Chapter 13

Hair stylists subconsciously took a step back, a posture of holding high regardless of themselves, and admired them again, but who should carry the pot.

Although Meng Si was short and shook the snake's waist angrily, he was very fierce. He swished a few steps in front of Han mo.

Han Mo didn't speak, and his dark eyes were so deep that people couldn't guess his idea. Meng Si met a stylist for the first time who dared to look at him with such eyes. His originally tight face gradually changed and burst into laughter.

"What's your name? You can be my exclusive stylist in the future." Meng Si flirted with her hair on her forehead.

Han Mo didn't speak. He held his mouth and didn't want to tell him his name at all.

Meng Si thinks from the bottom of his heart that this young man is good. He looks pleasing to the eyes, stubborn and lovely. He is young but mature and steady. It's perfect to be a close stylist“ Don't worry, I won't treat you badly in money. Well, you can make an offer. "

"I just want the money for today's haircut, 1880." Han Mo has been a stylist all his life in his previous life. In this life, he will never return to his old business. Otherwise, he will be paid high everywhere with his ability, and he won't walk around the street looking for a job.

Han Mo's answer stunned everyone present. Although Meng Si was difficult to serve, being his royal stylist was a very good platform for hairstylists who were still struggling at the grass-roots level. The same invitation would never be rejected by others present.

Meng Si met such a naked refusal for the first time, and the little man almost jumped up. It was the first time that Meng Si invited a person to do things for himself.

Meng Si couldn't accept Han Mo's refusal. It was not good to be rejected for the first time. He took a deep breath and tried not to break out immediately. "Today's money will not be less than you." He's going to take the card.

"I want cash." Han Mo's plain voice interrupted Meng Si's action.

Meng Si paused, took out a pile of money from his wallet with his slender fingers, suppressed his displeasure, kept smiling, clenched his teeth and thought to himself, if someone hadn't been satisfied with cutting his hair for the first time in more than 40 years, would he give you these good faces?

Han Mo took a look at the money and knew that it was more than 1880. Although the price in his previous life was much more expensive than this, Han Mo didn't want to take more of others' money. He took out the extra 100 yuan bill, took out a 20 face value money from him and handed it to Meng Si.

"Here you are. Don't give me the change." Meng Si is famous for being stingy in the circle, but he is never stingy about what he thinks is worth spending money.

Han Mo gently put the money on the stage beside Meng Si, "the extra money is here." Then turn around and go.

"You, you wait. How many people dream of becoming an imperial stylist for me. I'll give you another ten minutes. You, you think about it. Don't go yet." Meng Si's heart was burning to the top of his head. If he blew again, it would explode.

The store manager quietly walked behind Han Mo and said in a voice that Han Mo could hear, "I don't want to go to him. Come to work here."

Han Mo politely hooks the corners of his mouth, gently shakes his head, ignores Meng Si's words and continues to walk to the gate.

"Ten, ten minutes hasn't arrived yet." Meng thought angrily, but he found that the other party didn't even give him the chance to get angry. "I'm Meng Si. You don't want to be a stylist for me."

With the glass door pulled and closed, only a tall and handsome figure was left, and finally disappeared in sight.

Meng Si shouted angrily and stamped his feet with his hands on his hips. The staff in the store hurriedly worked their own way to avoid suffering.

It was just passing by. Han Mo, whether he was Meng Si or Kong Si, raised his arm and looked at his wrist watch. It was time to pick up the little guy from school.

Facts have proved that no matter what happens, as long as there are women, the news will spread at the speed of sound. Han Mo's original song won the award of TV station. The news exploded in the circle of children's parents. When Han Mo appeared at the gate of the kindergarten again, his eyes became different.

However, he didn't care. Han Mo's attention was entirely on the children who lined up to come out, because his little princess was about to line up to come out of the gate like the children.

As soon as the little guy came to the door, he stretched out his little head and looked around for his father.

Han Mo saw Xuanxuan and walked towards her.

"Dad!" Xuanxuan ran to Han Mo happily with her schoolbag on her back, jumped to her father.

Han Mo picked up Xuanxuan and looked at the little guy's smiling face carefully. His eyes moved to his hair. Han Mo gently put Xuanxuan on the ground, took her little hand, spoiled the corners of his mouth and touched the little guy's head.

Han Mo saw that this was not the braid he made up in the morning. It should be when he took a nap. The teacher was afraid that the child was uncomfortable with braiding, so he opened it.

Although trying to imitate the original pattern, it's really too far away. If it's others, they may think it's good, but Han Mo is the designer of this hair editing, "is the hair comfortable, is it too tight?" He noticed that the braid behind Xuanxuan's head was obviously tight in order to weave the pattern of bow and heart.

It's a little tight, but it's not serious. Xuanxuan didn't care before. Now when her father said it, she felt a little uncomfortable. She nodded slightly.

Han Mo untied her braid, rubbed the little guy's long hair and rubbed his fingers into the hair. The action was done in one go. In the blink of an eye, a lovely ball was added to Xuanxuan's head, clean and playful.

Ding Rou just gave all the children in her class to their parents. She was very confused about Xuanxuan's father's abnormal state. Instead of returning to the kindergarten immediately, she stood at the door and secretly observed Han Mo's reaction when she saw the child's hair. You should know that she had studied the hair editing method that she imitated for a long time.

Although Han Mo didn't have any expression when he saw her braided hair, careful Ding Rou still found that his eyebrows were slightly frowned, his pure eyes flickered, and sighed softly, "the balls are really beautiful." Inexplicably lost.

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Han Mo bought a lot of seafood with the money he earned from hair cutting and was ready to cook a seafood meal for the little guy. His father was busy in the kitchen, and Xuanxuan was alone in the living room watching the hand-painted version of the frog prince.

The little guy likes the picture book drawn by her father very much. Today, she mentioned it to her friends at school. They don't believe it. They must take the book to school next time. Xuanxuan thought in her little brain, but her little nose sensitively smelled the smell from the kitchen.

"Dad, is dinner ready?"

Han Mo just brought the dishes to the table. Before he had time to ask Xuanxuan to eat, the little guy came by himself.

The little guy gave full play to the potential of eating goods in the future. Han Mo couldn't help laughing. In the past, he always listened to his colleagues complain that children love to talk when eating. He was never serious. He couldn't eat seriously until he kept telling them. Han Mo finally understood that it's not that children don't eat seriously and talk, but that the food is not delicious.

In front of her, Xuanxuan only said, "Dad's cooking is really delicious." I never said a word again. My small mouth is only used to do one thing and keep eating, eating, eating.