Chapter 10

The agreed camping could not be carried out because of the competition. Xuanxuan's little regret gradually dissipated because of her father's promised Next Camping plan and the full set of limited edition Becky rabbits in her hand.

Han Mo didn't take the game too seriously. At the end of the game, the director strongly begged him to leave his contact information. Han Mo still refused. At the moment, Han Mo was happy to see the little guy holding Becky rabbit.

"Dad, look at my Becky rabbit. This is father rabbit, this is mother rabbit and this is little sister Bei." Xuanxuan proudly introduced her favorite cartoon image to her father and described the story of the Becky rabbit family to her father one night.

Tonight, it's not Dad telling stories to coax baby to sleep, but baby's stories warm dad.

The bright moonlight projected a faint light on the little guy's sleeping face through the glass. It just slipped through the smile on the corner of her mouth. It may be that the little guy was having too much fun during the day. The little guy was talking in his dream sweetly and holding little sister Bei tightly in his hand.

Han Mo put the little guy's exposed arm back into the quilt. He thought about his own business and made money in his heart.

Making money has become a top priority for Han Mo now. He subconsciously moved his arm. The original owner's physical quality is general. Taking the little guy out for a day, his shoulders and arms are sore. Han Mo meditates in his heart and needs to exercise while making money. His body is the capital of revolution.

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I'm tired during the day and sleep very well at night. This rule is especially applicable to the little guy. A burst of aroma floated into the bedroom with the air. Xuanxuan rubbed her small nose and opened her bleary eyes.

Han Mo got up early and began to make breakfast for Xuanxuan after a simple exercise. The eggs made a tempting noise on the frying pan. When he was cleaning up the kitchen, the fried egg mold he found was just in use. If Han Mo ate it himself, he would fry it on one side, but for the little guy, he fried it on both sides.

The heart-shaped fried egg is clear yellow and white, tender, smooth and sweet. Han Mo puts the fried egg firmly on the dinner plate, with the sound of small feet behind him, and the lazy and lovely doll's sound, "Dad is so fragrant..."

Han Mo hooked his mouth and knew that the little guy was coming. "Wash your face and brush your teeth quickly. You can eat."

Xuanxuan, who was still sleepy and half awake, suddenly opened her eyes and made a rhythmic grunt.

Han Mo walked over and spoiled the little guy's head. "Dad, wash your face and brush your teeth."

The little guy nodded like a chicken pecking rice and didn't forget to look at the table when he turned and walked to the bathroom.

In Xuanxuan's little brain, his father made breakfast for him for the first time. In the past, he could only have a decent breakfast when he lived with his mother. He bought it on the way to kindergarten with his father.

The little guy wolfed down his meal. Han Mo had prepared the clothes to wear. In order to have enough time to make a shape for Xuanxuan, he was on standby at any time.

He dressed and made his hair at one go. Han Mo was very fast and didn't waste any time. He had always been a person with strong time control. With the cooperation of the little guy, he finished everything before the expected time and led the little guy out of the door happily.

For the first time, she was dressed like a little princess by her father. Xiaoxuanxuan was surprised. For the second time, she was excited, but now she feels very calm, because her father will shape her every day.

Their home is not far from the kindergarten. They don't even need to cross the road when walking along the street. The little guy bounced in front, followed by Han Mo, slightly hanging his mouth.

"Mom, look, is that Han Zhixuan?" A thin little boy stood at the gate of the kindergarten, shaking his mother's hand and staring at his slender eyes.

The woman looked in the direction of her son's little finger and was stunned, "is it... Is it... Ah?" In fact, it looks very similar, but Xuanxuan's state these days... She really can't connect the little girl who is jumping like a little princess with Xuanxuan who was still dirty last morning.

Ding Rou walked out of the kindergarten door slowly with a smile and was ready to welcome the children who came to school in the morning. She happened to see the children and parents in her class. They were about to say hello, but she saw them staring in the same direction with complex eyes. For a moment of curiosity, Ding Rou took a few steps forward and looked in that direction.

The eyes subconsciously stared, the purplish red lips slightly opened, and couldn't help sending out a "hiss ~" from her mouth. Before she could react, the crisp, sweet and familiar voice came from the direction she looked at, "teacher Ding!"

Ding Rou has washed Xuanxuan's face for three months and combed her braids for three months. She doesn't know what Xuanxuan's mother does. She just knows that she is always busy. Every time she picks up and sees off, a nanny works for her. She occasionally appears with sunglasses, but as long as Xuanxuan lives with her mother, she must be clean and tidy. Every time Xuanxuan looks like a little dirty child, she must be living with her father.

Xuanxuan's mother had been on a business trip for a long time. Did she come back today? Ding Rou gently waved to Xuanxuan, who was running towards her, while thinking. The next second, a tall body came into her eyes, breaking all Ding Rou's guesses. Her pretty face stiffened, took a breath of air conditioning and whispered, "how is this possible?"

The children were sent to the kindergarten by their parents one after another, and more and more parents gathered. Parents and teachers handed over at the door.

"Is that Han Zhixuan from class two?"

"Yes, yes."

"God, like a little star, it's so beautiful!"

The parents of other classes had never noticed that there were such beautiful children in the kindergarten before. They whispered to each other, "are there any child stars in the kindergarten?"

"I don't know. I haven't heard of it."

"Look at other people's hairstyles and clothes. It's something that ordinary parents can pour out."

"Isn't it? There must be some clever mothers. It's not like us to tie a braid every day."

At this time, Xuanxuan has come to Ding Rou and greeted the teacher politely. Although she saw the child's father, Ding Rou still can't believe that today's little princess like Xuanxuan is the credit of the father behind her. Ding Rou leaned over and touched Xuanxuan's head intimately, "Xuanxuan is so beautiful today. Did her mother dress her up?"

Xuanxuan replied with a proud face, "no, it's the shape my father designed for me."

Ding Rou looked at Han Mo awkwardly and nodded with a smile. Just now she was far away. She just thought Xuanxuan was very beautiful and like a fairy. Now she saw the little guy's hair from a close distance and found that this is an ordinary shape. She hasn't even seen this kind of braided hair. The curled long hair was braided into a bow and heart at the back of the little guy's head, not just a braid, It was a work of art. Ding Rou swallowed her saliva and looked again at the man standing behind the proud little guy. She twitched twice at the corners of her mouth, shook her head and whispered in her heart that it was impossible. The unreliability of Xuanxuan's father was known to all who knew Xuanxuan. She would rather believe that it was made up by Xuanxuan herself than her father.

What happened next even more stunned Ding rou. Every time she wanted to see the teacher come out to pick up the children, Xuanxuan's father, who left lazily, didn't leave immediately. Instead, he greeted her politely but not warmly. Holding Xuanxuan's little hand, Ding Rou sent the children to the kindergarten like his mother. Ding Rou watched them walk into the kindergarten, He blinked in disbelief. Although he couldn't hear what Han Mo was saying to Xuanxuan, he could see from his expression that every sentence was a spoiled advice.