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Chapter 153

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After a few days of "in-depth visits," Yang Yi and Murphy finally chose Xi Xi's kindergarten to be on the other side of the mountain, which was a private kindergarten near the villa area where Yang Yi often went to buy vegetables.

It was geared toward children from rich families, so naturally, the school conditions and relevant measures were better than those of ordinary kindergartens. Yang Yi was more satisfied with the strict management of the kindergarten teachers and the emphasis on the teachers' professional ethics.

Mo Fei also agreed with this kind of kindergarten, because it could be seen from the brochure that although it did not set up those interest tutoring classes, it would invite some calligraphers, painters, musicians, and other professionals in the city to show the children almost every week, so that the children would be able to stimulate their inner interests in the play of artistic activities.

Every month, the kindergarten would organize the children to learn and rehearse plays, both in Chinese and English. At the end of the semester, there would be a party where parents would be invited to participate and the children would perform and show their talents.

This was very good. It was educational and fun, and Xi Xi would not be burdened with heavy schoolwork at such a young age. Murphy and Yang Yi were very satisfied.



After registering Xi Xi, Murphy's most important task for this holiday had been accomplished, and the date of her return to work was gradually approaching.

This made Murphy very unhappy. Why should I be mentally prepared to go back and prepare for the new album while Yang Yi, you big bastard, can still be lazy at home every day?

Therefore, Yang Yi was forced by Murphy to open a shop downstairs.

"You have to get busy before me, understand?" Murphy leaned against the bar counter and looked at Yang Yi, who was helplessly wiping the coffee cup over and over again, and snorted proudly.

Yang Yi and his daughter looked at each other and smiled. He smiled helplessly.

Xi Xi, on the other hand, thought it was funny. She didn't understand that the small quarrel between her parents was also a form of fun, but Xi Xi liked to see her father being bullied by her mother, just as sometimes Xi Xi would bully her father.

For example, once Xi Xi suddenly jumped up with a quilt on her body, making threatening gestures. Her father was stunned for a moment, and then his face was full of fear.

"Haha, PaPa is scared!" Xi Xi laughed happily, but the little girl did not forget to run over and comfort her father. "PaPa, don't be afraid. It's Xi Xi."

Since the shop was open, it was inevitable that there would be guests. Although there were few, it would not be good if Murphy's identity was exposed.

Therefore, when there were guests coming in, Murphy would cleverly pull Xi Xi to sit in the innermost booth, pretending that they were also guests.

For example, now, Xi Xi's eyes were the sharpest. She saw a few girls walking around the flower bed to the shop. She quickly ran over and said, "Mom, Mom, let's run. There are a few aunties coming!"

Murphy and Xi Xi quickly returned to their seats, where Xi Xi's toys were. However, the guests this time were a few young and beautiful girls. Mo Fei couldn't help but sneak a peek outside and eavesdrop on them.

Yang Yi still stood in his bar counter as usual, without any expression, and did not take the initiative to greet them.

Several girls pushed the door open, but did not come in immediately. They just chattered at the door.

"Is it here?"

"It seems to be!"

"Let's go in and have a look? It's very strange to stand outside! "

So, they swarmed in, bright and beautiful faces. Murphy looked at them from afar and could not help but sigh, "It's still good to be young!"

They were all young girls, but when they came in, they did not think about ordering coffee, but looked at Yang Yi unscrupulously. Yang Yi was a little scared by their stares.

"You, what do you want to drink?" Yang Yi finally opened his golden mouth.

"Boss, is your shop called 'The Corner Coffee Shop'?" After a burst of pushing, a girl with waist-length hair was pushed out, and she plucked up the courage to ask Yang Yi.

"Um … Yes." Yang Yi paused and said, "We are a coffee shop."

He also repeated, wanting them to make their purpose clear. If you come to a coffee shop, you should drink coffee. Why are you looking at me?

Behind the girl with waist-length hair, several girls could not help but whisper. Not far away, Yang Yi could hear their conversation.

"I think it's very possible. Look at this shop, there are a lot of records on the shelf. At first glance, you can tell that the boss is a person who likes music very much!"

"Just because you like to listen to songs doesn't mean you can write songs, right? I also like to listen to songs. Why don't you see me writing songs? "

"Just forget about it, okay?"

"What do you mean forget about it? Look at the boss's appearance, big and rough. Look at me, who do you think is more similar between the two of us?"

"Pfft, please spare me. You're a woman, he's a man."

"She's a tough woman." That was heart-wrenching.

"Look at that piano, I think it's very possible! If you don't know music, who would put a piano in the shop? "

"You don't know? Let me tell you, high-end coffee shops have pianos, and they even invite people to play them. It's very romantic! "

"Okay, okay, don't argue. Let's just ask."

After a while of discussion, the girl with waist-length hair was pushed out again. She smiled at Yang Yi. This girl was quite good-looking. Her facial features were regular, and her skin was white and beautiful. She was probably used to using her smile to charm the little boys. But this trick was useless against Yang Yi ….

"Hello, are you the boss of this shop?"

Yang Yi listened to their conversation. He was still confused, but he vaguely felt that something was wrong. But he did not care and nodded.

"Then, are you Mu Ziang?" The girl with waist-length hair looked at Yang Yi expectantly and asked.

Yang Yi finally realized that something was wrong, but he still firmly shook his head.

Behind them, Murphy listened to their conversation and could not help but secretly laugh, "Aiyo, they actually think that Yang Yi is Mu Ziang? How did they make the connection? "

Yes, Yang Yi also wanted to know. He calmly took down a record from the shelf behind him and said, "The Mu Ziang you are talking about, is he the songwriter of the song in this record? Why did you say that I am him? "

"Boss, you also like his song? We are all fans of Chen Yijie. The song he wrote for Chen Yijie, 'Long Time No See' is really nice! " A girl with dark red hair said with her eyes lit up. "Yesterday, Chen Yijie accidentally revealed that Mu Ziang opened a shop in Jiang City in a program. So we came to look for him! Boss, isn't the name of your shop 'The Coffee Shop on the Street Corner'? So we guessed that it was you! "

So that was it.

Yang Yi calmly shook his head and said, "How is that possible? I changed the signboard later. I like this song very much."

"Then, boss, is your surname Li?"

"No, my surname is Yang."

Mu Ziang, it seems that his name should be Li Ang! But his surname is Yang. Yang Yi's denial dispelled their suspicions. Originally, they did not think that Yang Yi was Mu Ziang.

Although their faces were full of disappointment, the girls still politely bought coffee for takeout. When they left, they muttered, "I said that he doesn't look like him! Mu Ziang must be a handsome and thin young man, and there must be a story … "

Yang Yi did not know whether to laugh or cry and secretly shook his head. When he turned his head, he saw that Murphy was looking at him with shining eyes. Yang Yi could not help but feel his heart skip a beat. He thought that he had been exposed.

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