Chapter 271

Children will be alive when they are happy. If they are not happy, they will wilt and unwilling to speak. That's the case with the little guy. So at the moment of opening the door, Chen Yuehong found that the child was wrong.

"What's the matter, Xuanxuan?" Chen Yuehong took the little guy's small book bag and asked painfully.

The little guy didn't have much spirit. He hung his head. When he heard grandma's question, he slowly raised his small face, then shook his head and said, "Xiaohu and ruiruirui didn't come to the kindergarten, and dad didn't want to go to Xuanxuan's kindergarten, but Xuanxuan wanted to go."

As soon as Chen Yuehong heard that this was the reason, she looked at Han Mo and didn't speak immediately.

This winter in Beidu, the flu is very serious. Many children in the community are ill. Even several old sisters of the dance team are hospitalized. They lie at home. Many people are missing. At first, they still insist on practicing. Later, there are too few people, so the dance team informed the group to rest. They have rested for several days, So Chen Yuehong understands Han Mo's mood that he doesn't want his children to go to kindergarten.

Influenza is originally spread through human to human contact in the air. Trying not to go to crowded places is the first step to prevent influenza.

If it's something else that the little guy wants to do and Han Mo won't let it, Chen Yuehong will stand on the side of the child and fight for her. However, Chen Yuehong doesn't dare to say much about it today. After looking at her son, she just picked up her baby granddaughter and didn't speak.

"Xuanxuan, it's not that Dad won't let you go to the kindergarten. It's because the children in the kindergarten are sick recently. Dad is afraid that Xuanxuan will also get sick. The flu virus can't be seen or touched. It's not that Xuanxuan can absolutely avoid washing her hands every time. We can also prevent it by reducing contact with pathogens." Han Mo tried to make the little guy understand in a reasonable way that it was a last resort not to go to kindergarten in order not to make her sick.

"Children don't have viruses. They're not pathogens." The little guy didn't quite understand what his father meant by pathogens and viruses, but it didn't sound like a good word. It should be something like a monster. Wow, the little guy cried.

"Xuanxuan is going, she is going." The little guy is usually very reasonable, but this time he resisted with his father. From school today, Xuanxuan's mood was a little low. At first, Han Mo thought that the child was anxious because several of her best children were ill.

But at the moment, Han Mo had a faint worry. He took the little guy from his grandmother's arms and gently put him on the ground. The little guy stood on the ground with his feet, big eyes wrongly looking at his father, and his curled thick eyelashes dipped in a little tears.

Han Mo reached out and gently stroked the child's forehead, feeling the temperature of the child's forehead.

At first, Chen Yuehong didn't think of it. Seeing Han Mo's move, she also tightened her heart and asked quietly, "do you have a fever?"

Han Mo shook his head. "No."

Chen Yuehong breathed a sigh of relief, and her frown, which had originally frowned, stretched slightly.

At this time, the door opened and Han Jun came back from the outside. While changing his shoes, he said helplessly, "the Lao Wang family downstairs are ill. Why is the flu so severe this time."

The old man hasn't found his slippers yet. When he changed his shoes and walked into the living room, he saw his baby granddaughter standing in the middle of the living room with tears. Every day the little guy would jump at him like a swallow after school. Today, he was forced to be miserable. Han Jun was distressed and immediately asked, "Oh, who made my baby granddaughter cry."

Han Mo didn't say a word and stood in place with a serious expression.

Chen Yuehong whispered a few words in his wife's ear. Originally, Han Jun was also a person who had no principles in front of his granddaughter, but after listening to his wife's words, he smashed his mouth and glanced at Han mo.

"Xuanxuan, grandpa told you that the little brother downstairs is also sick. My father doesn't want you to get sick because he doesn't want you to go to kindergarten. The flu is terrible this time." Han Jun showed his expression and action when he usually imitated the big gray wolf.

The little guy still can't understand why he is good. When he goes to the kindergarten, he will get sick, but there is no such fierce resistance, because her father, grandfather and grandmother don't let her go. If the child has no backer, he won't be so stubborn.

One night, the little guy still looked at the past, ate, read and played with toys for a while, but his state was not as good as before. He went to bed wilting before he even finished watching two episodes of TV dramas.

Until the evening, Han Mo had time to look through wechat and pay attention to the dynamics of Shuya. Just after opening the home page, he saw a hot Search about Shuya: Shuya, new song.

Every time he sees Shuya's name in an eye-catching position, Han Mo has an inexplicable sense of pride in his heart. He clicks on the hot search keywords, and Shuya's program jumps to the center of the screen. Han Mo clicks to maximize, which is a little disappointed. It's just a short publicity clip, and there is no segment of Shuya's singing.

Turning off the video, Han Mo thought that after "in my song" was given to Shuya, he only knew that Shuya had recorded it, but he had not heard it personally. Although Meng Si and Peng ye had a good relationship, they did not belong to the same company after all, and many things could not be synchronized. At first, Han Mo didn't feel anything, but he was a little uncomfortable when he clicked on the video just now. Shu Ya sang the song he gave. She couldn't be the first to hear her sing.

The more Han Mo thought about it, the more sour he felt. He couldn't help opening Shuya's mobile phone number. At the moment of clicking and dialing, Han Mo's finger stopped at the top of the screen.

He smashed his mouth. He was so careful. Just now he wanted to ask Shuya why he was not the first person to listen to her sing "in my song". Fortunately, he didn't dial the phone with vinegar, otherwise Shuya would laugh at him.

Han Mo has not experienced this feeling for a long time. Maturity and steadiness have always been synonymous with Han Mo, but recently he found that his emotions always fluctuate because of elegance. Maybe this is what people say. Only in front of close people can he show his child like side.

The bottom of the promotional video of the program is full of messages about Shuya's new songs. Han Mo slides the screen down to see if there is a jet. Shuya is on fire now, and there will be more enemies hiding in the dark, watching her every move with jealous eyes. Before, some professional black fans always visited Shuya's comment area. Since Han Mo began to quietly supervise, It's much better. In addition to the last time that Li Xi was completely eliminated, those studios hiding in the dark do not know who is helping Shuya, but they certainly know that someone or team behind Shuya is supervising wechat. Naturally, they dare not become the second Li Xi.

Han Mo has been looking down for a long time, but he hasn't seen any negative news. The comments in front are more like and follow-up comments. It's also a position where the professional black powder Navy often squats. There's no need to look at the comments in the future. There won't be any guidance. Han Mo looked at the circle and smiled. Fortunately, the comment area is relatively harmonious, so he's relieved.

Han Mo swiped the screen again and pulled the page to the position of the video. He wanted to watch the video again. He liked the white dress Shuya wore very much. Before clicking on the screen, he saw the comment at the top.

"When recording the program, I was on the spot (manual pride). In my song can definitely compete with that year in a hurry. I don't know if Shuya will release a new album right away. I hope the whole album is at the same level as this song."

In fact, this comment is neither funny nor special, but it was praised by netizens. In addition to saying that he was on the scene and was admired by most netizens, he also said that he hoped Shuya could produce a new album.

The comment area is full of support for him, leaving a message saying that it is the same as hope.

Han Mo smiled and whispered, "do you want Shuya's new album? How difficult is that? "