House Dad’s Literary Life

When Yang Lan sang, Murphy finally ended his two-day announcement in the field and dragged his tired body back home.

Just opened the door, and I noticed it. She happily broke away from the babysitter's arms and ran over it: "Ma Ma! I want to die!"

The little guy is wearing a cute pajamas, and his left hand is still holding a bear puppet, very cute.

"Ma Ma also wants to marry." Murphy will hug her up, and her daughter kissed her face intimately. Her glamorous face finally showed a smile, and the tiredness on her face seemed to dissipate. .

"Did you have dinner? Have you heard anything at home?" Murphy asked softly.

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The little guy also extended a small arm, white hair like a small wrist, the skin is smooth and delicate.

Murphy had a mischievous smile, avoided the small arm, and got his head into the neck of his neck, took a deep breath, and then said in a serious way: "Well, very sweet!"

Shrinking his head and giggling: "No, no, itchy..."

"Miss Miss, have you eaten yet? I am going to give you a hot meal?" The nanny looked at the mother and daughter for a while before they came over and asked with concern.

"Zhu Xi, no, I have eaten on the plane." Murphy smiled and said, "You should go to rest first, let me come."

The nanny Zhu Xi is an aunt who is invited by Mo Xiaojuan in his hometown. He knows the roots and knows the truth. He is honest and honest, and will not leak secrets. Murphy is still relieved.

Even so, every time Murphy went to the field to participate in activities, he was uneasy and always afraid of being unsafe at home. Especially in this two-day business trip, she finished the phone with her daughter in the evening, and she will still be awakened by nightmares in the middle of the night.

It’s a joy to come back, but Murphy knows that unless he gives up his singer career, otherwise, the days of flying around and not going home will only increase!

At night, Murphy put on a silk pajamas, lazily squatting on the bed, leaning against the left arm, holding the scorpion and watching her dolls on the bed.

Obviously, at home, Murphy will not bind himself. The pajamas are completely vacuumed. Looking into the low-hanging neckline, you can see the two rounds full of greasy white, squeezed under the grip of two arms. There is a deep ditch that can **** a man's gaze into it.

Silk satin, such as satin, is very light and thin, along the back of Murphy's waist, and thrown up on the high buttocks, showing the original charm of the curve without any cover.

The most pretty thing is the pair of raised feet, clean as snow, smooth as jade, but unfortunately less bright nail polish - Murphy has no leisure to paint, otherwise, it gives a strong visual impact.

Of course, this beauty, no man can appreciate.

And Murphy was only lazy to let go of her time when she was alone. She was still a very conservative person.

Now Murphy’s expression is slightly melancholy. Although she looks at her daughter’s play, she is actually thinking about her mind.

She still has to work, otherwise she will not make up her mind to come back, but this is subject to great competitive pressure!

But what should I do? Murphy knows that he will be more and more busy in the future. Can't he always leave his family at home?

"Or, send the donkey to her father?" The idea just came out, and Murphy shocked himself.

How could this be?

Whoever entrusts to take care of them can not entrust their daughter to Yang Lan!

In October, I will go to the ground. In the past four years, I have been a piece of meat in the heart of Murphy. When I handed my daughter to Yang Lan, Murphy felt that the meat with my heart was taken away!

I usually go to my father's house for a weekend, and I am happy to not come back!

If you stay in Dad’s house for a long time, will the little one remember that she still has a mother?

Murphy thinks it is delicious!

"Let_it_go, let_it_go, can't_hold_it_back_any_more..." I am playing with these two little dolls, one is a girl's doll, the other is a little pig, singing while walking like a family. go with.

Huh?

Murphy is very busy recently, and she rarely pays attention to what song her daughter is singing! But this time, she finally understood, the little guys are sipping songs from time to time, not only singing English songs, but also the melody is very good!

"Hey, what are you singing?" Murphy asked the distracting thoughts and asked curiously.

"Singing, singing..." With a small head, think about it and find that Dad didn't say the name of the song. He said, "Sing a song of Aisha's sister!"

Aisha sister?

Murphy stunned, and she subconsciously regarded Aisha as a female singer abroad.

"Where did you study?" Murphy was puzzled.

Even if she was abroad when she was a year or two, Murphy didn’t feel that she could sing English songs alone. After all, she still insisted on Chinese education at home! But now that I’m actually singing a word, this is not something that can be achieved casually!

"Teach me!" said with a look of adoration, "Give me a story about Anna and Aisha, and teach you to sing!"

If Yang Lan will tell her daughter a story, Murphy still believes, after all, this man still loves his daughter!

But Yang Lan teaches to sing English songs? Murphy felt that his understanding was somewhat subverted!

What the hell?

This guy can speak English?

In Murphy’s impression, Yang Lan is a big brother who has not read many books – the same is true. Of course, this is not a disgust, but for this reason, they have always been unable to find a common topic, and the gap is getting deeper and deeper!

It must be what he has given to his daughter!

Murphy snorted in dissatisfaction.

"Hey, it's time to sleep, is your mother reading the story to you?" Murphy sat down on the bed and took a children's storybook from the bedside cabinet and patted the position around him.

She usually tells stories to her, but it is usually before she goes to sleep, she holds a story book and asks her to speak! Today is so active, Murphy is because of his heart.

Who said that only you can tell a story to your daughter? Oh, I can too!

Hey, happily, screaming, twisting his little ass, crawling over, the fragrance is softly dependent on the mother's arms.

"In the forest, there is a little white rabbit..." With his daughter, Murphy’s voice is no longer cold, but like Teresa Teng, gentle as water, this is probably the iceberg goddess that others have never seen before!

Under the comfort of her mother's voice, she gradually entered her dreams.

Murphy held her daughter and let her sleep on her small pillow. Then she picked up her hair with some distress and gently kissed the little girl's face.

"Hey..." sighed faintly.

Murphy also turned off the lights, but the tired face did not reveal sleepiness, and the beautiful eyes were somewhat confused.

The thought that came out before was once again in my heart...