House Dad’s Literary Life

Guo Ziyi's art test is finally here. Today, the campus of Jiangcheng Media University is as lively as a festival. Early, the vehicles that came to take the test blocked the campus, and Yang Yi gave up the idea of ​​exercising.

On the other hand, Guo Ziyi has a big heart. He got up early, squatted at the school gate and observed the young ladies and sisters who were dressed in national looks. It was only when the exam was about to come back that he hurried back with his bags and rushed over.

Yang Yi's coffee shop was almost decorated, and there was nothing left or right, so he wiped the cups in the shop and wondered when it would open. Of course, the sign is not ready yet! He wanted that kind of quaint brand of wood art, so he finally found a carpenter and ordered a set, and he had to wait for a week.

Baba! A faint shout came from outside, so familiar and thinking about it, Yang Yi suddenly came back to his senses and quickly looked out.

Outside the closed glass window, a cute little angel waved to him excitedly, with a sweet smile and big bright eyes, all concerned about Yang Yi's heart.

Actually, I still miss it!

Yang Yi hurried over to open the door, just as soon as the door opened, the little guy couldn't wait to pounce: Baba, Xixi misses you so much!

Dad misses you too. Yang Yi bent down and hugged the little guy, and said softly. Looking at her daughter's happy appearance, Yang Yi felt that happiness was flowing in her heart.

Cough cough! Murphy, who was left out in the cold, expressed his existence with some dissatisfaction.

At this time, Yang Yi turned his attention to her, but... Isn't this woman too hot? At the handover of spring and summer, I still wear a windbreaker, a scarf, a woolen hat, and a mask and sunglasses on my face, just like an Eskimo living in the ice and snow!

Aren't you hot? Yang Yi frowned, reached out, and took off her wool cap.

Murphy was a little caught off guard by Yang Yi's sudden concern, and when Yang Yi took off her hat, she shrank her head subconsciously.

But it was already too late. After the beanie was taken off, Murphy's wavy hair fell like a waterfall, and the air was filled with the scent of silk.

What are you doing? Murphy couldn't help but feel agitated, but on the surface, he was desperate to save face. He reached out and snatched the hat from Yang Yi's hand, and asked angrily.

Come to me, do you need to dress up like this? Yang Yi went in with Xixi in his arms, and asked plainly after Murphy came in.

Xixi knows why! The little guy who hugged his father's neck and refused to let go was very active. She raised her arms and looked at her longingly.

As if to say, want to know? Just ask Xixi!

Yang Yi scratched the bridge of her nose with his fingers in a funny way, and said in a soft voice, Then Xixi, tell Dad!

Because Mama is afraid of being seen by reporters! Xixi giggled, looking like I was very powerful.

Yang Yi suddenly understood, he remembered Chen Yijie who came a few days ago, aren't all these big stars like this?

Murphy took off his windbreaker jacket and took off other cover ups before he breathed a sigh of relief, it was really too hot just now! She said slightly angrily, Why don't you say that today is the day for Jiang Chuanyi's art test? With so many reporters, luckily there is some equipment in the car!

It is estimated that Murphy didn't realize the change in her tone. Perhaps it was Yang Yi's slightly intimate gesture that made her a little loose.

Yang Yi frowned, looked at Murphy puzzled, and said, You didn't notify me in advance, did you? Besides, today is Wednesday, how could I expect you to come?

Murphy was stunned for a moment before she remembered that she really forgot! However, this period of time has come a little diligently, and Murphy is a little casual. It feels like going back to his own home. Do you need to report in advance when you go back to your own home?

So, she said a little unhappily: Hey, do I still need to apply to 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 the same level, or it was not reasonable at all... Forget it, he simply didn't answer the question.

Murphy watched Yang Yi and her daughter have a good time. She went up and hugged Xixi with a bit of jealousy, and then said arrogantly: Make me a cup of coffee, I want to see if your coffee shop is qualified!

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

Xixi was almost four years old, and she was taller than children of the same age. Murphy couldn't hold the little guy, so he held 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 for? Why are they empty?

Some are going to be put on the books, and when I buy them back and read them, I will put them on one after another. There are also some music CDs...

What about mine?

What's yours?

I don't care, I only allow you to show my album! Murphy said angrily, biting his lower lip.

How many are yours? Let's talk about it when I find time to listen. Yang Yi didn't care at all. He took the brewed coffee and gently placed it on the table in front of Murphy.

However, in the face of the mellow coffee, Murphy was indifferent, but stared at Yang Yi's eyes tightly, her show eyes a little cold.

Only show my album! Murphy said word by word, I'll ask Xiaojuan to bring it to you later!

But Yang Yi didn't buy it. He said, That's not good. I have to choose the ones here, and I hope that all types can collect some classic CDs.

There was grievance and sadness in Murphy's eyes, but he still pursed his lips and looked straight at Yang Yi.

Yang Yi really took this set, but Murphy saw that he couldn't resist, so he took a step back and said helplessly: I'll leave you a layer!

I want a bookshelf! Murphy also took a step back, but she was still a little stubborn.

I can't put so much...

I have a lot of CDs, albums, photo albums, and covers of some big magazines... and I will release a lot of songs in the future.

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

Murphy's eyes flashed with joy, she pulled Xixi up, not even drinking coffee, but she pretended to be reserved and slowed down, patrolled proudly, and pointed to Yang Yi's bar directly opposite The bookshelf: I want this! You are not allowed to put other people's CDs!

Xixi wants it too, Xixi wants it too! The little guy was also jumping excitedly, she thought it was fun.

No need for Xixi's. Yang Yi hurriedly took out a few wooden frames from the box next to him and said, Xixi, Dad has prepared these for you, when the time comes, Dad will frame your paintings and hang them around. the wall.

Really? Then Xixi has to draw a lot of pictures! The little guy said in surprise.

Murphy was a little jealous again. This time, Yang Yi thought about her daughter so well, why didn't she think about her on her own initiative?