House Dad’s Literary Life

Chuntian Kindergarten in the middle class, I enjoyed a star-like treatment, and the little friends gathered around, and even Yang Qiqi looked at her with her little eyes, followed by two rushing Wang Xiwei. And watch the lively little bells.

"Hey, your mother is actually a star of singing!" Chen Shiyun said.

Lan Xin proudly said: "I have known this for a long time, we have dinner together, and my mother is super good."

"That doesn't talk about loyalty, don't tell me to listen!" Chen Shiyun said unhappy.

Chen Shiyun did not know where to learn the word "speaking loyalty" and began to abuse it.

He was bombarded by his friends, and finally found a chance to speak. She said with a little anxiousness: "Chen Shiyun, don't you be angry? I, I didn't mean to tell you, I said." I can't say it."

"I am not angry!" Chen Shiyun is also a thick nerve, turned his head and forgot that he was unhappy, and said awkwardly.

"Hey, are we still good friends in the future?" Nan Zhaoyu asked in a whisper.

This little boy is now a lot more savvy, more introverted than before, but also more sensitive, but it is also sensible. Because his father is still in the recovery period, he needs the care of his mother in life. As a result, his mother will take care of him less. Nan Zhaoyu needs to know how to take care of himself and care for his father.

"Of course, a good friend!" He nodded hard and smiled sweetly.

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In the evening, I went to school and played with my friends for a day. The little girl ran out of the classroom happily and saw the dad in the crowd. She shouted happily, with one hand and one hand. Lift it so that it can hold the shoulder strap of the small school bag that slipped down, and then ran over.

She couldn't take care of her bag and couldn't wait to get into her father's arms.

Yang Wei was just talking to a few parents. They are fans of Murphy. Of course, the excitement in front of the children is still restrained. They are just asking if Yang Lan can buy some Murphy's signature albums.

"Like this, tomorrow is still this time, I will bring it to you." Yang Yan smiled and nodded to each other.

"Okay, thank you very much, Muzi is up! Hey, the child is so cute..." Several fan parents left with satisfaction and did not forget to praise it before leaving.

At this time, Yang Lan had time to arrange the headband and hair for her daughter in the arms. He said softly: "How is it so happy today? Is there any fun things happening in kindergarten?"

He shook his head hard. She held her father's neck tightly, and her little head glared at Dad's shoulder. She said sweetly and greasyly: "No, hey, I miss you!"

At this time, Chen Shiyun and Nan Zhaoyu passing by both greeted Yang Lan, and Yang Lan was also busy responding.

"Hey, have you thought about me?" He reached out and turned his father's face and said with a small mouth.

This is sticky, it really makes people like it!

Yang Lan’s original gloomy mood seemed to be blown away by the fairy screaming out of the little girl. His face showed a smile of sunshine and said: “Of course, Dad also wants to marry!”

The little girl just smirked at this moment.

However, in addition to the kindergarten, on the road, suddenly wrinkled a small nose, sniffing on Dad's body, like a dog.

Yang Yu’s heart was awkward, and he pretended to calmly ask: “What? Isn’t Dad’s body stinking?”

No reason!

After handling the hand, Yang Lan also specially disguised it. With a fake ID card, he quickly washed the bath several times in order to wash away the pungent smell and suffocation.

My eyes were a little confused. She looked at her father and shook her head, but nodded again.

“What do you mean?” Yang Hao opened the door and placed the squat on the safety seat in the back seat and fastened the seat belt.

"I don't know, it's stinky, but it's not stinky, I don't know..." he said confusedly.

"That is not stinky!" Yang Yan smiled and licked his head, said gently.

He has thoroughly cleaned up. With his sense of smell, he can't feel the smell at all. He doesn't know where it smells from smell. Is it intuitive that it is so flexible that it smells through time and space?

After Yang Lan started the car, for a while, he said with a small mouth: "Hey, have you drunk?"

"No! After Dad promised you, he almost never drunk." Yang Yan said with a smile.

"That's okay, you are a child!" He finally left the confusion just now, and he didn't want to think about it. She showed a cute smile from the little angel behind her.

In fact, Yang Lan’s heart is very deep in the heart. Without the calmness of his expression, he seems to be able to see through everything. He gives him strong pressure. The smile that is really innocent that day seems to be A mirror reveals the sin of Yang Lan.

In the future, I still have to be a good person... Yang Lan does not want to be tortured by her daughter.

"Cough, oh, your grandfather is coming!" Yang Lan transferred the topic and smiled.

“grandpa?” he cried in surprise. “Grandpa is coming?”

"In the future, try to speak Chinese, call my grandfather!" Yang Hao corrected her, and then said, "Your grandfather is not coming, he is coming, he should be on the plane now, but I don’t know tomorrow. , or will come the day after tomorrow."

"grandpa..." I remembered my father's words, and quickly changed my mouth, and said with exultation, "The grandfather came to see you. Last time, I called my grandfather last time. I said that I want to be a grandfather!"

Yang Lan’s heart smiles: If it’s that simple, it’s fine.

"Hey, Dad wants to ask you, do you know what your grandfather likes?" Yang asked while driving.

Thinking about it with a small head, then said: "I know, my grandfather likes to drink, but hemp, and grandma does not drink for the grandfather, drinking is not obedient!"

Yang Lan frowned and thought: Do you want to buy a bottle of good wine for the old man? Give it to others, and express your own mind.

"Hey, does your grandfather like red wine or white wine? Or is it..." Yang Lan asked carefully.

I was asked, but where did she hear about this?

"It's wine! Grandpa likes to drink!" The little girl said very seriously, as if she was worried that her father would misunderstand.

Ok, white asked!

"Is there any other hobby in the grandfather?" Yang Lan asked.

"The grandfather likes the gun, it is very big, and it will be very loud and scary!" He once again raised an unreliable answer.

"do you have anything else?"

"Hey... Grandpa likes... likes you?" He also got entangled. She was only three years old before she returned to China. I remember that I live so much.

"Well, it doesn't matter..." Yang Lan's voice did not fall, and the little girl behind her was happy to call.

"I know, hey, I know!" cried.

Yang Lan looked at the daughter in the rearview mirror and smiled at her eyes. She raised her eyebrows and asked, "What else?"

He giggled and said: "There is me! Grandpa likes it!"

Yang Lan was smirking, although he knew that his niece was not reliable, but he still asked, and then he did not ask.