Almighty Star Daddy

Han Mo has been busy lately. The filming was done right after the filming, and there was almost no rest. He was always trying to spend time with his children. He didn't want the children to understand his work. Children should be children. Xuan Xuan was sensible enough. Now, I don't want her to suppress her wish for her father to accompany her.

However, Han Mo can't be separated. In the case of limited time, he can't accompany Shu Ya if he is with the children at home. Shu Ya has been very busy recently and can't come to the house every day, so there are fewer opportunities for the two to meet.

Shu Ya has a show to be on tonight. Han Mo checked the time, picked up his phone, and edited a text message. Is it over?

Han Mo stared at the screen and waited for a while, but the phone didn't respond.

He leaned into the sand with his mobile phone in his hand. The message was that he was afraid that Shu Ya would be too busy to answer the phone. Although he was mentally prepared, he didn't receive a reply from Shu Ya right away. Han Mo was still a little disappointed.

ding dong~

The phone rang, Han Mo hurriedly sat up straight, and an unread text message was displayed on the screen.

It's over, I'm removing my makeup, I can go now, is the child asleep?

Xuanxuan just fell asleep, I'll pick you up.

Han Mo didn't wait for Shu Ya to reply, he got up directly, explained a few words to his mother, and went out.

In the quiet night, the bright moonlight and the gentle breeze, Han Mo stood in the dark and pulled Shu Ya into his arms.

It's not good to walk. Shu Ya said delicately in Han Mo's arms, the night was very dark, and she couldn't see her expression clearly, but only she could feel the hot flush.

If it's not good to go, then don't go. As soon as the words fell, Han Mo raised his hand and hugged Shu Ya.

Let me down, let me down, in case anyone sees it. Shu Ya's soft voice was intertwined with the evening breeze, trembling slightly.

I am not afraid of being seen.

You, you, rascal.

You just know I'm a hooligan, it's too late.

There was a faint aroma in Shu Ya's room, and the door was gently closed.

When opening the door, Han Mo changed his posture, and the princess hug, which was originally both hands, became more rude and carried on his shoulders.

Han Mo didn't turn on the light, and took advantage of the moonlight outside the window to gently put Shu Ya on the bed.

The air is filled with an ambiguous smell, with a touch of sweetness, and the breeze gently blows the tulle curtains.

In the huge room, it was quiet, and only two rapid breathing could be heard at this moment.

Shu Ya was very strange. It was obviously not the first time, but she was as nervous as the first time.

Han Mo supported himself with his arms, just a small distance away from Shu Ya, and gradually, gradually, his body approached her.

Feel the silky warmth, delicate softness

It's night, sleepless

the next day

early morning

A gentle morning breeze drifted through Shu Ya's skin, bringing a hint of coolness.

She wanted to turn over, but she didn't even have the strength to turn over. She felt as if her body had been crushed, and her bones were about to fall apart. That's what she remembered. Last night

One night, Han Mo tossed her all night.

Shu Ya got angry when she thought about it, and finally forced her to beg for mercy to end it, which was too much.

She turned over with difficulty, but there was nothing beside her.

Shu Ya's heart suddenly throbbed, although it was not the first time for them, and there was no irresponsible thing, but after so long, did that just go away like this.

Shu Ya's eyes swept around the bed again, except for her clothes, there was no trace of Han Mo.

The sudden loss weighed in my heart.

Shu Ya lay down for a while looking at the ceiling, then sat up, took off a sheet and wrapped it around her body. The moment his legs touched the floor, his brows furrowed, and he sat back on the bed.

Just then, the bedroom door suddenly opened.

You finally woke up, the sun was on your butt, and you slept like a pig. Han Mo's doting voice suddenly floated into the room.

Shu Ya looked up suddenly and saw Han Mo wearing an apron, a tray in his hand, and the plate was full of breakfast.

You didn't go. There was a hint of surprise on Shu Ya's pretty face.

It turned into joy in an instant.

Han Mo didn't expect Shu Ya to ask him such a question. He looked at Shu Ya blankly and put the breakfast on the list. Why should I leave? Do you want me to leave? Han Mo said with a smile.

No no. A blush appeared on Shu Ya's face again.

Don't you just get up, brush your teeth, wash your face and eat breakfast. Han Mo said in a doting and commanding tone.

Seeing that Han Mo hadn't left, Shu Ya's originally lost heart suddenly fluctuated violently. He nodded vigorously.

The feeling of standing up was too eager, Shu Ya forgot the pain in her leg for a while, and stood up in a hurry, her legs trembled and she wanted to sit down subconsciously, but she didn't do it well, and the only sheet on her body was pulled without warning. Half open.

Another morning of war

After breakfast, Han Mo simply cleaned up the battlefield and drove Shu Ya out.

Shu Ya was sitting in the car with sunglasses on, looking at Han Mo who was driving from time to time, feeling angry.

He couldn't even stand up, but the initiator didn't have anything. Not only did he have nothing, but he seemed to be much refreshed. Shu Ya bit her lip and groaned inwardly.

In the Sichen Media Building, Shu Ya has a special area, which can be regarded as a treatment for the company's first-line celebrities, so as not to be disturbed by outsiders.

This treatment has nothing to do with Han Mo, it was arranged when Meng Si was there.

Han Mo originally wanted to send Shu Ya over, but Shu Ya didn't want to. After all, the relationship has not been made public yet, and the company president's support to female artists in the company would always make people gossip.

Han Mo didn't care much about these things, but Shu Ya didn't want these news to affect their quiet and sweet life. More things are worse than less things.

Sister Shu Ya, what's the matter with you? Did you strain your muscles from exercising too much yesterday? Zeng Ying looked at Shu Ya who was limping from a distance, and hurried up to meet her.

Shu Ya's cheeks instantly turned red, it was exercise, ah no, it wasn't exercise, that was actually

Zeng Ying, who listened to Shu Ya talking nonsense, didn't understand what she meant.

After helping Shu Ya to sit on the sand, Zeng Ying jumped in front of Shu Ya excitedly.

Sister Shu Ya, I think you should have a concert. It's been five years since you started singing. With so many good songs, you have long been qualified to hold a concert.

Of course Shu Ya wants to hold a concert, which is the dream of every singer, but although she is highly recognized by everyone except for a lot of songs, she still wrote these recently for Han Mo, and she hardly sang before. value of the president.

Shu Ya thought for a while and said embarrassedly, everyone wants to hold a concert, but there are not many songs that I can prepare for the concert.

With me, how can it not be enough.

Han Mo suddenly stood at the door. Shu Ya didn't let him help her over before, but how could Han Mo feel relieved? After walking around the office, he came over again.

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