Almighty Star Daddy

As soon as Han Mo's words came out, Shu Ya breathed a sigh of relief, and clapped her hands secretly.

Chen Yuehong and Han Jun suddenly turned their attention to Xuan Xuan.

"Xuanxuan, come to Grandpa's place." Han Jun beckoned the little guy to come over.

The little guy jumped off his father and ran to his grandfather.

"Xuanxuan, tell grandpa, do you want to learn to play the piano?" Han Jun fondly touched the top of the child's head and said softly.

"Don't ask that." Chen Yuehong was dissatisfied with his wife's question, which was obviously misleading to the child, "Xuanxuan, come here, come to grandma." Chen Yuehong greeted the little guy in a soft voice, speaking in the same tone as Yu Han. It's completely different in the military debate.

The little guy was very obedient, his big eyes flickered, and he jumped off his grandfather and jumped to his grandma's side.

Chen Yuehong picked up the child, "Xuanxuan, do you want to learn to dance?"

Han Jun suddenly raised his head in dissatisfaction, "There is also a problem with your question, it is too misleading."

Listening to the gunpowder-smelling conversation between the old couple, Shu Ya quickly looked at Han Mo, but Han Mo's expression was completely different from hers.

"Mom and dad, let the children think about it." Han Mo said with a smile, "Xuanxuan, what skills do you want to learn?"

Xuanxuan is actually not very interested in the word specialty, but she knows what she likes. Although the little guy is young, he already has small ideas.

The little guy jumped off his grandma and stood in front of the sofa, his cute little face raised slightly, and his big talking eyes twinkled with stars.

"Xuanxuan, let's learn the piano."

"Don't disturb the child, learn to dance with grandma."

The little guy looked at his grandfather, then at his grandmother, and suddenly ran to his father's side.

"Dad, does Xuanxuan have to learn to dance or draw?" The little guy frowned with an embarrassed expression and two delicate eyebrows.

Han Mo smiled and touched the top of the child's head, "Of course not. Xuanxuan can learn whatever specialty you want, as long as you like it."

Han Jun and Chen Yuehong had no idea that there was a third option at all. They looked at each other in surprise, and then laughed again.

They all felt that children would not have any ideas, and adults must make the decision, and finally choose one between playing the piano and dancing.

The little guy cleared his throat like an adult, "I don't want to learn to play the piano."

Han Jun's eyes froze, his face full of dissatisfaction, but there was nothing he could do, and he was a little lost.

Chen Yuehong quickly put on the expression of a winner. Just as she was about to hug Xuanxuan, before she could get up, the little guy's glutinous and soft voice rang again.

"I don't want to learn to dance either," the little guy continued.

Chen Yuehong froze when she stood up, and looked at Xuan Xuan in disbelief.

Han Jun's unconvinced expression instantly turned into a smug look, and asked gently, "What does Xuanxuan want to learn?"

"Xuanxuan wants to learn to paint with her father and become a painter." The little guy suddenly jumped into his father's arms.

The old couple didn't expect the child to have their own ideas. The two of them argued for so long that it was a waste of time. However, Xuanxuan said that they were very happy to learn to draw and didn't say anything more.

"Okay, then we pick a fixed time,

Xuanxuan learns to draw with her father at home, okay? "Han Mo lightly poked Xuanxuan's little nose with his finger.

The little guy left his father's arms and said with a small mouth, "Don't study at home, Xiaohu all learns in the studio outside, and Xuanxuan also learns outside."

Outside?

The four adults were confused by what the little guy said, and didn't quite understand what she meant.

The little guy's pink face burst into a big smile, "I'm going to my mother's house to learn, Dad, can we go to my mother's house to learn how to draw? You teach me to draw at my mother's house." Meng's big eyes sparkled innocently, and looked at his father flickering.

Han Mo understood the little guy's thoughts and smiled and caressed the hair on the back of her head, "Then we will study at my mother's house, and my father will take Xuanxuan to my mother's house to paint every Sunday."

The little guy nodded excitedly, and then turned to Shu Ya, "Mom, is it okay?"

Shu Ya gently agreed, "Of course you can."

"Oh yeah, that's great, so happy." The little guy jumped and jumped with joy.

Han Jun and Chen Yuehong sat helplessly on the sofa, unconvinced, but there was nothing they could do. They would not force their children to learn from themselves, knowing that they must respect their children's choices.

The little guy suddenly widened his eyes and ran up and down in front of the sofa as if he had succeeded. "Tomorrow is Sunday, and tomorrow my father will take Xuanxuan to my mother's house. It's great~"

Han Mo knew that it was true that the little guy wanted to learn to draw, because Xuan Xuan had said more than once that her ideal was to grow up to be a painter, but this time, the place of study... Han Mo smiled and watched The quirky little guy pinched her chubby cheek.

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On Sunday morning, the little guy has to sleep until he wakes up naturally, and it doesn't necessarily mean when he wakes up naturally. At first, Han Mo tried to get her up early in the morning in order to develop the habit of going to bed early and getting up early. Forget it, if you want to sleep more on weekends, it's nothing, just let the little guy go.

The little guy usually rolls all over the bed to relieve the feeling of getting out of bed caused by his body being sealed on the bed, but today is different. From today onwards, he will go to his mother's house every Sunday to learn how to draw, and he will be happy just thinking about it.

As soon as the day dawned, the little guy was wearing small slippers and ran out of the small room.

One of the things the little guy said most in the morning was, "Dad, hurry up, I'm going to be late for class."

Han Mo wiped a sweat silently in his heart, and he really wanted to say that there was no need to toss.

But he understands the child's mood, and he just wants his parents to spend more time together. In her little heart, being able to be with her parents is the happiest thing.

Han Mo understands and is trying his best to satisfy the children.

"Xuanxuan, we don't need to carry school bags. Mom has prepared them at home." Han Mo didn't want the little guy to bring school bags.

Before Shu Ya left last night, Han Mo made a list with the things that he needed to learn to draw. Just now Shu Ya called and everything was ready.

"No, Xuanxuan will be carrying a small schoolbag. Xuanxuan is not going to play at her mother's house, but to learn her specialties." The little guy looked serious.

Han Mo couldn't beat the little guy, so he could only agree. In fact, there was nothing in his schoolbag. The little guy happily sang songs all the way, and finally arrived at his mother's house, jumping and jumping excitedly.

This is the first time for Han Mo to come to Shu Ya's house. This house was bought more than a year ago. Shu Ya had been renting a house before, but she saved money to buy it here, hoping to give Xuan Xuan a better life, Shu Ya Working hard to make money in the past few years is a desperate Saburo in the circle.

Shu Ya specially set aside a space for Xuanxuan to learn to draw in the future. Everything Han Mo explained was neatly arranged. In front of the floor-to-ceiling window was a large table with drawing papers on it.

In the previous world, Han Mo first came into contact with sketching. At that time, he was 7 years old. At that time, he already had some understanding of the shape of objects, the sense of space, and the dark side. However, Xuanxuan was too young, and he did not want to limit it. The child's imagination, so he decided to find another way.

There are no requirements for what the little guy draws, in other words, just draw casually.