My love simulation with them

Chapter 191

"Yuna, if you don't want to be scolded by your mother, don't pretend to be her."

Putting down the library book, the man smiled and turned his head to the side and spoke.

"..."

Nango Yuna secretly said it was a pity and quietly stepped back.

She felt that it was probably because she didn't look like her mother enough that her father found out.

Next time...just try harder.

She secretly made up her mind.

"No matter how hard you try, it's useless."

From behind, a lazy and elegant voice came.

Nango Yuuna subconsciously looked around and saw that her mother Nango Ryo, who had just gone to dry her clothes, had returned. Unknowingly, she held her fair chin with her hand and looked at her for a long time.

He saw his daughter and looked over.

Her cold face softened slightly, and in front of Yuna Nango, she walked around behind Nanxiang and hugged him contentedly.

Then, in his usual lazy and elegant tone: "The time is mine."

It's like a child showing off a rare toy to another child.

Nango Yuna didn't say anything, but glanced at her mother with a gritted look, then reached out her hand, opened her piano bag, and flipped through the bass sheet.

When she pulled out the bass score, the elegant and lazy high school sophomore girl hurriedly ran away from home.

There seemed to be a proud smile on Nanxiang Liang's expressionless face.

Then she lowered her head and looked at her husband, whose head was resting on her chest. She gently rubbed the acupuncture points on his head, and a slightly magnetic voice came from Yingfen's lips:

"You should really take care of your daughter."

"What's wrong?"

Nan Xiangshi had his eyes closed at this time, enjoying his wife's service.

Soft touch, soft sound, familiar taste.

All of this can be said to be very novel to Nanxiang Shi who has personally experienced the simulation.

There are memories of living with Nanxiang Liang all these years in his mind.

It was as if they were still entangled with each other last night and refused to separate.

Whether it's touch or sound, the fragrance of Nanxiang Ryo... seems extremely real.

really.

Compared with those dry memories after simulation, this real feeling is better.

Nanxiang closed his eyes and enjoyed the cool and tender moment with Nanxiang.

"What's wrong, you ask?"

Listening to her husband's gentle voice, Nanxiang Liang's pressure on the acupuncture points became slightly heavier.

"Do you think it's normal for your daughter to pretend to be your wife?"

Nanxiang Liang wrinkled his beautiful eyebrows.

She has a nice frown on her eyebrows.

The slender eyebrows, the beating eyebrows, and the usually expressionless face seemed to have a cute feeling because of this action.

Seeing this scene, Nan Xiang subconsciously pressed her lowered head down gently with his hands and kissed her pink lips deeply.

"hour--"

Nan Xiangliang was breathless from the kiss, and a beautiful blush like the morning glow in winter appeared on her originally unconcerned face.

She glanced around secretly to make sure there was no one around.

Only then did she put her hands on Nan Xiangshi's shoulders again, and said in a soft and magnetic voice: "Aren't you afraid of being seen?"

"I didn't continue to do the next thing."

Nanxiang Shi leaned on the bench and gently stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Nanxiang Liangzhong's delicate side face.

Nanxiang Ryo obviously realized this.

"How old are you now?"

She made her own little complaint and shook her head, but in the end she lowered her body and pressed her face against Nan Xiangshi's warm palm.

Nan Xiangshi looked at her rosy face and smiled.

"I'm not kidding, Shi."

Listening to Nanxiang Shi's laughter, Nanxiang Liang emphasized again and again: "You should really take care of your daughter."

"I just like my father, it's quite normal."

Nanxiang Shi actually didn't care that much: "Many little girls have had such a complex."

It is actually normal to like your father and want to marry him when you grow up.

Nanxiang didn't think there was any problem.

At most, his daughter's feelings for him are much stronger than those of ordinary little girls.

“It’s not normal for a daughter to be able to write an article like ‘I want to marry my father when I grow up’ in my second year of high school...”

Nanxiang Liang took a deep look at her husband, and there was helplessness in his eyes besides endless love and pampering.

"I think, Shi, you should really educate your daughter properly."

Nanxiang Ryo put his head on Nanxiang Shi's shoulder, his tone serious.

His daughter is becoming more and more outrageous. Now he is pretending to be her. In the future, he may even do some kind of lawless and overly free things.

I really don’t know where this character was inherited from.

Nan Xiangshi looked at Miss Liang like this and stretched out his hand to gather her short dark blue hair, feeling a little funny.

Miss Liang is just as good as ever.

Even his own children can get angry with him.

He glanced at the time he simulated in person.

1200 heart rate is converted into 12 hours.

There's still quite a while left, so it shouldn't delay the business ahead.

However, talking to Nango Yuuna is not in a hurry.

He hugged Nan Xiangliang and joked with her again. They were gentle for a while. When the sun gradually began to set, he stood up and said, "I'm going to see Yuuna."

"Um."

Chapter 158. Be like your father! (4000 words!)

In order to take care of the bass hobby of his wife and daughter.

There is actually a practice room renovated in the backyard of Nanxiang's house.

Just take into account the complete sound insulation effect and floor space.

The entire practice room looks relatively simple and compact.

Push the practice room door open.

What comes into view are the various band posters posted by Nango Ryo and Nango Yuuna due to their interests, as well as the posters from various performance halls left behind by Nango Ryo and the band after they played around over the years. Ticket commemoration.

According to memory, the Ending Band was already a relatively well-known Japanese independent band at this time. Similarly, with the help of Nanxiang Shi, the Ending Band had reached agreements with several relatively well-known record companies.

The band may even perform at the Tokyo Dome in the not-too-distant future.

Nango Yuuna is aiming at Nango Ryo and is practicing the bass hard at this time.

Fortunately, Nan Xiangliang was there to help with guidance.

In addition, people who finish the band will come over to take a look from time to time.

So Nango Yuuna's progress is actually very rapid.

Presumably the other party is still working hard now.

Thinking like this, Nanxiang Shi walked inward following his memory.

However, before he reached the practice room, probably in the lounge, Nanxiang stopped.

Because it is a lounge, we did not consider soundproofing like a practice room.

So just standing by the door of the lounge, Nango Shi could hear Nango Yuna's slightly magnetic voice coming from inside.

Nanxiang Shi touched his chin.

It is very likely that my daughter is communicating with her partner in a rock band.

After all, rock music cannot be supported by just one bass, so Yuna Nango naturally needs some playmates.

The partners who formed a rock band with her would naturally borrow Nanxiang's practice room for band practice - renting a practice room outside was too expensive, so it was more convenient to borrow Nanxiang's practice room.

"I don't know what you are talking about."

Nanxiang Shi was quite curious and moved a little closer.

After all, she is his daughter.

I must have inherited his good and positive genes. At this time, I am also discussing things related to study or bass skills.

He listened curiously for a while.

Then--

"Qiuzi, should you give me the friend fee this month?"

This was Nango Yuuna's voice asking for money, cold and without any fluctuation.

"Hey...? But...but didn't I just give it to Yuna-san last week..."

This is the soft voice coming from it.

"Actually, I lost my wallet recently and am a little tight on money... Please, Qiuzi, just think of it as lending me money."

"Hey...? But..."