MTL - House Dad’s Literary Life

In the busy hours, time always goes very fast. A few days passed in the blink of an eye, and it was another weekend!

掰掰 Fingers, Yang Lan has not seen her daughter for two weeks.

When Murphy called, Yang Lan was sweating the bookshelves in the small building. There are not many books left, he has already collected them, and the fathers are kept in a box on the second floor. These bookshelves, Yang Lan have their own arrangements and plans.

Some bookshelves will of course put on some books that Yang Lan has seen interesting and thought-provoking, and some bookshelves, Yang Lan intends to buy some handicrafts, or some hand-carved wood carvings - this is his previous A small hobby left in the boring training in the jungle.

The quaint log bookshelf is displayed on the wall, with a patchwork of warm colors, which is enough to create a culture-rich atmosphere in the cafe!

But Murphy’s irritating question rushed away the atmosphere: “Where is Yang, where did you die? Not saying good, I sent my daughter today? I still have a job in the afternoon, do you know? ”

Yang stunned for a moment. He glanced at the time on the screen of the phone and was speechless.

What time is it?

Murphy did tell Yang Lan in advance that she would send the donkey in advance, but the problem was that she used to come in the afternoon, so Yang Lan was idle in the morning. After finishing the morning work, she came here to clean up. My own coffee shop, I plan to go back at noon...

Who knows, Murphy actually came so early!

"Okay, I will be back now." This little thing, Yang Lan did not mean to argue with Murphy. After receiving the call, he rushed back.

Murphy is very angry!

She is actually very busy. In order to restore her image, Ling sister arranged a lot of notices for her. Yesterday, she recorded the program until three o'clock in the middle of the night. There is also a clothing brand event to participate this afternoon. She can let Mo Xiaojuan send it. come.

But I thought about the attitude of treating Yang Lan that day - she calmed down and found that she might have misunderstood Yang Lan, regret it, but she couldn’t stand it. If she apologized, she couldn’t say it. Murphy decided to come to herself. Oh, for this reason, she also made some light makeup, concealing her tiredness, and picking up clothes for half an hour...

Not to mention how she made the ghosts want to dress up beautifully to see Yang Lan, but she took the small hand and slammed to the door of Yang Wei’s dwelling, and saw the iron generals put the door... Murphy bombed It is.

The suspicious temper of Scorpio was motivated, and Murphy thought that it was still bad:

Did he go to fool?

Going to other women?

Don't worry about it... forget it, don't you?

So, there was the scene when I just called.

However, when Murphy saw Yang Yan's gray face and sweaty appearance on the stairs, Murphy's anger, grievances, and suspicions disappeared. Even the cold face seemed to melt.

"Hey!" I saw that my father was still very happy. She didn't care about her father's dirtyness. She rushed to want to hug her father.

But Murphy was a little bit clean, but wearing a clean white dress, she quickly pulled the little guy.

However, she paused, or lightly red lips, a rare voice asked softly: "How do you, why not say that you go to work?"

The questioning of Yang Lan just now has melted into a deep guilt.

However, Murphy’s tone made Yang Lan feel uncomfortable. He looked at Murphy strangely and said lazily: “Going to work? I didn’t go to work!”

It’s really not going to work. The security work of his hotel has not been going for many days. Even the idea of ​​resigning in the past is not enough.

However, Murphy believes, she also made up her own brain to move the bricks in the construction site - who let Yang Lan really smashed a lot of dust on his body?

This man, in order to be jealous, is also desperately making money!

Suddenly, her heart felt sour and painful.

Yang Lan didn't think so much. He smiled and touched the fist with his bounce, and made the little guy happy to make up his face.

After opening the door and letting Murphy and the donkey come in, Yang Lan glanced at himself and left a black mud print on the tile at the door when he came in. The brow couldn't help but pump.

He really wants to pick up the rag and wipe it clean.

But in front of Murphy, Yang Lan does not intend to be too concerned about this, because the predecessor did not have such a serious obsessive-compulsive disorder.

However, he couldn't help himself with a slimy, dirty look. After throwing a sentence, he hurriedly took the change of clothes and got into the narrow bathroom: "You sit first, I take a shower."

Murphy actually intends to send the cockroach to leave, the car opened by Mo Xiaojuan is still downstairs! But she looked at Yang Lan’s back and opened her mouth without making a sound.

Yang Lan was taking a shower, and the sound of the water was not blocked by the small plastic door. This sound, I heard that Murphy’s face was flushed, and even the noise was not noticed.

"I want to eat well!" The little guy is still very excited, but when he sees his mother ignore him, he runs around and looks for toys to play.

Not to mention, she also found a duckling that was carved by Yang Lan before, and played happily.

Murphy was paralyzed. She listened to the sound of water, and she couldn’t help but see the strong back of Yang Lan—although the memory of this four years ago is far away.

In order to divert attention, she looked at the residence of Yang Lan.

This is the first time she has carefully looked at this small house! She used to feel very depressed, and she sat down with the old-fashioned Yang Lan, and could not wait for a moment.

But now Murphy is a little surprised. She saw that Yang Lan’s residence is not bad, things are neatly arranged, and more importantly, the house is spotless, the kitchen is clean, and even a little clean Murphy can’t pick it up. Something went wrong.

Although it is still small, too small, all the rooms add up, there is no living room in her home, and the conditions of ventilation, sound insulation and so on still make her difficult to accept.

But Murphy glanced at her knees on the sofa and played with the ducklings. She had a special feeling: there is a taste of home, very warm!

However, before she could figure out the source of her emotions, Yang Lan had already walked out of the bathroom, and Yang Lan, wearing a tight vest and shorts, appeared in front of her.

Yang Wei’s height of one meter and eighty-seven, Murphy sat on the sofa and looked up, with a strong sense of impact.

What is more visually impacting is Yang Yang’s chest muscles that hold the vests and the abdominal muscles that can’t be covered at all. It’s the shape of the inverted triangle directly under the vest.

The moist water vapor has a delicate luster on the muscles of the bronze color of Yang Lan, and the strong hormonal breath rushes over, almost covering Murphy.

"You, what are you doing?" Murphy's chilly face floated red clouds, she asked nervously.

What? Yang licked the shredded wet hair and looked at Murphy inexplicably. What else can he do?

But he didn't say anything, Murphy's face was redder, as if the iceberg had melted and a bright red rose bloomed, with a hint of sorrow...

Yang Lan was afraid of the cold field and racked his brains to find a topic: "Don't you say you want to work?"

Amount, this is really going to be cold!