Almighty Star Daddy

Although they are all artists, Han Mo is much more worry-free than others. He doesn't need to deal with the media, nor does he need to deal with outside interference. He just needs to be himself and concentrate on making music. The rest is left to Meng Si. There is also a little Pang who is eager to help.

Xiao Pang Xie has fully taken over all the work of fan maintenance and online promotion, all in his spare time, and clearly stated that he will not be paid, often saying that as a senior fan of Han Mo, this is what he should do.

Every song that Han Mo participated in the competition will become the song with the highest listening rate in the next week's Golden Songs Weekly Chart. After the whole competition, Meng Si will integrate all the songs sung by Han Mo into an album, which will be released and sold.

As for some interviews and programs, Meng Si chose the quality, and felt that it was not enough for Han Mo to stick his teeth between his teeth, so he basically refused. This is basically the same as Han Mo's idea. He doesn't particularly like to participate in TV shows, if not for his debut , and may not even participate in the "Finding a Good Voice" show.

With less time for other artists to run announcements, Han Mo can concentrate on doing what he likes. At this stage, the work is still relatively simple, and the time is fixed for price comparison.

Although he didn't need him to pick up the children from school, Han Mo still came back as usual and went straight home to prepare dinner. Mom was doing activities outside and hadn't come home yet. Father and Xuan Xuan should be on their way home.

Having been busy in the kitchen for a while, suddenly there was the sound of the door opening. Someone came back. Before Han Mo was sure who came back, he heard the excited voice of the little guy.

"I want to show my father the painting I drew. This painting will be brought to the school for exhibition tomorrow. Dad, Dad." Xuan Xuan saw Dad's shoes on the shoe rack and knew that he had returned.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the little guy's footsteps, Han Mo raised his head, Xuan Xuan was already standing at the door, "Dad, this is a picture I drew."

I saw the little guy standing in front of the kitchen holding a piece of drawing paper in both hands. On the drawing paper was a "special" room with a few little people. The composition was a bit strange. The scattered pieces might be furniture. Han Mo could tell the difference. Not very clear.

He wiped the water on his hands, walked to Xuanxuan, took over the painting from the child's hand, carefully admired it, and then fondly touched the top of Xuanxuan's head, "Introduce your new style to dad. Works." In fact, Han Mo couldn't see the theme of the child's painting, and he was afraid that he would make a mistake and affect the enthusiasm of the little guy to paint.

Xuanxuan proudly took her father's hand out of the kitchen, "Dad, let's go to the living room."

The little guy asked his father and grandpa to sit side by side on the sofa, and then pretended to be a teacher. Children like to go home and imitate the teacher's speech, so the words and deeds of preschool teachers are particularly important.

Fortunately, Ding Rou is a gentle and kind teacher.

Every time the little guy learns from her, he also looks like a well-behaved little guy, but his behavior imitates the adults, and it still looks very interesting.

Ding Rou has a movement, maybe she is used to it, her hair is very long, and it is scattered behind her back, and sometimes it falls on her chest. She always strokes her hair subconsciously and smoothes the long hair back to her shoulders.

In fact, many girls with long hair have this action, but Ding Rou’s small action is very frequent, which may be related to her long hair. Han Mo didn’t care about it at first. It's the little guy who brushes his hair every time he speaks like the teacher. Sometimes her braids are tied up, but she still does this on purpose.

It was only later that Han Mo found out that it was Ding Rou's little action to stroke her hair. Every time the child learned from her, she performed it perfectly, making Han Mo a little dumbfounded.

The little guy stood in front of the sofa, raised her chin slightly, and made a trademark stroke of her hair. At this time, she was actually combing her ball head.

"We are now applauding and asking Xuanxuan to introduce her paintings to everyone." The little guy spoke in a very exaggerated tone.

Han Mo whispered in his father's ear, "She is imitating the head teacher, Ding Rou."

The old man smiled and nodded.

The little guy suddenly ran to the side and walked back to the center of the living room with small square steps, "This picture I drew is my future home, this is a house with clouds below, our house can follow the clouds in the sky. Fly. This is my dad." The little guy pointed to a simple little man with a circle and a few small lines.

"This is Grandpa." The fleshy little hand pointed to another little person with the same structure. Grandpa looks basically the same as Dad, the difference is that Dad has four hairs on his head, and Grandpa has three.

"This is, grandma, mom and me." She pointed to the other three little people. The only difference was in the hair. Mom's was longer and longer, grandma's was slightly shorter, and Xuanxuan's head was on her head. It is a blackened circle, which should represent the head of the ball.

Han Mo was already used to Xuanxuan's abstract paintings. It was the first time that Han Jun saw him. He stretched his head and put on his reading glasses, trying to appreciate his granddaughter's paintings. This was Xuanxuan's first time painting his grandfather. I didn't feel like myself for a long time.

Xuanxuan finished learning herself, and quickly switched roles to learn Ding Rou.

First, she stroked her hair, and then her expression became exaggerated, "I hope Xuanxuan can draw more and better paintings in the future." Then she took the lead in applauding.

Han Mo and Han Jun also cooperated and applauded.

The little guy took the painting and slipped into his father's arms, "Dad, Teacher Ding also told me to learn more from you and become a painter in the future."

Han Mo pinched Xuanxuan's cheek, "Xuanxuan will definitely be better than my father's painting in the future."

The little guy played coquettishly in his father's arms for a while.

When Chen Yuehong came back, he helped Han Mo cook. Although there were many people eating, it was much faster than before Han Mo could cook alone. Four dishes and one soup were ready in no time.

Chen Yuehong has a cheerful personality and works very quickly, but when she came to her son's place, he didn't let her interfere in the cooking, and could only do some helpful work.

Seeing that my son is getting more and more capable, in fact, my heart is not so happy as a mother. Before I came to Beidu, my son did not touch the sun with his fingers, but now he doesn't even think about four dishes and one soup. Again not the same. When a mother sees it in her eyes, it hurts in her heart. You don't have to suffer a lot in these years to be able to do this.

Chen Yuehong kept adding vegetables to Han Mo, "Son, eat more, you've lost weight."

In fact, Han Mo himself knows that he has become fat recently, but in his mother's eyes, no matter how fat he is, he is thin, and he eats less no matter how he eats. I don’t want to waste it, so every time I make a meal, I quickly fill a bowl and take it out.

When the little guy eats, it is the best time. The special small plate and bowl are full. Because it is night, Han Mo used to limit it, for fear that the child would not be hungry or full at night and would not be able to sleep well.

Of course, this was before grandpa and grandma came. Now the little guy is full of power and wants to eat as much as he wants. Because he has the support of grandparents, no matter how Han Mo explains it, it is useless. In the heart of the old man, it is good to be able to eat.

Han Mo had no choice but to acquiesce.