MTL - House Dad’s Literary Life-Chapter 1213 Big "artist" Xiao Yan (1/3)

In fact, after Xiao Xiao got the pen from her sister, she played and didn't know where she was thrown. In the evening, she didn't think about it.

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

In the afternoon, Murphy 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 cockroaches, she often calls her friends, especially Lu Weisha, who can’t touch each other once a year, but on Dad’s mobile phone. , I often find Lu Weisha to chat!

Murphy is also the same. Although her personality is more introverted, she doesn't have much good girlfriends. There are few friends who are often in contact with the entertainment circle, but with family, such as mother, Mo Xiaojuan, or with a few. Friends, such as Luo Dujie, the "Music Interview" of Modu TV Station, Murphy is still like a normal woman, a chat is a few hours!

Xiao Yan was also called by her mother to talk to her grandmother, but the little guy is a boy! How can you say so much? He was held by his mother, and with a small mouth and a grandmother talking for less than two minutes, he felt a little impatient.

Not fun!

Moreover, being held hot by my mother!

Xiao Yan is struggling to get down and play with himself.

Murphy had to smile and put him down. However, she soon saw Xiao Yan walking the living room with her small legs. She grabbed the microphone and shouted to the little guy: "You can't run around. Can't even call the buns to open the door for you. It is dangerous to go outside to play!"

Xiaoxiao smiled and ran away without looking back.

Murphy saw that Xiaoxiao just ran to the stairway to play with the buns, and then let go of his heart, while continuing to talk on the phone, while paying attention to the movement of the little guy, as long as they did not run upstairs, or let the buns open the door to go outside. Murphy is not very worried that Xiaoyan will be in danger.

After all, it is at home!

The buns were boring and boring. When I saw Xiaoyan appear, I happily swayed my tail, and I sneaked in my fart and turned my head down at the foot of Xiaoyan’s feet. I was so excited that I was so obsessed!

"Hey, hey!" Xiao Xiao was smashed by the buns and smiled with satisfaction, but soon, his eyes fell on the mat where the buns slept.

"Hey? Here! Sister's!" Xiao Yan whispered his mouth, snorted with his childish voice, approached, and looked at the pen resting on the ground in amazement.

How is my sister's pen here?

Xiaoxi forgets that he was left here last night. The little guy played with his sister’s pen and then ran to show off with the buns, but suddenly he heard that Dad said he was going to eat, and he was happy to lose. I ran to the dining room...

However, Xiao Yan thought that it was the buns who came over the collection. He patted the head of the buns and said, "The buns are not!"

But the buns licked the dog's face with the open mouth to respond to the smile of the little master. It thought that the little master was praising himself, excitedly wag his tail and tried to please the little master.

Since I found my sister's pen, Xiao Yan took it and played it.

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.

The buns stood on one side, their heads lifted high, and they looked at each other while they were angry.

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

Xiaoxiao took a small head 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!"

Murphy was on the phone in the living room, not paying attention to what Xiaoyan was saying, thinking that he was talking to the buns again, so she just glanced at the side of Xiaoxiao, the wall covered a little. But still can see the little guy's small butt, so Murphy did not react.

Murphy was able to see Xiao Yan’s ass, because Xiao Xiao was imitating 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 the buns on his left hand and groaning, "Sit, buns, sit..."

The buns are very obedient. I have been trained by Yang Hao in the past, so I heard the little master say that sitting, it is very clever to the back of the leg, the front legs supported and sat down.

The buns happily spit on the tongue, and the dog's eyes showed the ambiguity as always. However, in fact, it was just that the eyes grew like this. The buns were very happy to follow the little man's small body and turned his head, thinking that the little master was talking to it. play games.

That would be great!

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

Xiao Yan learned her sister, and with the big adults as a little satisfied with the buns, a little head, muttered: "To draw!"

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

How can a painting be as simple as a small one?

In particular, the ballpoint pen painted on the wall, and Xiaoyan found that one of his own lines was twisted and twisted, and the nib would also pour out a little powder on the wall, as his handwriting fell!

"Hey?" The little guy sighed in surprise, and he turned his head to look at the buns, seeming to share his discovery with the buns.

When the buns' eyes were in contact with the little master, they lowered their heads and then lifted them up. However, at this moment, Xiaoyan had not communicated with it anymore. The little one continued to use the pen to "scratch" on the wall with interest. stand up.

The things that were painted for the buns were suddenly thrown into the back of the brain, 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 cockroaches still slid into it, and reached the buns.

The tail of the steamed buns swayed boringly, and the body did not move. It was just a half turn around the head and looked at the little master. It seemed to be accustomed to this kind of rebellious day...

The sly pen is so drawn, it is estimated that it can't be written!

But where did Xiao Yan think of this, he still felt that his discovery was very interesting, and he was still happy to wait for her sister to come back and tell her!

“Hey!” Xiao Yan pulled a few strokes and found some white powder on the floor next to the wall. His feet were stepping on it and several small footprints were printed!

This is too fun!

Oz’s attention was immediately diverted, and he forgot to continue to “paint” and step on it with excitement on those powders.

Murphy talked to her mother on the phone, and she always heard the laughter of the small stairway. She didn't doubt him, and she rested on the sofa with confidence.