House Dad’s Literary Life

Chapter 221 Everything has me (24)

I'm really rich! Yang Yi explained to Murphy about his source of income with a laugh and tears, and only reluctantly made Murphy recognize the concept of his wealth.

However, Murphy was still a little worried: Yang Yi, the entertainment industry may not be what you think, and it can't be solved by spending money, just like when I release an album, we need to collect songs, and we also need to hire producers and promote them. Wait, the most important first one needs the company's resource support, not every time a songwriter like Mu Ziang helps me write a whole album of songs!

It's okay, you believe me, Mu Ziang will write a song for you next time! Yang Yi smiled, his right fingers were juxtaposed, cut down, and half-jokingly said, I put a kitchen knife on On his neck, see if he wants it or not.

Jing is talking nonsense! Murphy couldn't help laughing, and said angrily, You are so stupid, don't talk about Mu Ziang, no one will write songs for me in the future!

Just kidding! Yang Yi patted Murphy's hand and laughed, Anyway, whether it's the song or the studio, you don't have to worry about it, I have a way to help you solve it.

Even if it is the most troublesome record issue, Yang Yi actually has a solution. He has a good relationship with Tianxiang Records in Hong Kong City. The big deal is that he will write two more songs for Chen Yijie to sell some favors, and they will always help.

Everything has me! Yang Yi said softly.

Murphy's heart warmed. Although she told her rationally that Yang Yi, a guy who had nothing to do with the entertainment industry, said this was just a manifestation of chauvinism, but her sensibility still touched her emotions.

There was an impulse like the wild grass growing wildly in spring, Murphy's eyes were a little red, and there seemed to be something flowing in his smart eyes, and the hand holding Yang Yi was warm and humid.

Yang Yi has already figured out the depth of Murphy, how can she not see her emotional performance? If there is no daughter on the side, I am afraid that this dining table can become their fiery battlefield with just one arm sweeping away the pots and pans...

However, the existence of Xixi turned all these crazy ideas into bubbles. The little girl appeared at the right time, interrupting the emotions that parents had just brewed.

Baba, Baba! Xiaohui and Duo Duo are not good, they, they are stinking on the balcony! The little girl ran over to complain, shouting from a distance.

Looking at Yang Yi's helpless appearance, Murphy pursed her lips and snickered, with a flush on her face.

Yang Yi looked at Murphy's snickering, and reached out and pinched the bridge of her delicate nose with hatred, and said, Come to my room at night!

Xixi has already run over, she came to drag her father's hand, and while pulling him to the balcony, she said, Baba, come and see, Xiaohui and Duo Duo are pulling stinky on the balcony again!

How do you know it's Xiao Hui and Duo Duo? What about Xiao Jia? Yang Yi asked with a smile.

Little girl is very good, she won't go to the balcony! Xixi quickly defended.

Under the leadership of Xixi, Yang Yi came to the balcony and found the two black objects, one on the floor and the other in the flowerpot, with different shapes and colors.

Xiao Hui, Duo Duo, come here, recognize it, and see if this is a good thing you did! Yang Yi turned his head and called out.

Duo Duo, who was squatting on the cat climbing frame, glanced at his master, turned his head lazily, and got into the rockery cave, leaving only his butt outside.

On the contrary, Xiao Hui was active. It swayed its tail and walked over slowly, and the little girl followed behind the big guy.

Xiao Hui, did you pull these two stinkers? Yang Yi asked with a smile.

When Xixi saw Xiaojiao also running over, she bent down, picked it up, scratched Xiaojiao's chin habitually, and pouted her mouth and said, It must not be pulled by Xiaojiao, right? Xiaojiao is like this. good.

The little girl rubbed the palm of the little master affectionately, thinking that the little master was going to play with it again.

The overly smart Xiao Hui is here without silver 300 taels. It meows, turns around at Yang Yi's feet, and rubs it flatteringly. Finally, it stretches out its claws with some fingernails and hooks it. The master's trouser legs, trying to make the master go away.

Don't look at it, do I want to lose face? Xiao Hui seemed to be coquettish.

It looks like it's you! Yang Yi squatted down with a smile, hugged Xiao Hui's big round face, and lightly flicked its forehead.

In fact, there is no force, just to scare the most naughty guy.

Xiao Hui was in pain, and with a meow, he quickly turned around and struggled away, then squatted on the side, rubbing his paw with his head aggrievedly, as if it was still hurting.

Hey, don't hit it! Cats are not human, so they don't understand your lesson. At this time, Murphy came over, squatted down to appease Xiao Hui, and said angrily.

I'm not trying too hard? Yang Yi scratched his head.

The cat's emotions are very sensitive. If you hit it, the next time it's afraid of you, it won't play with you! Murphy, a senior cat slave, explained, They don't stink in their toilets, maybe it's you It's been too long since you changed cat litter for them?

The little girl in Xixi's arms was also restless at this time. Taking advantage of Xixi's lack of stability, she turned around and kicked her legs, kicked on Xixi's belly, and then jumped off Xixi's body.

Little girl, where are you going? Xixi hurriedly chased back to the living room, she forgot that she was here to complain to her father just now, she giggled, pulled out the plastic support ball wrapped with the bell, and played with the little girl up.

Ring Ling Ling! As soon as this artifact came out, it immediately attracted the attention of all the kittens. Even if Duo Duo jumped off the cat climbing frame, Xiao Hui didn't care about the grievance and jumped out of Murphy. chased the past.

Yang Yi and Murphy cleaned up the mess. He swept the two clumps of cat feces into the garbage bag and mopped the floor several times. Murphy helped replace the cat litter in the three cat toilets.

Cats are felines after all, and they have a strong sense of territorial division. Although they are siblings, Xiaohui will never share a toilet with their siblings, so Yang Yi purchased a cat with a cover for each of them. The toilet, this kind of cat toilet with an enclosed space, was very popular with the three little English shorts when it was first bought.

After a period of training, they have become accustomed to using the cat toilet to solve the problem, but today they are stinking outside again, which makes Yang Yi a little puzzled.

Murphy explained to Yang Yi: In fact, you often clean their feces, but you can't do it without replacing them with new cat litter. Over time, cats will dislike them, because these old cat litter are already there. taste.

Cat litter is a consumable item, every time you use our special shovel to shovel shit, you must also remember to shovel off one piece of cat litter and add new cat litter, so that the cat will I'd like to continue to stink in the cat toilet. This time Murphy simply dumped all the cat litter from the three cat toilets into the garbage bag that Yang Yi brought.

Then Yang Yi came over with a heavy cat litter bag and refilled the cat toilet.

After a while, facing the cat toilet in the corner of the study, Xiaojiao, Duoduo, and Xiaohui stood in a row. At this moment, Xiaohui, who was restless, was all lying on his stomach.

Xixi moved a small bench and sat in a row with the kittens mischievously, looking at her mother with a smile.

Murphy was not as vicious as Yang Yi. She picked up the kittens one by one, and even the coldest Duo Duo narrowed her eyes and enjoyed Murphy's intimacy.

While stroking its thin hair, Murphy pointed to the cat toilet, and said softly, This is your toilet, Dodo. In the future, you must obediently pull the smelly smell in the toilet. If you are obedient, Mama will be rewarded.

Xixi sat on the small stool, twisting back and forth, as if she was playing with a Trojan horse. She unwillingly called out, Where is mine? What about me?

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