Almighty Star Daddy

Han Mo looked in the direction of Old Chen's father and daughter, and saw two figures, one tall and one short, walking towards the sunset. Han Mo could no longer hear what they were talking about, but he could see two smiling faces.

The corners of Lao Chen's eyes showed lines of happiness, and Xiao Qi was walking and dancing with her father's arm in her arms. At this moment, she was really a ten-year-old girl, without depression, burden, and maturity that had to be pretended.

And Lao Chen completely forgot about the Police Examination Association. Those sad so-called dignity and so-called decent occupations are nothing compared to his daughter's happy smiling face and her daughter's excellent report card. It can't compare to the look of admiration his daughter has for him.

At this moment, Lao Chen is just a father.

At this moment, Xiaoqi is just a daughter.

In the bustling metropolis, there are tens of millions of people, some of them occupy high positions, and some of them live in ordinary life. Some of them have an annual salary of millions or tens of millions, and some of them live a difficult life with a meager monthly salary.

But the world is so strange, but they are irreplaceable in their respective positions in this metropolis.

This city cannot lack well-organized elite talents who take care of large companies, and at the same time cannot lack well-organized gardeners who clean up the greening of the community.

There is no shortage of real estate tycoons who turn land into buildings in the city, let alone decoration workers who turn rough into fine decoration.

In every position, they have their own social responsibilities. Aside from this level, they have a more important identity. They may be fathers, mothers, sons, or daughters.

If you insist on classifying occupations as high and low, and there will be many disputes, pros and cons, many people will come out to debate from a moral standpoint, engraved on another identity, all people are equal.

Their love is equal, their children's care, and their parents' filial piety are equal.

The winter in the northern capital is cold and windy, and the evening is gloomy and cold, but there is a layer of warm air around the father and daughter in front of them. Their smiles are so bright, their conversations are so warm, and every step they take is full of return. The warmth of home.

Han Mo stood where he was, looking at the father and daughter who had gradually disappeared from sight, feeling restless for a long time.

After standing there for an unknown amount of time, Han Mo withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes and smiled, and took out his phone.

"Shen Fei, we are ready to start work."

 …

Han Mo did not return to Sichen Media,

Drive the car directly to the house, and then walk to the Golden Sun Kindergarten.

He has always been reluctant to drive to pick up the little guy from school. Most of the time, he drives the car home first, and then walks to the kindergarten.

It's not because it's not easy to park at the entrance of the kindergarten, nor is it because he is too low-key, but because he just wants to hold the child's hand for a walk after receiving the little guy, or be hugged by the little guy's coquettish request from time to time.

Han Mo always feels that when driving, the little guy can only sit in the back row, which invisibly increases the distance between father and daughter, and the big hand holds the little hand and walks together. Han Mo enjoys this process very much.

Although the child is more than four years old, every time the little guy asks his father that he can hug him, Han Mo will agree.

It wasn't that he spoiled the child too much, but that Han Mo knew deeply that there were not many years left before he could hold his daughter in his arms.

You have seen a father holding a four-year-old daughter and a five-year-old daughter, but it is very, very rare to hold a six-year-old or seven-year-old daughter. How many people have seen a father holding a healthy ten-year-old daughter?

In fact, the most intimate time between father and daughter is only these few years.

Many parents will complain that their children are still being hugged when they are so big, what are they doing with their two legs, can they not walk?

Whenever Han Mo hears other parents in the kindergarten reprimanding his children so harshly, he silently sighs in his heart. He doesn't know that in five or even ten years, their children will no longer need them to hold them in their arms, and they don't want to hold them in their arms. Walking side by side with them, even the drawers of the room have become a secret, and when they are no longer allowed to approach.

Will they regret why they didn't hug their children more at the beginning, why didn't they chat with them more when they had no secrets with themselves.

Han Mo was the first to stand at the gate of the kindergarten. With his current status, he didn't need to stand in line at the gate like other parents, but Han Mo didn't want to make any special cases, because he liked to see when the gate opened, when When Ding Rou read the name of the little guy, she ran towards her like a little rabbit.

Running up, accelerating, jumping, and tightly hooking Dad's neck.

"Dad, I miss you."

This is the action that Xuan Xuan will do every day, and it is also the line she will say every day.

If a person eats the same food every day, he will definitely feel bored, even if he eats delicious food every day, he will feel tired, but Han Mo looks forward to the little guy's lines and this set of actions every day.

Just letting Dad hug him, the little guy jumped to the ground.

Compared with being hugged by his father, the little guy prefers to hold his father's warm big hand in the cold winter.

"What's new in the kindergarten today?" This sentence is what Han Mo will ask every time, but the little guy's answer is different every time, which makes Han Mo look forward to it.

The little guy said without thinking, "Mr. Ding asked us to introduce our favorite things."

Han Mo really wanted to know what the little guy liked.

"I like so many things. I like my Barbie doll, my paintbrush, and the first dress I designed." The little guy's eyes lit up when he talked about the things he regarded as treasures.

"Wow, so we Xuanxuan have so many favorite things." Han Mo made an exaggerated expression.

As soon as the little guy saw his father's expression, he raised his head slightly, extraordinarily airy, and then raised his delicate eyebrows a little mysteriously, "I'm not too much, Xiaohu talked more, he talked for five full minutes Woolen cloth."

Han Mo opened his mouth slightly, but after thinking about it, he didn't feel any surprise, because he knew that Xiaohu's child would definitely list all his favorite strawberry cakes on the list.

"Having said so much, what is Xuanxuan's favorite?" Han Mo asked casually.

Although the father asked casually, it was just a daily chat with his daughter, but the little guy could think seriously, muttering in his mouth, and finally said, as if he had made a lot of determination, "I still like the one my grandpa gave me the most." Barbie doll."

Han Mo smiled and nodded clearly.

The little guy raised his head suddenly, and looked at his father with big eyes flickering, "Hey, what is your favorite?"

Han Mo smiled, looked at Xuanxuan tenderly, and held her soft little hand, "My favorite is Xuanxuan."

"Dad..." The little guy had a happy smile on his face.

PS: It’s snowing today and I’m home late, so there’s only one chapter left. It's cold and the roads are slippery, so be careful when you go out. Keep warm, okay~~