Chapter 122: Yang Lan's monkey play (2/3)

Murphy’s character is so embarrassing, she believes that ten cattle can not pull back!
No way, Mo Xiaojuan can only helplessly watch Murphy to do her computer, then start to reply to the email and knock the keyboard.
Murphy told Muzi in the mail that although she was very grateful to Muzi for writing her song, she was sorry that she could not accept it. "Because I already have someone I like," I don't want to give him the illusion and delay his time. !
"Sister, you can't write like this, it's too straight!" Mo Xiaojuan stopped the hand of Murphy's key.
Murphy looked at Mo Xiaojuan inexplicably and asked: "Where is it?"
"You can't tell him that you have someone you like!" Mo Xiaojuan said with a headache. "If he is angry and angry, what should he do to disclose this letter to the media?"
Murphy frowned. If it was Murphy, who had just debuted, he would say "Impossible, how can people be so despicable", but now, Murphy still knows the sinister nature of humanity.
"So what do you think should be written?" Murphy gave up the position, or handed the professional thing to the professional.
"It is because of personal reasons, not Barabara..." Mo Xiaojuan skillfully modified it, not only this sentence, but the whole email was revised by her, the words were more appropriate, and the tone was more mellow. The meaning of expression is still the same.
Mo Xiaojuan finally looked at Murphy and asked: "Sister, do you really want to send it? You have to think clearly! After you have sent it, you may have to say goodbye to these good songs! And your new album will also be Soaked up!"
"Fa!" Murphy was very determined and said nothing at all.
Ok, Mo Xiaojuan clicked the send button. Looking at the mail, Murphy let out a sigh of relief, feeling that something that had been carried over was put down.
However, sitting back on the sofa, Murphy looked at some of the music sheets that were messy on the coffee table. She collected them, folded them carefully, and then put them into a folder.
Maybe she will come to practice in the future, but these songs are no longer hers... Murphy's delicate eyes reveal a trace of sadness.
"I can't bear it?" Mo Xiaojuan went up and massaged the shoulder to the cousin. He smiled. "I’m so determined!"
Murphy gave her a blank look and said, "I don't want to be reluctant? I am the kind of person who can't afford it? Hurry and give me the ticket to come back the day after tomorrow!"
In the afternoon, Murphy was going to Beijing to participate in the recording of a two-day variety show. However, according to Murphy’s own assumptions, after returning from this business trip, he would take a half-month vacation to accompany his daughter.
Although Niu Meiling has become more and more snobbish in recent years, she did not want to talk to Murphy, but she still gave Murphy's long vacation very gently. You know, some new people in the company, or the trainees in the practice room, don't have such a good treatment at all! Where is the holiday?
After Murphy said that Mo Xiaojuan had a pass, she was relieved. She looked back at the computer that had just sent the mail and secretly thought: "Maybe this is the best! Don't think about taking shortcuts, it is yours after all." It's not yours, Murphy, can't you!"
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All this, the initiator Yang Lan did not know. After he sent the mail, he threw the computer to the side. Just like the usual Hadron, he didn’t call Yang Yu. This guy only had to do it when he needed it. SNS or email.
When will Yang Lan see Murphy’s mail? This is still an unknown number. Now Yang Lan is teasing her daughter in the coffee shop!
"In other words, Wukong, who wants a pickpocket weapon, has arrived at the East China Sea Dragon Palace. Do you know the sea?" Yang Lan was slashing. "It's very big, it's blue, it's water!"
After listening to the story of Journey to the West yesterday, the little guy was fascinated by the monkeys that came out of the stone. All day, he was entangled with his father to continue to tell the story of the monkey. Even the cartoons she liked most should not be seen. Now!
There was nothing wrong with it. Near noon, there was no guest visit at the coffee shop, and Yang Lan told the daughter again.
"I have seen the sea! It's so big!" He raised his little hand and said seriously, "To go back to your grandmother's house, you have to sit on the plane for a long time! Then the sea is below, Ma Ma said there is a big fish!"
"Yes, Sun Wukong is running into the sea, looking for the dragon king to have a weapon!" Yang said.
He was very confused. She asked: "Why can I go to the sea? Ma Ma said that the sea is terrible! You can't go to the sea to play."
"Of course, you can't go to the sea to play, because you haven't learned to swim yet, but Sun Wukong will!" Yang Xiao explained with a smile.
"Hey! Learn to swim!" I don't know how to understand.
After a while, Yang Lan finally said that after Sun Wukong had a lot of troubles in the East China Sea Dragon Palace, he got the treasure of the Dragon Palace and fixed the sea pin!
"That is a big, very thick stick, but Sun Wukong can make it smaller, just like the stick in the hands of Dad!" Yang Lan said that he was raised, and the mop was removed, leaving the grip in his hand. .
He walked happily and let Dad give her a play. Of course, he could grab both hands, but he couldn't wave his long grip. After all, she was still too small.
"This golden hoop is worth 13 thousand five hundred pounds! Even if it gets smaller, the weight can be changed! Almost two or three cars are so heavy!" Yang Lan said, "But Sun Wukong just called, In his hand, he is a flurry."
At first, I was thinking about two or three cars, but soon, the little girl's attention was completely attracted by her father's performance.
I saw Yang Hao's mop stick in hand, and scored a stick in the spot to look at the moon, then stepped back, and the right hand took the stick to the ground, but the volley was hooked with the heel to stop the football, just right in the air!
Immediately, Yang's toes tipped and the stick bounced in the air. He leaned his left hand on the middle part of the stick, just the movement of the fingers and wrists, and the sticks spun like a big windmill.
"Hey!" The hollow stick played the afterimage, and also played the whistling wind!
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Yang Lan had never learned monkey play before, but he has always been a fan of six young children, so he watched a lot of videos he performed. With his skill, it is natural to be as flexible as a six-year-old child, but with a little imitation, it is no problem to fool the daughter!
"That is the case, Sun Wukong got his weapon, and the dragon king of the East China Sea Dragon Palace, the shrimps and crabs will be very happy to send this trickster away!" Yang Hao danced for a while "Golden Rod", stopped Finish the story.
But at this moment, the little girl has not been able to listen to the story. She is full of small stars, admiring and admiring: "It’s amazing!"