Chapter 125

The little guy took the picture book and ran to Han Mo in his lovely pink slippers. "Dad, are you finished?"

Han Mo Chong drowned and touched the child's head. "Xuanxuan is so good. Dad is finished." He withdrew from the space-time forum without looking at the response of Beidu Writers Association and turned off the computer directly.

"Dad, Xuanxuan is sleepy and wants to sleep." The little guy yawned heavily.

Han Mo got up and pinched the baby's fat face. "You have to take a bath and go to bed."

I wanted to steal a lazy bath, but my father found out. The little guy tooted his mouth and followed his father into the bathroom.

As long as he is with the little guy, Han Mo will forget everything. Whether he is happy or unhappy, people or things are no longer important to him. The scene just happened in the forum had long been forgotten by him.

Xuanxuan was already sleepy. Han Mo's bedtime story was only half told, and the little guy fell asleep sweetly. Two little hands are still naughty holding his father. The little guy's fleshy face looks more round on the bed.

Han Mo put Xuanxuan's small hand into the quilt and couldn't help whispering, "I've really gained weight recently."

After closing the door of the small room, Han Mo began to tidy up the living room. Just now, the little guy was playing alone in the living room, and some of the last toys had not been cleaned up in time. Although the little guy had good habits and most of the finished things would be put back in place, he was a child after all.

In order to develop the habit of toy homing for the little guy, Han Mo specially bought a small toy rack and asked Xuanxuan to put the toys she used to play on the toys. The toy rack is placed next to the TV cabinet in the living room. The toys here are usually played by the little guy in the living room.

Han Mo put the little frog played by the last little guy back on the toy rack. The mobile phone on the table suddenly vibrated and Shuya's name jumped on the screen.

Han Mo looked at the time and did go to bed earlier than usual. Thinking that Shuya might call the child to say good night according to the previous sleep time, he connected the phone and said immediately“ The child fell asleep. He went to bed a little early today. "

Shuya gently "Oh" said, "I received the photos you sent." He paused for a moment and said, "it's still the same as before."

Shu Ya leaned against the head of the bed, but her eyes kept staring at the notebook screen beside the bed. The screensaver was a parent-child photo. Her daughter rode on her father's neck. Her father dragged the little guy's two flesh breathing hands. Both of them were laughing happily.

Han Mo was stunned and didn't understand Shuya's meaning. He followed and said, "it hasn't changed. Xuanxuan doesn't make up."

"I'm talking about you." Shu yayou's charming eyes brushed a trace of complex emotion, and his eyes fell on Han Mo's face not far away, full of a sunny smile, just like when they were in southern Jiangsu. How beautiful the years were at that time.

Shuya's brain was full of memories of their happiness. As soon as her heart warmed, her nose suddenly sour.

Han Mo was quite dull in emotion. He didn't understand Shuya's meaning. He thought he had heard wrong and subconsciously said, "huh?"

Shuya wiped the moist corners of her eyes, and she had brought the atmosphere up, but Han Mo just didn't follow her meaning and disrupted all the emotions just now.

"Don't you have anything to tell me?" Shuya's tone still maintained the original peace, but she was a little unhappy.

Han Mo thought, "yes."

Shuya smiled instantly on her face, moved her body against the head of the bed, couldn't restrain her joy, and asked softly, "what do you want to say?"

"Xuanxuan painted a puppy in the kindergarten, which is more abstract, but teacher Ding said it was very good and exhibited it in the kindergarten. Only two children's works in each class were selected. For this reason, the little guy has been showing off in front of me. Later, I went to school to see what others painted, which is more abstract than what Xuanxuan painted. No wonder the teacher always said that Xuanxuan has a talent for painting."

After that, Han Mo remembered that when he went to the kindergarten, the little guy showed him his little expression. There were also the paintings on display. If it wasn't for the name, he couldn't see what the painting was. It was all the level of an abstract master, but this was the child's imagination. Han Mo couldn't help laughing.

Shuya didn't expect Han Mo to say this. The smile she had just hung froze on her face. She took a deep breath and pressed the fire. "Is there nothing else except children?"

other? Han Mo was completely confused. The content he used to call Shuya was all about children. He thought about it again. Suddenly, he thought of something else. He quickly said, "yes, you didn't remind me. I almost forgot."

Shuya brushed a trace of shyness around her mouth, subconsciously stroked her loose long hair behind her ears, and gently asked, "what's the matter?"

Han Mo didn't think about it and said casually, "it's not a big deal. Help me tell Zeng Ying that the child doesn't have to be sent to her this Saturday, and it won't be used in the future. Someone at home will help me take care of the child."

Shu Ya almost threw out her cell phone. After holding it for so long, she just sent a message for him.

"OK, I see. I'll hang up if it's all right."

Shu Ya threw her cell phone into the bed and went straight into the quilt. She threw her cell phone and didn't get rid of her hatred. She kept running her gas.

Suddenly, Shuya sat up and said to herself, "someone helped him take care of his children? Who will help Han Mo take care of the children? "

The brain is blank. She regrets that she hung up too fast and didn't ask carefully. Shuya quickly took her mobile phone and turned it to Han Mo's number.

His fingers stopped at the top of Han Mo's name, but he hesitated again. He wanted to ask, but he was afraid to hear the answer. It was hard not to ask.

"No, sleep." Shuya threw her mobile phone to her pillow, pressed the light remote control, and angrily got into bed.

Han Mo looked at the hung up mobile phone screen. Shuya's name was still there. He felt that Shuya seemed angry, but he didn't know why she was angry. He was a little confused.

After all, there are many intrigues in the entertainment circle. There are no relatives in Beidu Shuya. They have to show the best side in front of the camera every day. When they accumulate more negative emotions, they will find a place to vent. Although they are in the entertainment circle, they are men and have better emotional control than women, Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that Shuya was not easy these years and decided to follow her as much as possible in the future.

Han Mo put down his cell phone and worked for a while. It was very late before going to bed. He gently pushed open Xuanxuan's door.

The little guy's two small hands had stretched out the quilt, held high above his head and made a "surrender" gesture.

Han Mo quietly walked over and put his two little hands back into the quilt. Just after he put them into the quilt, the little guy turned over again, swept his little nose, and muttered, "Grandpa, let's go play..."

Han Mo smiled and shook his head. He tucked Xuanxuan in again. He knew that the children were looking forward to their grandparents. Fortunately, they were coming soon.