House Dad’s Literary Life

"Hey, are you playing a game with me?"

At night, the white-washed, washed-scented cockroach wore her little nightdress, sat on the quilt, and looked at the daddy who was packing her toys with her praying eyes.

The little girl's bangs are a bit long, always licking their eyes, and she smacks a small mouth, playfully blows her forehead, and blows her hair away.

"What game do you play?" Yang Yan smiled and sat by the bed.

"If I talk to my aunt, the nose, then I have to put my hand on my nose. If I say my eyes, I have to put my hand on my eyes." I eagerly said.

Although a little childish, Yang Lan nodded. "Then let's try."

"Hey!" The little girl smiled and moved her little ass. She was sitting in danger and was preparing to say, but she thought of something again. She quickly asked her hand and said, "Hey, you have to give it to me!"

"Hands to you, what should I do?" Yang Hao had to stretch the two big hands.

The white little hand can't catch Dad's big hand at most, only one or **** can be caught at most. She had to pull her father's fingers with difficulty, with her left hand underneath and her right hand on top.

"For a while, I said that I can start this hand!" He pointed to his father's right hand, for fear that his father did not understand, and explained, "I just don't want to start with your face, you can't put your hand on your face." This is not fair!"

"Yeah!" Yang Lan promised.

At this moment, I was relieved to take off her little hand that was placed on Dad’s right hand. However, the little guy couldn’t take Dad’s hand for so long, heavy, and had to hang down, through a soft cotton slippery nightdress. Rest on your legs.

"Okay, it's time to start!" His eyes sparkled, with a curved smile, pretending to be casual, suddenly said, "Begin, ear!"

The girl’s crisp voice broke the “tight” atmosphere of preparation.

Yang Lan’s reaction was very fast, and his right hand immediately lifted up and pointed it over his ear.

"Hey, how come so fast?" The little guy twisted his buttocks and greeted Dad with his hand down. "Come again!"

However, the next few times, no matter how you play, Dad is accurately pointing to the right position.

"Oh, it's not fun!" He was a little depressed, she said with a small mouth, "When you play with Ma Ma, you will make a mistake!"

Yang Lan also faintly felt that he always won, and played this game without meaning.

"Hey, you have to hurry up a little faster, and Dad can't keep up with it!" Yang Lan comforted the little guy.

He once again raised his interest and said with a crispness: "Begin, mouth!"

Yang Lan’s reaction was also very quick. He immediately lifted it up, but he pointed it on the nose. He pretended to panic, his fingers pressed on his nose, and slowly moved down and moved to his mouth.

The look of that face is the same as the real!

However, she was taken seriously, and she was excited to squat in the bed. A flying slammed into her father’s arms: "Wrong, wrong, don't move, hey, I saw it!"

The soft guy's soft body came over, and Yang Lan quickly hugged her, for fear that she would fall.

I fell in my father's arms, Zhang opened her mouth and smiled happily. She took her little finger and pressed it on Dad's nose, then dragged it down: "I saw it, it's good or bad, one It’s the nose that starts to touch!”

"Well, Dad is not honest enough." Yang Lan surrendered, but just holding a left hand, the right hand still holding the little one!

However, she quickly broke free from her father's arms. She smiled and stretched out her hand and said, "He pointed to the wrong place and was punished."

"What punishment?" Yang Lan handed over his big hand.

"You have to clench your fists, then I will play you." He smugly pressed his father's finger and then turned his fist over. She also lovelyly blew a sigh on her father's fist. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it won't hurt!"

Oh, I still comforted my father!

Yang Lan also had to pretend to be very scared, letting the little fingers twist and bounce.

"Hey, it hurts?" After the girl punishes her father, she is very concerned about helping her father.

Yang Xiao smiled and said: "It doesn't hurt. If you don't hurt, you won't hurt."

After letting Dad play a few times, he eagerly exchanged his role with Dad, asking Dad to tell her.

However, the little guy was too nervous and failed the first time.

"Hey, hey, don't, don't give another chance, okay?" The little girl hugged her father's big hand, and the two watery eyes fluttered.

Yang Lan couldn't stand the daughter's spoiled. He had nodded and said, "That is coming back! Just warming up."

I am happy, the water mist in my eyes has also been collected.

Start again, this time played well, and even the two were right. Although the speed was a bit slow, Yang Lan did not point it out.

"Begin, ear!" said Yang Lan.

This time, I was a little confused, she pointed to her eyes.

"Oh, I am wrong again." The little girl lowered her head in frustration.

"It doesn't matter, this time it's wrong, it will be better next time! You will see mistakes." Yang Yu said with relief.

"But, but I am afraid." With a small mouth, the committee said with currility.

"What are you afraid of?" Yang Lan asked inexplicably.

"Afraid of pain..." He was still very disciplined. She handed out the small fist and whispered sobbing, tears in the beautiful big eyes.

Yang Lan feels funny and feels distressed. He is playing with sex. He deliberately slaps his face and says, "But if you do something wrong, you will be punished! It’s like the father just lost, and he was punished several times." ""

"But it doesn't hurt. I'm scared." The little girl sobbed, grievously said.

Yang Lan gently stroked the little guy's fist, as if rubbing with alcohol cotton before the injection, and looked at Dad's big hand with some fear.

"I don't like it!" The little girl was wronged.

"I want to play!" Yang Lan made a move, as if he was full of bowstrings, and he was so scared that he closed his eyes.

However, the finger that Dad popped out was only threatening, no power, and leaned softly on the small fist.

But even then, the little guy is still afraid of a flaw.

“Is it painful?” Yang Lan pretended to comfort.

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Yang Lan had to hold the little guy's fist and sighed and said: "That daddy blows, then it won't hurt."

The little guy can't hold it anymore, she is ticklish, giggling and twisting in her father's arms: "Okay, it doesn't hurt!"

"Do you still have to play?"

"To play! Hey~"