two groups.

Yan Xiaotong did not seem to notice the general, she got the sugar can, only took back her arm and sat back.

"I like to drink a little sweeter." Yan Xiaoyu looked at Yang Xiao and smiled.

Yang Lan is naturally expressionless. The scene just now, in fact, can not be a big wave in his heart. Compared to the beauty of the bath, this tone has seen him more... The past Western beauty is the best!

"I feel that I will have some sugar cans in the future, so that the guests can add them themselves." Yang Lan actually pondered this matter.

Everyone's taste is different. Yang Lan can't ask everyone to drink the original coffee, even though he admires it.

"It seems that I still helped you!" Yan Xiaotong was as happy as a girl.

However, Yang Lan was not too willing to pick up. He lowered his head and rubbed the cup, as if the cup could never be wiped out and could not be cleaned.

Yan Xiaotong was a little depressed, but she regarded this as a man's shame, her eyes turned and looked at the child.

Yan Yingkai’s car has taken shape, and he has put down his own toy. He is very curious and very serious about the work of his little brother.

"I really envy them, can have such a carefree childhood." Yan Xiaoyu suddenly felt.

Yang Lan nodded silently. However, he felt that he was satisfied with the renewed new life: "In fact, watching children grow up happily is also a kind of happiness."

Yan Xiaotong is also looking at Yang Lan.

Finally, as night fell, the drizzle stopped. Yang Lan did not leave the meaning of Yan Xiaolan's mother and son to eat. Yan Xiaolan wanted to ask Yang Lan and his wife to go to the restaurant in Dongmen, but Yang refused.

"Next time, can I still have coffee here for you?" Yan Xiaoyu took his son's hand and asked with some shame.

Yang Lan looked down at the little boy. He smiled and said, "Bring your son over, I invite you to drink coffee."

Yang Lan had the meaning of Yang Lan, but Yan Xiaoyu did not hear it. She felt very satisfied with this answer and left with a smile on her face.

"Call!" Yang Lan looked at the other side to leave, only to breathe a sigh of relief.

Turning around, he quickly closed the store door, picked up the mop, and wiped the previously stained floor with force. The obsessive-compulsive patients endured for so long, it was really not easy!

The little man also ran over to help his father, but her little shoes stepped on the floor that had just been rubbed one after another. Yang Lan had to sneak up and hang on her back.

"Hold it, fall, the **** becomes eight petals!" Yang Yu scared.

"Hey, I don't believe it!" He held his father's neck and his hair swayed, covering her elf-like ears.

"Hey..."

"Ok?"

"I don't like the aunt just now."

"why?"

"just do not like it."

"Well, what about Xiaokai brother?"

"Xiao Kai brother is very powerful, he has changed into a big car!"

"That dad is better than him, who is better?"

"It's even worse! Hey..."