House Dad’s Literary Life

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The next day, Yang Yi went out for a meeting because of the cooperation between Sahara and Jiangcheng. He only played a symbolic moment, and Mo Fei stayed at home to see the children.

In the afternoon, Mo Fei received a call from her mother. She ran her legs and sat on the sofa with her mother talking and laughing.

Women and men are indeed two different creatures. Like Xixi, she often calls her friends, especially Lovisa. The two can’t meet each other once a year, but on Dad’s cell phone, Xixi Always talk to Lovisa!

Mo Fei is also the same. Although she is more introverted, she doesn’t have much good girlfriends. There are few friends in the entertainment circle who often contact, but with family members, such as mother, Mo Xiaojuan, or with few friends. For example, Sis Luo Xin of Shanghai TV Station «Zhi Xin Interview», Mo Fei is just like a normal woman, and it is a few hours!

Little right neck 宦杪杞 Xin hammer grandmother talking, but the little guy is a boy! How can you say so much? He was held by his mother, and pouts spoke to his grandmother for less than two minutes, and felt a little impatient.

Not fun!

Moreover, being held hot by my mother!

Xiaoying is clamoring to play down.

Mo Fei just smiled and put him down. However, she soon saw Xiaoyong walking out of the living room with her small legs. She grabbed the microphone and shouted to the little guy: “You can’t run around, not even. You can call Steamed Bun to open the door for you. It is dangerous to go outside to play!”

Xiaoyou smiled and ran away without looking back.

Mo Fei saw Xiao and Huangqiao squatting Steamed Bun playing, then let go of his heart, while continuing to talk on the phone, while watching the little guy’s movement, as long as they don’t run upstairs, or let Steamed Bun open the door to Going outside, Mo Fei is not very worried about the small 铡 O铡

After all, it is at home!

Steamed Bun was boring, and when he saw Xiaoying, Zheng was happy to shake his tail.

“Hey, hey!” Xiaoying said, picking up his hand and laughing with satisfaction, but soon, his eyes fell on the mat of Steamed Bun sleeping.

“Hey? Here! Sister’s!” Xiao Yujie judged to stop his childish voice and snorted, approached, and looked at the pen resting on the ground in amazement.

How is my sister’s pen here?

It’s a little oil. He was left here last night. The little guy played with his sister’s pen and then ran to show off with Steamed Bun, but suddenly he heard that Dad said he was going to eat, and he was happy to drop the pen. I ran to the dining room…

However, Xiao Wei hangs up and Steamed Bun comes over the collection. He slaps the head of Steamed Bun and says, “Steamed Bun is not awkward!”

Steamed Bun replied to the dog’s face with a split mouth to respond to the smile of the little master. It thought that the little master was praising himself, excitedly swaying his tail and trying to please the little master.

Since I found my sister’s pen, Xiao Yong’s rice is like a foundation.

Yesterday the little guy found the trick to open the pen. When the two little hands pulled hard, he unscrewed the pen cover and revealed a short pen tip.

Steamed Bun stood on one side, his head raised high, and he looked at him while he was angry.

However, what should I do to open the pen cover?

Xiaoyoujian judged Wuyuan and thought about it. He thought of his sister painting for himself that day. His eyes lit up, and he smiled and screamed loudly: “Drawing!”

Mo Fei was on the phone in the living room, didn’t pay attention to the small glaze bench and thought that he was talking to Steamed Bun again, so she just glanced at the small wall and covered the wall, but still I can see the little guy’s little ass, so Mo Fei has no reaction.

Mo Fei was able to see Xiao Su Na sang because it was a small temptation to imitate her sister! When the sister was painting him, let him sit down and not move!

I saw the little guy kneeling down with his little buttocks, holding the pen in his right hand, but pressing the back of Steamed Bun with his left hand and groaning, “Sit, Steamed Bun, sit…”

Steamed Bun was very obedient. He had been trained by Yang Yi in the past, so when he heard the little master say that he was sitting, it was very clever to the back leg and the front legs supported and sat down.

Steamed Bun haha ​​spit out his tongue, and the dog’s eyes showed his enthusiasm as always. However, in fact, it was just that the eyes grew like this. Steamed Bun was very happy to follow the little man’s moving body and turned his head, thinking that the little master was Play games with it.

That would be great!

If there is no master to accompany the game, or play with the three big fat cats, Steamed Bun will be bored and broken!

Xiaoyou, with the little lady, sat down with Steamed Bun with a little head and muttered, “Draw a picture!”

I saw the little guy got up and walked to the white wall. The wall on the stairwell was not tiled…

How can you draw a little charming knocking alcohol?

In particular, the ballpoint pen painted on the wall, Xiaoyan (11) Zheng himself drawn a line, all twisted, the nib will also pull out a little powder on the wall, with his handwriting falling down!

“Hey?” The little guy sighed in surprise, and he turned to look at Steamed Bun, seeming to share his discovery with Steamed Bun.

When Steamed Bun’s line of sight touched the little owner, he lowered his head and lifted it up later. However, at this moment, Xiaoyou didn’t communicate with it any more. The little one continued to use the pen to “scratch” on the wall with interest. stand up.

The thing that painted Steamed Bun was suddenly stirred up by Xiao Youchao, and he felt that it was necessary to do a very powerful inquiry!

I saw the little guy starting from the edge of the wall, grabbing the pen and slamming it on the wall! A long trace appeared on the wall, and the little 踊 踊 庥 淳 淳 淳 鼗 鼗 鼗 鼗 鼗 鼗 鼗 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 S S S S S S S

Steamed Bun’s tail was boring and posed, and the body didn’t move. It was just a half turn around the head and looked at the little master. It seemed to be used to this kind of rebellious day…

Xixi’s pen is drawn like this, and it is estimated that it can’t be written!

But the little sorrow, he also felt that this discovery was very interesting, and he still filled with joy and wanted to wait for her sister to come back and tell her!

“Hey!” Xiaoxiao pulled a few times and found some Baibai powder on the floor next to the wall. His foot pedals stepped on it and printed a few small footprints!

This is too fun!

Xiao Yong (14) 饬α15. He moved, he forgot to continue to “paint”, excitedly stepped on those powders to step on.

Mo Fei talked to her mother and said that she had heard the small stairway of the stairs, and she was not suspected of having him. She was relieved to stay in the sofa.