House Dad’s Literary Life

Guo Ziyi’s art exam is finally here. On this day, Jiangcheng Media University’s campus is as lively as the festival. Early, the vehicles that came to take the test blocked the campus, and Yang Yi gave up the idea of ​​going to sports.

It was Guo Ziyi. This guy was very upset and got up very early. He squatted at the school gate to “observe” the young ladies and sisters who were dressed up in the national color. Until they were about to take the exam, they hurried back and hugged the bag.

Yang Yi’s coffee shop has been decorated almost, and it’s okay, he wiped the cup in the store and opened it when he was thinking about it. Of course, the signboard is not done yet! He wants the quaint wooden brand, so it is hard to find a carpenter, order a set, have to wait a week.

“Papa!” came a vague shout from outside, so familiar and thinking, Yang Yi suddenly came back and looked out.

I saw a cute little angel waving at him with excitement, a sweet smile, bright big eyes, all worried about Yang Yi’s heart.

In fact, I still miss it!

Yang Yi quickly opened the door and just opened the door. The little guy couldn’t wait to rush: “Papa, Xixi miss you!”

“Dad also misses you very much.” Yang Yi bent over and hugged the little guy and said softly. Looking at her daughter’s joy, Yang Yi feels happiness flowing in her heart.

“cough cough!” Mo Fei, who was left out on the side, expressed his dissatisfaction with his existence.

Yang Yi At this time, she only put her sight on her body, but… Is this woman not too hot? In the spring and summer handover, I also wore a large windbreaker, a scarf, a wool hat, and a mask and sunglasses on my face. It was like a Eskimo living in the snow and ice!

“Are you not hot?” Yang Yi frowned and reached over and took off her wool hat.

Mo Fei was a little off-the-shelf about Yang Yi’s sudden concern. When Yang Yi took off her hat, she subconsciously shrank her head.

But it was already late. After the wool hat was taken off, Mo Fei’s wave-like hair sprinkled like a waterfall, and the air echoed with a fragrant aroma.

“What are you doing?” Mo Fei couldn’t help but feel a sigh, but on the surface it was a face to die. He reached out and grabbed the hat in Yang Yi’s hand, and angered the geology.

“Come to me, use it to dress like this?” Yang Yi took Xixi in and waited for Mo Fei to come in and asked plainly.

“Xixi knows why!” The little guy who was holding his father’s neck and refused to let go was very active. She raised her small arm and looked at her father with eagerness.

As if to say, want to know? Ask Xixi now!

Yang Yi scraped her little nose with her fingers, and said softly, “Xixi tells Dad!”

“Because Mama is afraid to be seen by reporters!” Xixi giggled, a pair of me very powerful.

Yang Yi suddenly understood. He remembered Chen Yijie who came over a few days ago. Are these big stars not the same?

Mo Fei took off the windbreaker jacket and took off the other cover, only to breathe a sigh of relief. It was really hot too! She shouted a little: “Why don’t you say that today is the day of Jiangcheng Media art exam? So many reporters, but the car is a little equipped!”

It is estimated that Mo Fei is not aware of the change in his tone. Perhaps it is Yang Yi’s slightly intimate action, which has made her loose.

Yang Yi frowned and looked at Mo Fei inexplicably. He said, “You didn’t inform me in advance? And, today is Wednesday, how do I expect you to come?”

Mo Fei stunned, she remembered that she really forgot! However, this time has come a little diligent, Mo Fei is somewhat casual, and feels like returning to his own home. Is it necessary to report back to his home?

Therefore, she said a bit uncomfortable: “Hey, can I still apply with you to come?”

Yang Yi was speechless for a moment. He felt that it was really troublesome to talk to a woman. The logic was not at a level, or there was no reason at all… Forget it, he simply did not accept this.

Mo Fei watched Yang Yi have a good time with her daughter. She was a little jealous to take Xixi up and then said with a sigh of relief: “Give me a cup of coffee, I want to see if your coffee shop is unqualified!”

Is it not easy to drink coffee? Yang Yi nodded and went to the bar to prepare for her.

Xixi is almost four years old, and it is higher than the children of the same age. Mo Fei, who can’t hold the little guy, took her hand and strolled in Yang Yi’s coffee shop to see some of his furnishings and decorations.

“The sofa is still very comfortable… What are these bookshelves? How is it empty?”

“Some are prepared to put on books, wait for me to buy them back, and then put them on. Some of them put some music CDs…”

“What about me?”

“What is yours?”

“I don’t care, I only promise you to put my album!” Mo Fei bit his lip and said with anger.

“How many of your talents? Wait until I have time to finish listening, let me talk.” Yang Yi didn’t care at all. He carried the brewed coffee and gently placed it on the table in front of Mo Fei.

However, in the face of coffee with aromas, Mo Fei was indifferent, but stared at Yang Yi’s eyes, her show was a bit cold.

“You can only put my album!” Mo Fei said in a word, “Let me let Xiaojuan send it to you!”

Yang Yi didn’t buy it. He said, “That can’t be done. I have to choose my side here, and I hope that all types can collect some classic CDs.”

Mo Fei looked with grievances and sadness in his eyes, but still licked his mouth coldly and looked at Yang Yi straight.

Yang Yi still really eats this set. He was seen by Mo Fei that he couldn’t resist it. He had to take a step back and said helplessly: “I will leave you a layer!”

“I want a bookshelf!” Mo Fei also took a step back, but she was still a little stubborn.

“Can’t put up so much…”

“I have a lot of, single CD, album, and photo book, the cover of some big magazines… and I will have a lot of songs in the future.”

Yang Yi waved his hand helplessly and said, “Okay, okay, pick one yourself!”

Mo Fei’s eyes flashed with joy. She pulled Xixi up, and the coffee couldn’t be drunk, but she pretended to slow down and patrol the arrogantly, pointing to the one that Yang Yi’s bar was facing. Bookshelf: “I want this! You are not allowed to put someone else’s CD!”

“Xixi, too, Xixi!” The little guy was excited too, she thought it was fun.

“Xixi doesn’t need it.” Yang Yi quickly took out a few wooden frames from the next box and said, “Xixi, Dad prepared these for you. At that time, Dad will put your paintings, hang them, and hang them around the wall. on.”

“Really? That Xixi wants to draw a lot of paintings!” the little guy surprised.

Mo Fei is a little jealous. This time, Yang Yi is thinking about her daughter so well. Why don’t she think about her for her?