Almighty Star Daddy

The biggest difference between Han Mo and the original owner is that he knows when and what to do. From the moment he came to this world, he lost his original aura. If he wants to survive, he must rely on himself. Making money is the last word, and it has nothing to do with it. Almost face, life will force people to have no choice.

Han Mo has packed Xuanxuan's small box, which contains a change of clothes, books and toys that the little guy likes.

"Dad, you can call if you want Xuanxuan." The little guy showed a sweet little smile.

Of course Han Mo understood the little guy's intention, reached out and touched the top of her head, and pinched her little cheek dotingly.

Kindergarten parents' attitude towards Han Mo has changed dramatically. Not only did they put away their contemptuous eyes, but some parents also took the initiative to greet him. Han Mo didn't care much about other people's attitudes towards him, and he would also smile at him. Nod, and he will respond politely when he greets him.

Han Mo took the little guy's little hand, warned him carefully, and then stroked the immortal braid he made for the little guy before leaving with confidence.

After school in the afternoon, Shu Ya will send someone to pick up Xuanxuan, which is strange to say, in the original owner's memory, Shu Ya would rather send someone or disguise herself with sunglasses and hat to come to the kindergarten to pick up the child, rather than go to the original owner's house. Although Han Mo didn't know the reason, this was undoubtedly a good way for him now. He really wasn't ready to meet Shu Ya.

Ding Rou stared at the back of Han Mo's departure for a while, and then looked at Xuan Xuan's hair with a hint of admiration in her eyes.

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Looking for a job, Han Mo's mind is full of these three words. Even if it is not suitable for long-term work, he must keep himself busy and busy. Of course, the purpose of this busyness is paid.

Unfamiliar streets, unfamiliar faces, unfamiliar buildings, everything is so different, but the same is the busy and hurrying crowd, working hard for life.

Han Mo was walking aimlessly on the street. The weather was a little hot. Although he dressed up Xuanxuan very carefully every day, he wore a T-shirt, a pair of jeans, and a pair of sneakers. It's too ordinary, but Han Mo is still very eye-catching because of his good looks and good figure.

Suddenly a burst of music drifted into Han Mo's ears. He unintentionally glanced in the direction of the sound. There was a bar not far away. The decoration outside looked very retro and mixed with a bohemian tone. In the past, when Han Mo was idle, he would just I like to sit in this kind of bar in a leisurely afternoon, listen to songs and have a drink.

Feeling emotional, suddenly missing that time, Han Mo couldn't help walking to the MAX bar.

Just as he imagined, the inside and outside of the bar are of the same style. It's not very noisy but just a place to enjoy leisure time. People who come and go drink and chat and listen to songs that only they can sing.

He ordered a glass of wine and sat at the bar, looking around, trying to match the current scene with what he remembered in the past. Although it is not exactly the same as the previous life, the general feeling is the same, but... Han Mo couldn't help but frown. Mei, no one is performing on the stage, and the music is actually playing.

The bartender put the wine glass in front of Han Mo. Han Mo is not a gossip person, but he couldn't help but ask, "The business here is so good, why are there no resident singers?"

"There is a singer who died in a car accident not long ago. The boss only likes the feeling of him. Later singers are not satisfied, saying that it is better to be short than to waste." The bartender shrugged helplessly.

Han Mo let out a pity "Oh", always feeling that in such a sentimental place, there is nothing missing from the singing of a real person.

While wiping the bar, the bartender said casually, "Our boss used to be a music player, so we have a lot of friends in the circle. Our bar is one of the best in the north. In fact, we can just find a similar one. I don't know what the boss thinks. , no one can sing it into his ears."

Han Mo just smiled and didn't speak.

He can understand this kind of mood. He used to be the same. He would rather be tired and do it alone than hire an inappropriate assistant. This may be better than lacking.

"Do you know how much the singers here cost a month?" The bartender raised his eyebrows mysteriously, and lowered his voice to get in front of Han Mo.

Now as long as it is related to money, Han Mo is very interested.

The bartender stretched out a hand and pulled the corner of his mouth, "Fifty thousand."

Han Mo showed a surprised look. The net salary of a bar singer is 50,000 yuan a month, not to mention in this world where the cultural industry is not so developed, the world he used to live in is also a lot of money. Han Mo couldn't help but feel a little moved.

"Where is your boss?"

"He may be sitting quietly in a corner of the bar. Our boss is strange." The bartender said casually. "Are you looking for our boss?"

"I want to apply for a bar singer."

The bartender smiled, "Dude, it's impossible. How many singers who are already well-known in the circle can't get into the boss's ears. I think you should forget it."

Han Mo didn't say more, every step he took from childhood to adulthood was not by others telling him whether he could do it or not, but by himself.

He directly got up and walked towards the stage. In the center of the stage was a guitar standing beside the chair, probably to cherish the memory of the previous singers.

The bartender wanted to stop Han Mo. It seemed to him that this kid was doing something extremely absurd, and the boss hated others to play the guitar privately. Before he could stop him, Han Mo had already walked to the stage, bartending. The teacher hurriedly lowered his head and pretended that he hadn't spoken to Han Mo, so that the boss would lose his temper for a while and escape the disaster.

There were a lot of people in the bar, and everyone was chatting and drinking. No one noticed that Han Mo had already stepped onto the stage and picked up his guitar.

Han Mo adjusted the seat position and took a deep breath. Only a very few people who were close to the stage saw Han Mo. Some showed strange eyes, some were surprised, but they all passed by in a flash, no one more. Take a look at him.

The decoration of this bar is melancholy but full of warmth. The boss perfectly rubbed these two seemingly contradictory words together to show Han Mo's song, "Those Flowers".

Holding the slender fingers of the guitar, Han Mo nimbly plucked the strings, and the beautiful melody floated out of the piano box. The melody was very quiet, just like Han Mo, who was as still as still water and touched the heart. He always likes to hide all his happiness and unhappiness in his heart and only use his works to speak.

Hearing the sound of music, some people looked up at the stage and continued their business. The regulars knew the story of this bar, so they pouted at a glance.

"Who asked him to go up!" The bar owner Meng Chen angrily walked to the bar, "Get someone to drive him away from me."

The bartender pretended to be busy and didn't say a word, and the manager was frightened by the reprimand from the boss, so he hurried to the security.

"That laughter reminds me of my flowers..."

Meng Chen was stunned for a moment, then angrily pointing at the security guard to make them hurry up, he slowly retracted his hand and looked at the stage.

"Quietly open for me in every corner of my life..."

The security guard was instructed by the boss to rush to the stage, and slammed the unscrupulous kid off the stage.

"Wait!" Meng Chen stopped the security guard and motioned them to stand aside first.

"I thought I would stay by her side forever, but today we have left in a sea of ​​people..." Han Mo's magnetic and deep voice drifted to every corner of the bar with clean guitar accompaniment, The sound engineer secretly pulled the other voices down and turned up the microphone on the stage.

People in the bar couldn't help but look up, put down their wine glasses, and look at the center of the stage through the dim light.

Han Mo didn't pay attention to the audience. He sang his own ballad with heart. The lyrics of this song "Those Flowers" are simple, but a hundred people listen to it, and there are a hundred stories. Different memories have the same greenness and beauty. .

"Are they all old? Where are they all... fortunately I was with them to open up..."

The bar was unprecedentedly quiet, no one was drinking anymore, and Han Mo's voice echoed in the air.

Meng Chen sat down in front of the bar and waved his hand to tell the bartenders to stop and keep quiet.

Everyone's emotions are infected by the singing. Han Mo's voice is not very loud but has extraordinary appeal, delicate and warm, and tells a beautiful and melodious story. The restless heart calmed down.

Just as everyone was indulging in the stories sung by Han Mo, an excited face was recording everything on the stage through the mobile phone screen.