Chapter 948: Heaven has a reincarnation, who is jealous and spares (4/4, for the wolf's rewards plus more)

Faced with this problem, Yang Lan has been very calm. It seems that he has long expected the general, just smiled and said: "The former girlfriend? Does not exist."
This answer, with the Yang Yang past network buzzwords, gives this world of entertainment reporters a refreshing feeling! A lot of reporters surrounded by the eyes were bright, and they quickly recorded the words of Yang Lan on their own small books.
Former girlfriend? nonexistent!
This sentence can be a title alone!
Of course, the reporter who raised the question is still unsatisfied and can't help but ask: "How did you write such a sad love song? Is it because your relationship with Murphy has experienced twists and turns?"
Murphy’s hand with Yang Lan couldn’t help but tightened. Yang Lan felt it. He quietly pinched the softness of Murphy and continued to calmly say:
It should have been the next reporter’s question, but I Still answer this question again! The experience of a creator is limited, but his imagination is infinite, just like the fairy tales I once wrote, and the new book I will be publishing, Narnia. Legend, these books are completely imaginary. You never think that I have experienced those strange things? We rely on imagination to eat, not personal experiences."
"This new album is mainly hurting emotional songs. It is also because many fans feel that they are always tired of listening to the songs we love. They said that they want to listen to some songs like "Listening to the Sea". After I studied with Murphy, I feel that it is necessary to listen to the suggestions of the fans, so I have conceived some sad emotional stories in my mind, and the inspiration comes..."
Yang Lan’s last sentence was a bit sloppy, but the reporters did not entangle themselves on this issue.
After a few rounds of questions, the last reporter who was named was asked a question that was overlooked by many people: "Murphy, a video that was previously published in the official micro-broadcasting event of your studio. Come out, that is what you cry after singing the song..."
Murphy nodded lightly and motioned to know what the other party was saying.
"My problem is that from this video, we have seen that these songs have a great impact on your emotions. How do you overcome them, and whether these songs now have a negative impact on you and Yang Lan’s emotions? What?"
Another question was asked about two things. These reporters are very skilled in these tricks.
However, since it is the last question, Murphy did not care about the other side. Like Yang Lan, she has answered the reporter’s question very peacefully:
When I first sang these songs, it was really because I wanted to sing to express these lyrics. The emotions, so constantly trying and trying to figure out, will also be integrated into the mood of the lyrics, sometimes I feel very uncomfortable, as you can see in the video, I can't help but cry out."
She and Yang Lan looked at each other sweetly, and then said: "But it's okay, because Yang Lan has been with me, comforting me, letting me get rid of the emotions of the songs. Now when I sing these songs, These emotions can be mobilized more freely and are no longer affected by it."
The reporters watched their neighbors show their love, and there was a sense of depression in the heart.
"Sorry, Murphy came back and needed a break. Today's interview is here, okay?" Yang Lan took care of Murphy from the reporters who still had some unsatisfactory, and took the nanny car he had opened. I completely got rid of these reporters.
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Near noon, the second bedroom of Yangjia Villa, the sleeping Xiangfei Murphy dreamed of a bear rushing to her face, suddenly, a slap in the face of her face.
This feeling is very real!
"Husband, save me!" Murphy hurriedly yelled, and also woke up from a nightmare, and opened his eyes in confusion.
In front of me, a small palm of flesh is indeed on her face, but this little hand is not as terrible as a bear, white and tender, and it seems that people can't help but want to take a bite.
"Hey, hey!" Murphy had some embarrassment, but a familiar laughter came from her ear, and her heart suddenly broke free from that terrible dream and restored calm.
"Ma Ma..." The little guy thought he was playing with his mother. When he saw his mother open his eyes, he was happy to dance.
"Get up?" Yang Lan's magnetic voice rang out beside him. "Don't sleep well? Is it a nightmare?"
Don't look at it, Murphy can guess that Yang Lan came up with a small donkey to wake her up.
In fact, Murphy did not sleep for a long time, it is almost ten o'clock to go home, and I will go to pick up lunch later. If it wasn’t because she slept badly last night, she wouldn’t be lazy to sleep.
Murphy stretched out his hands from the bed, lazily stretched out and whispered with a little nasal voice: "What time is it?"
"Eleven o'clock, get ready, let's go!" Yang Lan took Murphy's clothes. In fact, he looked at Murphy's tired appearance. He was somewhat distressed. He was busy with other things and gave him a small bow. After wearing clothes and small shoes, I came to call Murphy to get up.
"I didn't sleep well! Yesterday I really didn't sleep well. I got up early in the morning to catch a plane. I still sleep at home!" Murphy climbed up from the bed and reached for the son's nose. Then kneeling on the bed, two arms clasped Yang Lan's neck, spoiled the road, "I just told you to call me, scared me in my dreams that there is a bear to hit me, looking for you to save your life, you did not respond."
Yang Lan took Murphy's waist and kissed her forehead and smiled. "Everyone blames me."
Xiao Yan found that her mother did not hold herself, but instead went to hug her father and protested on the side. He staggered and stood on the soft, collapsed bed, pulling his mother's pajamas and pouting a small mouth and shouting: "Ma Ma! Hug!"
"Oh, my son is jealous!" Murphy smiled at this time. She pushed Yang Lan and went back to hug her son. She glanced at Yang Hao with scorn. "This time, I am not jealous at all!"
Yang Lan didn't care, but when he saw the appearance of Murphy, he felt that it was necessary to cooperate with Murphy's performance.
I saw him put on a pair of teeth, waving his palms, shooting from the high sky on the bed, acting is very exaggerated, but also angered: "This little rabbit scorpion, still not let me hold my wife, turn back to him The is tied in eight petals, one side is four!"
Murphy was amused by Yang Hao’s expression, and he held his little squat and smiled at the quilt.