Chapter 14

With enough food and drink, Xuanxuan returned to the living room with a round belly.

Han Mo cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen. It's strange that the little guy was silent. Such a talkative little mouth was suddenly quiet. It's a little strange. Just now it was because he didn't have time to talk, but now he doesn't talk alone in the living room.

After cleaning up the kitchen, Han Mo walked into the living room and saw the little guy concentrating on the TV. He was very serious and stared at the TV screen with big eyes.

He was in the same direction as the TV. He didn't see the shadow broadcast on the TV. He just saw the golden light in the little guy's eyes. He was so fascinated that he didn't find that his father had entered the living room.

It was not until she approached that she saw that Xuanxuan was not watching her usual favorite cartoons, but watching a fashion show. Models dressed in beautiful but exaggerated clothes walked gracefully on the T-stage.

"Does Xuanxuan like watching models walk?" Han Mo looked at the little guy suspiciously and didn't understand what attracted her.

The little guy's eyes still fell on the TV. He replied with milk, "it's not walking, it's clothes. Why do aunts have so many great clothes." Xuanxuan really didn't know what words to use to describe the clothes she saw. They were so beautiful, but she didn't meet them in the street.

"This is not their clothes. These clothes are designed by designers and displayed by models." Han Mo sat beside Xuanxuan and said casually.

"But they can wear it!" Xuanxuan doesn't understand what her father said, but it's a happy thing to wear it. "Xuanxuan also wants to be a model and wear great clothes."

At ordinary times, little Xuanxuan, who always talks about adults, is still a child. Han Mo looked thoughtfully at some baby fat faces of the little guy, "Xuanxuan also wants to wear great clothes?"

The little guy nodded hard at his father, and then turned to the TV again.

"Xuanxuan can put on great clothes soon." Han Mo Meifeng finely adjusted and confidently hooked the corners of his mouth. In fact, the models on TV don't wear clothes that can be worn at ordinary times. The theme is environmental protection. Designers use paper and some materials used in life to make exaggerated and bold clothes. It may be because of their particularity that they attracted the attention of the little guys.

"Can Xuanxuan wear it?" The little guy looked at his father strangely. He couldn't believe he could wear the clothes worn by aunts on TV.

"Of course, just wait a minute." Han Mo Chong drowned and touched the little guy's head, "waiting for Dad."

The little guy nodded expectantly, and then sat on the sofa waiting for his father.

Han Mo is looking for something that can be used in the house. In fact, for him, anything can be used. Design originally comes from life, as long as there is sufficient imagination, which was played incisively and vividly by Han Mo in his previous life.

Han Mo, who came back again, had a lot of things in his hand. The little guy stared at the "baby" in his father's hand. Just for a moment, Meng Meng's big eyes showed a lost mood, because what her father held in his hand was not the skirt she expected to see, but paper, plastic bags, bottles, fruit, even her plush toys and a lot of messy things

Han Mo saw the loss in the little guy's eyes, put down the things in his hand and gently pinched Xuanxuan's small face, "Dad can do magic."

Yuxuan certainly believed what her father said, but... Can these things really make great clothes? There was a question mark in the little guy's little head.

When looking for these things, Han Mo envisioned in his mind where they could be used in the future and what they would look like after the finished products.

Although making clothes is just to make the little guy happy, Han Mo is still meticulous. He is used to this way of doing things. No matter what he does, he will be very focused as long as he does it, and he won't be careless because it's a game.

This attitude made him very tired in the past, but Han Mo just enjoyed this process. He was tired and had no choice.

Xuanxuan began to watch her father busy, but she couldn't see why. However, her little brain wanted to break her head, and she couldn't think of what her father would turn these things that she could see every day. Finally, she gave up and went to watch cartoons directly.

No little guy asked around. Han Mo's speed is faster. One set, two sets, three sets... A total of six sets. All the clothes cut with some strange things have been completed.

"Yuxuan, do you want to see great clothes?" Han Mo pretended to be mysterious and hid several clothes behind him.

The little guy heard his father's words and flew to his father like a bird, "want to think, want to see, want to see!" Xuanxuan jumped and ran behind her father like a treasure hunt.

Han Mo dodged and teased the little guy for a while, then raised his clothes in front of the little guy.

Seeing the six sets of clothes in her father's hands, Xuanxuan's big eyes twinkled with surprise. In any case, she could not connect these beautiful clothes in front with the daily necessities just now.

Xuanxuan was completely immersed in the worship of her father and the surprise of seeing the clothes. After staring at them for a long time, Han Mo swept Xuanxuan's upturned little nose, "why don't you put them on soon?"

The last second I was stunned and only focused on appreciating my father's works. The next second I couldn't wait to wear beautiful clothes on my body.

"Does Xuanxuan want to walk on the catwalk like the model aunt on TV?"

"Yes!" The little guy jumped and said the word almost excitedly.

"Change your clothes quickly every time you go."

Xuanxuan nodded seriously.

Han Mo arranged the sofa. The sofa with the imperial concubine's bed was just like a small T-stage. In order to make it convenient for the little guy to get on and off the sofa, Han Mo carefully built a temporary small ladder with a pillow and cushion.

Xuanxuan stood behind her father and stared. She wanted to jump on the sofa right away. She had picked a skirt to wear. It was made of waste paper after she scribbled. Because it was the color of Scribble and had no rules, it was folded into different shapes by Han Mo and spliced together to make a princess skirt with irregular radian, The color on the original paper added a bright spot to the skirt.

Han Mo found a light background music suitable for the show. The little guy couldn't wait and ran to the sofa on tiptoe.

"Wait!" Han Mo stopped Xuanxuan and picked up a white angel wing with the same material but turned the paper over.

The little guy couldn't help sighing, "Wow, I ~"

Han Mo gently carried the little wings to Xuanxuan, "the little angel can start."

A lively music sounded.

Xuanxuan steps on the rhythm and learns the steps she just saw on TV. She walks on the sofa like a model. Han Mo uses the paper roll as a microphone. "At the moment, the international supermodel Xuanxuan shows you the new midsummer style designed by Xuanxuan's father, a non famous designer. This skirt is fashionable and simple, with strong color as the theme..."

The little guy stopped at the end of the imperial concubine's bed, put a pose and a little model. In the process of walking back, Xuanxuan waved to the imaginary audience like an aunt on TV.

The little guy is really a playwright. His strange appearance made Han Mo laugh uncontrollably.

"The following suit is themed with fruit. The designer skillfully uses the materials to highlight the numerous and sweet fruits in summer..." Xuanxuan is now wearing a suit. Her upper body is a short version of clothes, and her lower body is a puffy skirt, which is made of plastic bags by Han mo. then many flowers and petals are carved out of orange skin and fixed on the skirt. With the swing of the skirt, it is like summer flower rain, He also made a headdress with grapefruit skin. Everything became magical after Han Mo's skillful hands. Xuanxuan put it on like a fairy.

Han Mo and Xuanxuan were immersed in the fashion show of two people who wrote, directed and performed by themselves. They had a lot of fun. They didn't find that someone was walking towards their door.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.