Let's Laugh at This Beautiful Day

"Received, mother-sama~"

"Wow! Vanilla idiot, why are you suddenly rushing up!"

"This is your mother's order, Jokera~ Obediently submit to my unparalleled skills~"

"Pfft, hahahaha~ don't tickle me! I'm very sensitive over there... ah! Stupid vanilla, you can't touch it over there..."

"Hey! Don't make your daughter do such strange things to my daughter!"

"It's normal for children to fight~ Don't worry about it~"

"How can you not care! Don't teach bad children, okay?!"

"Hey~ Or is it that Sa sauce is actually envious? Do you also want to be beaten by me?"

"That's not possible! Wait, wait... Don't come here, I warn you not to come here... Wow! Jokera is coming to escort her, there's a slut going crazy here!"

"Guhehehehehe! You can't escape, come and fight in the wild, Sa sauce!"

Then, all kinds of bad laughter and screams sounded, and the courtyard was lively.

In the study, Izumi Akira silently strengthened the soundproofing barrier of the apartment to prevent them from disturbing neighbors and pedestrians.

I shouldn't have agreed to give Raphael such a strange name to his daughters... I always feel that they will follow in the footsteps of Satania and Raphael...

He Quanming got tangled, forgot to type the hyphen, rubbed his brows and planned to take a sip of coffee to calm himself down, but found that he had already drank to the bottom of the cup.

At this time, a cold voice came from the side, accompanied by a coffee pot that was held upright.

"Father, your coffee."

I thought he was the only one in the study, He Quan Ming, and was taken aback.

"Light?! You, when did you come?!"

He Quanguang looked at He Quanming calmly, his expression unchanged and said: "I have been reading a book behind you just now. After the interview with my mother, I went to help you add coffee and came back fifteen seconds ago."

"I didn't find out... Your stealth skills have surpassed your mother's..." He Quan Ming twitched the corners of his mouth and handed him the cup with embarrassment, filling him with coffee.

He Quanguang was pouring coffee and whispered BB expressionlessly: "You don't pay as much attention to your son as your wife, and of course you can't find your son."

"I heard that, I'm really sorry!" Izumi Ming apologized very frankly.

"If you don't have anything, please don't apologize casually." He Quanguang put the coffee pot aside, picked up the booklet on his chest, his immature face was as plain as water, and his small body was standing upright. He was only nine years old, but he looked like a secretary. Start reporting normally.

"Mother Vinette took Lilith to the home economics classroom."

"Mother Gabriel slept late, and Belzeb called her, but slept with her."

"Mother Sagiri is teaching Moe how to draw."

"Zong Ya's mother rushed to the draft, and Zheng Zong is taking care of her."

"Aunt Changmu said that she is not feeling well. She is resting today and is going to buy something sour to eat. She asked me to tell you to be mentally prepared. She is going to be a regular chef, so she doesn't need to pay her salary in the future."

"Mother Satania and Mother Rafael play with Chocora and Vanilla in the courtyard, and the interaction and friendship are very harmonious."

"The above, today is another peaceful and beautiful day, the report is over."

Izumi Kwang blinked his bright eyes as pure black as ink, quietly waiting for Izumi Ming's reply.

He Quanming was stared at by him, and he always felt like he was being stared at by a cat, so he reached out and touched his smooth black hair.

"Thank you for your hard work, let me know everything about the family without going out... As expected of the light, my proudest son!"

Only then did He Quanguang reveal a shallow smile, as if the iceberg was just beginning to melt.

"Father, Muse."

He turned his head and glanced, and suddenly saw the laptop on He Quanming's desk, with a document open on it, and some half-typed text, he couldn't help but wonder.

"Father, are you... wanting to learn from Zongya's mother to write novels?"

He Quan Ming shook his head and smiled, looking at the computer.

"It doesn't matter, it's just to make some records... Well, if you have time, it's not bad to write it as a novel and send it to the Internet."

He Quanming opened the folder, and more than [-] documents were displayed, with a total of about [-] words.

Izumi Hikaru's eyes widened curiously, although his expression still didn't show much movement, but he had rarely shown a very interested look.

"The file name is..."Let's laugh at this beautiful daily life!"? What a strange name."

"Really?" Izumi Akira shrugged indifferently, "These are just records of what happened between your mothers and me, so I just named something like a novel... In other words, what happened to us in the past is quite similar. Maybe the plot of the novel should be written as an online novel?"

"Is my father going to become an online novel writer?" Izumi Mitsuru tilted his head to look at him. At this time, Izumi Akira seemed to have seen the second Megumi Kato, and couldn't help rubbing his hair dotingly.

"If I really want to do it... I have to get an author's name." He thought for a while, and gave the answer with a smile, "How about calling it a 'passing middle school boy'? "

"It's going to explode, childish." He Quanguang spoke with unabashed contempt.

"Hahahaha! Actually, I think so too!" He Quanming laughed indifferently, closed the folder, and added a new one without files.

Izumi Hikaru looked at it curiously: "Want to write a new one? A sequel? "Laughter for the Beautiful Everyday. Continuation"?"

"this one……"

Izumi Ming looked at the screen, his eyes dazed for a moment, and suddenly smiled mysteriously at his son.