While Yang Yi was singing, Murphy finally finished her two days of work and dragged her tired body back home.
As soon as she opened the door, Xi Xi sensed it. She happily broke free from the nanny's embrace and ran over. "Mom! Xi Xi missed you so much! "
The little girl was wearing cute pajamas and holding a teddy bear in her left hand. She was extremely cute.
"Mom also missed Xi Xi." Murphy picked up Xi Xi and was intimately kissed by her daughter on the cheek. Her cold and elegant face finally showed a trace of a smile, and the tiredness on her face seemed to dissipate a little.
"Xi Xi, have you had dinner? Have you been obedient at home? "Murphy asked softly.
Xi Xi nodded vigorously and said in a sweet voice, "Yes, Xi Xi also washed clean. Mom, smell it. Does it smell good?"
The little girl also stretched out her little arm, and her wrist was as white as the moon. Her skin was smooth and tender.
Murphy gave a rare mischievous smile, avoided the little arm, and put her head into Xi Xi's neck. She took a deep breath, and then said seriously, "Yes, it smells good!"
Xi Xi shrank her little head and giggled. "No, no, it tickles …"
"Miss Mo, have you eaten? Shall I heat up the food for you? "The nanny watched the mother and daughter being intimate for a while, and then came over and asked with concern.
"Aunt Zhu, there's no need. I've already eaten on the plane." Mo Fei smiled slightly and said, "You can go and rest first. I'll take care of Xixi."
The nanny, Aunt Zhu, was an aunt Mo Xiaojuan hired in her hometown. She was honest and honest, and would not leak secrets. Murphy was relieved.
But even so, every time Murphy went out to participate in an activity, she would feel uneasy. She was always afraid that Xi Xi would not be safe at home. Especially when she was on a business trip for two days, she would still be awakened by nightmares in the middle of the night after talking to her daughter on the phone.
Of course, she was happy to be back, but Murphy knew that unless she gave up her career as a singer, she would have to fly around and not be home more and more often!
At night, Murphy changed into silk pajamas and lazily lay on the bed. She leaned on her left forearm to support her cheek, and watched Xi Xi play with her dolls at the bedside.
The silk-like silk pajamas were very light and thin. It went down along Mo Fei's waist and up on her perky buttocks, showing the original charm of her curves without any cover.
The most beautiful part was her pair of upturned feet. They were as clean as snow and as smooth as jade. It was a pity that there was no bright nail polish. Mo Fei did not have the time to apply it. Otherwise, it would give people a strong visual impact.
Of course, this beauty could not be appreciated by any man.
As for Mo Fei, she would only let herself go when she was alone. Usually, she was still a very conservative person.
Now Murphy's expression was slightly depressed. Although she was watching her daughter play, she was actually thinking about something.
She still had to work, otherwise she would not have made up her mind to come back. She would have to face a lot of competition!
But what about Xi Xi? Murphy knew that she would be busier and busier in the future. She could not always leave Xi Xi at home, could she?
"How about I send Xi Xi to her father?" As soon as this idea came up, Murphy was shocked by herself.
How could she?
No matter who he entrusted to take care of his daughter, he couldn't entrust his daughter to Yang Yi!
For four years, Xi Xi was a piece of flesh in Murphy's heart. If she handed her daughter to Yang Yi, Murphy felt as if the flesh in her heart was cut off!
Occasionally, when she went to her father's house for the weekend, Xi Xi was so happy that she did not want to come back!
If she stayed at her father's house for a long time, would the little girl still remember that she had a mother?
Murphy was very jealous when she thought about it!
"Let _ it _ go, let _ it _ go, can't _ hold _ it _ back _ any _ more …" Xixi was playing with the two dolls. One was a doll in the shape of a girl, and the other was a pig. She hummed and walked around as if she was playing house.
Eh?
Murphy was very busy recently. She rarely paid attention to what song her daughter was humming! But this time, she finally understood that the little girl was humming from time to time. Not only was she singing English songs, but she was humming with a very good melody!
"Xi Xi, what are you singing?" Murphy put aside the distracting thoughts and asked curiously.
"I'm singing, I'm singing …" Xi Xi tilted her head and thought carefully. She realized that her father did not mention the name of the song, so she had to say, "I'm singing Sister Aisha's song!"
Sister Aisha?
Murphy was stunned. She subconsciously thought that Aisha was a foreign female singer.
"Where did you learn it?" Murphy was a little puzzled.
Even if Xi Xi had stayed abroad when she was one or two years old, Murphy did not think that she could sing English songs alone. After all, she insisted on Chinese education at home! But now, Xi Xi was singing with perfect pronunciation. This was not something that could be achieved easily!
"PaPa taught me!" Xi Xi said with admiration. "PaPa told Xi Xi the story of Anna and Aisha. He also taught Xi Xi how to sing!"
If it was said that Yang Yi would tell his daughter stories, Murphy would still believe it. After all, this man still loved his daughter very much!
But Yang Yi taught Xi Xi how to sing English songs? Murphy felt that her understanding of the world was a little subverted!
What the hell?
This guy can speak English?
In Murphy's impression, Yang Yi was a soldier who did not read many books — and that was the truth. Of course, this was not because she disliked him. It was just because of this reason that they could not find common topics in the past, and the estrangement between them became deeper and deeper!
He must have fed her some kind of bewitching medicine!
Murphy snorted discontentedly in her heart.
"Xi Xi, it's time to sleep. Mommy will read a story to you, okay?" Murphy sat at the head of the bed, took a children's picture book from the bedside cabinet, and patted the space beside her.
She would usually tell Xi Xi stories, but usually before Xi Xi went to bed, she would come over with a storybook and ask her to tell her stories! The reason why Mo Fei took the initiative today was because she felt uncomfortable in her heart.
Who said that only you can tell stories to your daughter? Hmph, I can do it too!
Xi Xi happily agreed. She twisted her little butt, climbed over, and leaned softly in her mother's arms.
"In the forest, there is a little white rabbit …" Murphy's voice was no longer cold when she was with her daughter. Instead, it was as gentle as water, like Teresa Teng. This was probably an ice goddess that no one had ever seen before!
Under her mother's gentle coaxing, Xi Xi gradually fell asleep.
Murphy hugged her daughter and let her sleep on her little pillow. Then, she lifted her daughter's hair and gently kissed the little girl's little face.
"Sigh …" She let out a long sigh.
Murphy also turned off the lights and laid down. Her tired face did not reveal any sleepiness, and her beautiful eyes were a little dazed.
The thought that had appeared earlier came to her mind again …
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