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 Yi has not seen her daughter for two weeks.

When Mo Fei called, Yang Yi was sweating carrying the bookshelf in the little house. There are not many books left, he has already collected them, and they have saved Grandfather in a box on the second floor. Yang Yi has its own layout and plan.

Some bookshelves will of course put on some Yang Yi books that are interesting and thought-provoking, and some bookshelves, Yang Yi 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 and a warm atmosphere. It is enough to create a culture-rich atmosphere in the cafe!

However, Mo Fei’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 work in the afternoon, do you know? ”

Yang Yi stunned. He glanced at the time on the cell phone screen and was speechless.

What time is it?

Mo Fei did tell Yang Yi in advance that she wanted to send Xixi in advance, but the problem was that she used to arrive in the afternoon, so Yang Yi was idle in the morning. After finishing the morning work, she came here to pack herself. Coffee shop, I plan to go back at noon…

Who knows, Mo Fei actually came so early!

“Okay, I will be back now.” This little thing, Yang Yi did not mean to argue with Mo Fei. After receiving the call, he rushed back.

Mo Fei is very angry!

She was very busy. In order to save her image, Sis Ling 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 Xixi.

But when I thought about Yang Yi’s attitude on the day – she calmed down and found that she might have misunderstood Yang Yi, too late to repent, but she couldn’t stand it, and she couldn’t say anything if she apologized – Mo Fei decided to come to herself personally. 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 her want to dress up and see Yang Yi, but she took Xixi’s little hand and slammed into the door of Yang Yi’s dwelling, and saw the iron generals knocking the door… Mo Fei was blown up. .

The suspicious temper of Scorpio was motivated, and Mo Fei was still thinking about the bad:

Did he go to fool?

Going to other women?

Don’t Xixi and… forget it, don’t Xixi?

So, there was the scene when I just called.

However, when Mo Fei saw Yang Yi’s gray face and sweaty appearance on the stairway, Mo Fei’s previous anger, grievances, and suspicions vanished, and even the cold face seemed to melt.

“Papa!” Xixi saw that Dad was still very happy. She didn’t care about her father’s dirtyness. She rushed to want to hug her father.

But Mo Fei was a bit small, and Xixi was wearing a clean white dress, and 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?”

Just questioning Yang Yi’s has melted into a deep guilt.

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

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

However, Mo Fei believed, and she also made up her mind to move Yang Yi to work on the construction site. Who made Yang Yi really have a lot of dust on his body?

This man, for Xixi, is also desperately making money!

Suddenly, her heart felt sour and painful.

Yang Yi didn’t think so much. He smiled and touched the fist with Xixi, who jumped and jumped, and made the little guy happy to make up his face.

After opening the door and letting Mo Fei and Xixi come in, Yang Yi glanced at the time when he came in and left a dark black mud print on the tile at the door. The brow couldn’t help but pump.

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

But in front of Mo Fei, Yang Yi did 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.”

Mo Fei actually intends to send Xixi to leave, Mo Xiaojuan’s car is still downstairs! But she looked at Yang Yi’s back and opened her mouth without making a sound.

Yang Yi was taking a shower, and the sound of the water was not blocked by the small plastic door. This sound, Mo Fei’s face was flushed, and even Xixi’s noise was not noticed.

“Papa wants to eat Xixi!” The little guy was still very excited, but when he saw his mother ignore him, Xixi ran around and went looking for toys.

Not to mention, she also found a duckling that was hand-carved before Yang Yi and played happily.

Mo Fei was paralyzed. She listened to the sound of the water, and she couldn’t help but see Yang Yi’s strong back in her mind – although the memory of this four years ago is far away.

In order to divert her attention, she looked at Yang Yi’s residence.

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

But now Mo Fei is a little surprised. She saw that Yang Yi’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 Mo Fei 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 Mo Fei glanced at Xixi, who was kneeling on the sofa and playing with the duckling. 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 Yi had walked out of the bathroom, wearing Yang Yin, a tight tank top and shorts, and appeared in front of her.

Yang Yi The height of one meter eighty-seven, Mo Fei sat on the sofa and looked up, with a strong impact.

The more visual impact is Yang Yi’s chest muscles that hold the tank top and the abdominal muscles that can’t be covered at all. That’s the shape of the inverted triangle directly under the tank top.

The moist water vapor puts a layer of fine luster on the muscles of Yang Yi bronze. The strong hormonal breath rushes over and almost covers Mo Fei.

“You, what are you doing?” Mo Fei’s cold face fluttered with red clouds, she asked nervously.

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

But he didn’t say anything, Mo Fei’s face was redder, as if the iceberg had melted and bloomed with a bright red rose, with a hint of sorrow…

Yang Yi 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!