Almighty Star Daddy

As soon as Han Mo's plane back home landed, reporters swarmed and immediately surrounded him.

Fortunately, the airport had already made arrangements, and Meng Si also contacted the company's security department. Although preparations were made in advance, it still made it very difficult for Han Mo to get out of the airport.

Because in addition to media reporters at the airport, there are also fans who have been squatting for a long time.

Han Mo's fans cover all age groups, including daughter-level, sister-level, sister-level, aunt-level, and brother-level.

Meng Si walked beside Han Mo and whispered in his ear, "Forget about female fans, there are so many male fans, what do you want to do?"

Han Mo glanced at Meng Si's sullen face and said nothing.

After the reporters flanked over, they began to ask questions frantically. There were already many reporters, and with the assistance of fans, Han Mo seemed to be unable to leave if he kept saying a few words.

Originally, Meng Sidu had winked and asked the security guard to forcibly protect them from leaving.

Han Mo couldn't bear to see so many fans, and some fans with blankets must have waited for a long time and even slept at the airport.

Han Mo never felt that what fans did was deserved, so he decided to say hello to fans.

Fans screamed when they saw the idols stop. Han Mo knew that the request of these fans was very simple, nothing more than to shoot some small videos and take a few close-up photos.

When Han Mo stopped to take pictures of fans, the reporter hurriedly asked questions.

"Do you have any plans for a new movie after you return to China?"

"No."

"What is your next job? Do you devote yourself to the recording of a new program or the creation of a new album?"

"nothing."

The reporters looked at each other a little strangely. In their minds, when they returned from important events abroad, they would briefly talk about their work plans at the airport, mainly for the purpose of publishing them through the media, so that their work would be more effective. A lasting attention.

And Han Mo came back from the Ozya Awards ceremony this time, and won the Best Picture Award for the first non-American film in the past 100 years.

This honor is enough to show off for a lifetime.

But Han Mo didn't have any special expression when he came back, and he didn't want to say more in front of the media. It was too strange in the hearts of various media reporters.

Who knows, Han Mo is so annoyed, he knows that the little guy must have been waiting for him in the parking lot outside the airport, but now he can't get out.

The little guy was clamoring to pick up his father with his mother. Han Mo also wanted to see the little guy as soon as possible, so he agreed with her to come pick him up.

But because they guessed that there would be reporters chasing and blocking at the airport, they arranged for the child to wait in the parking lot with Shu Ya in Shu Ya's nanny car. At this time, the little guy must have been waiting for his father with his head outstretched at the car window.

Han Mo's answer surprised the reporters too much. To be exact, they all wanted to take the initiative to write something for Han Mo and to promote new works for him.

For the media, this is the best opportunity not to be missed. A reporter finally said again, "You came back with such a glorious award, how can you not start the following work? You must pursue your victory and gain a firm foothold internationally. "

The tone and content of this question were beyond the level of reporters' usual questions, but she couldn't help but ask what was in her heart.

Han Mo looked at the reporter who asked the question and smiled slightly, "There are many more important things in life than chasing after victory."

Other reporters didn't expect that their colleagues would ask such a question that was not like a reporter, and then they didn't expect that Han Mo would answer such an answer that was even less like an answer.

In Han Mo's heart, he has been busy for too long, making movies, doing shows, and writing songs, taking up too much of his time.

The Ozzy Golden Statue Award is a bonus, and it is precisely because of this huge bonus that Han Mogeng feels that he should stop, take a break, and do something he wants to do more.

The reporters were made a bit passive by Han Mo's attitude, because the questions they had prepared before were all related to Han Mo's answer to the details of the next work, and Han Mo suddenly said that the next work was "no".

The reporters were a little bewildered.

At this moment, a fan closest to Han Mo suddenly shouted, "What is more important to you than a thriving career that reaches its peak?"

Meng Si whispered beside Han Mo. "You don't have to answer, enough shots are enough, we can go."

Han Mo didn't accept Meng Si's suggestion, looked at the fans who had the courage to ask questions, and smiled, "My family, my daughter."

After answering the last question, Han Mo walked out of the huge airport hall surrounded by reporters, fans, security guards, and staff.

When Han Mo walked to the parking lot, reporters and fans were stopped by staff and security guards.

Meng Si and Xiao Pang thanked them for not going with Han Mo, so everyone went their separate ways when they got to the parking lot.

Just as Han Mo thought, from a distance, Han Mo saw a small head lying on the car window, two small hands on the window frame, the small head drooping listlessly, Han Mo could see that the little guy's expression was waiting. anxiety and loss.

The small appearance looks both distressing and very cute.

Han Mo took three steps into two, and walked with long legs on the road.

The little guy seemed to sense that his father was coming in his direction, and his sluggish little head suddenly lifted up.

"Dad, Daddy." The little guy jumped up excitedly.

Because I haven't gotten out of the car, although the nanny car is relatively spacious, it can't stand the little guy's jumping. Just after calling Dad, the little guy covered his head and screamed, "Oops".

The little head hit the roof of the car. Although it hurt a little, it couldn't stop a daughter from missing her father.

The little guy rubbed the top of his head and jumped out of the car before he could think about whether it hurt or not.

Start, run-up, acceleration, take-off, firmly hook Dad's neck.

"Dad, Xuanxuan misses you so much, misses you so much." The little guy acted coquettishly in his father's arms.

"Dad misses you too." Han Mo kissed the child's fleshy cheek, and then rubbed the child's forehead dotingly.

Suddenly the little guy said in a slightly questioning tone, "But why do you video with your mother and not with Xuan Xuan? Xuan Xuan is not happy, Xuan Xuan is not happy anymore."

Han Mo gently rubbed the top of the child's head, without continuing the child's words, looking for the big bag on the child's head that was knocked out by the top of the car just now.

But Han Mo is a little strange. He didn't tell anyone about his video with Shu Ya. The child didn't wake up when he was sleeping. According to the character of the little guy, if he woke up, he would definitely run over. There is no pretending to sleep, so how did she know.

Thinking of this, there is only one possibility.

Han Mo looked at Shu Ya speechlessly.

Shu Ya had been listening to the little guy's complaints all the way, knowing what Han Mo's eyes meant, she coughed lightly and looked aside, "Oh, it's a happy thing to have a video with my father, of course my mother wants to be with Xuan. Xuan shared it, haha, haha."

Han Mo, "...hehe."