Almighty Star Daddy

Han Mo walked to the door of the house, just took out the key and was about to open the door, when the door suddenly opened from the inside.

"Mom, Xuanxuan she..."

"Shh, the child fell asleep on the sand." Chen Yuehong whispered.

Han Mo entered the door lightly, and at a glance, he saw the little guy lying in the sand and sleeping soundly.

The loose black scattered around the little head, the small round face, and the little nose that is upturned, maybe the voice of Han Mo's coming back still affected her. I mean, muttering, "Dad, Daddy..."

"Dad is back." Han Mo fondly rubbed the top of the little guy's head, and moved the little guy's crooked head to his lap.

Chen Yuehong has been standing aside, with a distressed look on her face.

Han Mo gently stroked the crumbs on the child's forehead to the back of his head, "Did the child have dinner at night?"

Chen Yuehong shook her head and sighed, "No, I have to wait for my father to come back, and he refused to eat, and then fell asleep on the sand, I want to carry her in, this child is stubborn, he will not let him, he insists Daddy hugs."

Han Mo looked at the little guy's pink face and sighed softly. He probably felt that his father had come back, and he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, but his little hand grabbed his father's fingers, tilted his little head, and fell asleep again.

Han Mo gently picked up the little guy.

"Dad...Dad..." The little guy was lying on the bed and just put on the little quilt, he muttered to himself again and called Dad.

"Dad is here." Han Mo fondly touched the top of the child's head again, and the little guy held his father's big hand again. It seemed that only in this way could he sleep peacefully.

Han Mo didn't leave, just sat by the little guy's bed and let the little guy hold his hand. In fact, if possible, why would Han Mo not want to hold the child's hand like this forever.

Han Mo thought silently in his heart, it must be possible, isn't his life's energy to help the little guy and Shu Ya realize their little wishes and dreams one after another.

Suddenly, Han Mo smiled, not because the little guy's sleeping position was cute at the moment, but because Han Mo had a new goal of his own. The happiest time was not when he stood on the stage to be noticed by everyone, nor because He was touted by the media after the award, not to mention writing books and poems as a screenwriter to gain many fans, but when he helped Shu Ya move towards her ideal step by step through his own efforts, it was Shu Ya who sang the songs he wrote and became a stage performer. The most dazzling star is the little guy holding his hand and calling his father sweetly. It is this dependence, this responsibility, this love.

He is very satisfied, and he will smile in his sleep when he is satisfied, and think before going to bed that he must become a better version of himself, because there are two people who are proud of his success, caring for him, supporting him, and needing him.

This may be Han Mo's greatest happiness.

In fact, the success of a man is not how many muscles you have on your body, how many women around you adore, have a beautiful appearance, and an outstanding figure, but the multiple responsibilities that this man can shoulder on his shoulders.

Some people can only bear their own food and clothing, some people can take it with them to fall in love, some people can't even support themselves, and they have to ask their parents for money, and some people just run away when they encounter problems. On Han Mo's shoulders is a home.

This family includes not only Shu Ya, Xuan Xuan, but also his parents, and will also include Shu Ya's parents in the future.

Han Mo took a deep breath, looked at the cute little guy in front of him tenderly, and secretly made up his mind that he must spend more time with the child in the future, while she could still call her father in such a milky voice, and act coquettishly and sticky. The man took his big hand.

The little guy may have dreamed of something, he laughed out loud, then turned over, let go of his father's hand, and the sleeping child began to return to the difficult sleeping position.

Han Mo tucked the little guy's two arms into the quilt, and carefully checked the surroundings of the quilt to make sure that the little feet could not be kicked out from all directions, and then he got up and left with confidence.

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the next day, early morning

The little guy knew in a daze that his father was back, and he slept very sweetly. Because he didn't eat at night, his stomach was hungry early, and he didn't need his father to wake up. He sniffed and smelled delicious breakfast from the kitchen. , the little guy jumped out of the cot.

"Dad, Daddy, Xuanxuan wants to eat, and her stomach is shriveled." The little guy ran to the kitchen, patted his stomach, and said aggrieved.

Han Mo got up early and made the little guy her favorite shumai. The little guy's nose was so good, he came running after smelling it.

If you want to eat, you have to wash your face and brush your teeth first. This is the rule in the family. At first, Xuanxuan was in a hurry to eat and her grandmother always wanted to let the child go, but Han Mo made it a rule that could not be changed. It was absolutely not allowed to relax. The guy wanted to resist at first, but later he knew that resistance was ineffective, so he didn't want to resist. As long as he got up, the first thing he did was to brush his teeth and wash his face obediently.

With the help of her grandmother, Xuanxuan sat at the table after washing her face and brushing her teeth, enjoying her delicious breakfast happily.

Because today is sharing day, each child should bring their favorite food to the kindergarten to share with everyone.

The amount does not need to be a lot, mainly to let the children know the truth of sharing. Generally, parents will buy small cakes and biscuits that their children like to eat, and bring enough children in the class.

Han Mo didn't want to buy the ones sold in the market, so he made them himself every time. The cookies he made last time, the cupcakes he made this time.

After breakfast, the little one helps Dad count the number of cupcakes he needs to take to school.

"...Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two. All right, Dad, that's enough." The little guy put the last cupcake into the bag.

Han Mo picked up another cupcake, "There are twenty-three children in Xuanxuan's class, you are one of them." Then he put the cake into the bag.

"Twenty-two." The little guy pouted and defended.

Han Mo rubbed the top of Xuanxuan's head, not a single expression from his daughter could escape Han Mo's eyes, he knew there must be a reason for the little guy, he deliberately said that there were only twenty-two children, "Xuanxuan doesn't want to give it to her. who?"

The little guy originally wanted to fool him, but his father guessed it. He was a little wronged, and his eyes were red, "Xuanxuan doesn't want to give it to Xiaohu."

Han Mo was a little surprised, "Isn't Xiaohu Xuanxuan's good friend?"

The little guy pursed his mouth and cried, and told his father the cause and effect.

Xiaohu's father has always been in touch with Han Mo. He also knows that Han Mo is making TV series. He once discouraged Han Mo from trying this field. He said that TV series are not just good scripts, not only to deal with a bunch of disobedient actors. The staff also has to deal with the audience, and now the audience's taste is very tricky. It may be that Xiaohu's father and mother were chatting at home and mentioned Han Mo's TV series and said something worried, which was heard by Xiaohu.

Children's understanding is limited, and there may be errors in the process of spreading the word. As soon as Xuanxuan heard someone say that her father's TV series was not good, no matter what happened, the person who said it was a bad person. What Xiaohu told her, Xiaohu is a bad person, Xuanxuan will never play with Xiaohu again, the world of children is so simple, they can hold hands in one minute, become friends, or break up their friendship in an instant.

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