Chapter 355

Han Mo looked in the direction Zhang Mingli pointed and smiled.

Zhang Mingli looked at Han Mo and smiled with excitement in his eyes. "Don't you see the meaning of this painting? Do you think it's just a small tree and grass? "

When Zhang Mingli was appreciating the painting, several people around him saw only small trees and grass. He was the only one who saw that the child's work expressed spring. Finally, he took a closer look. The name of the work was really called "spring is coming", for which he was very proud.

Han Mo glances at the author's name below the title of the work, which impressively reads Han Zhixuan.

No matter how low-key he is and how much he doesn't like to show off, he can't control what happens to his daughter. He wants to tell everyone that the author of this painting is his daughter. At the moment, when Zhang Mingli shows up here, Han Mo wants to sue him immediately. Han Zhixuan is his daughter.

Han Mo pointed to Han Zhixuan's name and just wanted to talk.

Zhang Mingli snapped, "yes, the child's name is also pleasant to hear. Zhixuan, what a nice name. If Zhixuan has a heart, he is a happy and lovely child."

Han Mo agrees with this sentence very much. The little guy is not only cute, but also very happy. He always smiles and has no trouble. Her happiness will also bring happiness to everyone around him. That's why han Mo will be in a better mood as long as he sees his daughter.

"Yes, Yuxuan is really cute and easy to make people close to her happy." Han Mo's brain showed the little guy's fleshy little face and lovely little expression. He couldn't help saying.

"How do you know that the child is lovely? Indeed, when I first came to the exhibition, I saw her in the entrance hall. The little guy not only painted well, but also wore a particularly beautiful skirt. According to her, she designed it herself. You didn't see that skirt. It's too bright. The key is very special, The little girl looks like a flower fairy shuttling through the flowers. The key is that the children also explained that this skirt and other people's works reflect each other remotely. They both represent spring. It's the first time I've met such a talented little Lori at such an old age. "

Han Mo glanced at Zhang Mingli and was a little uncomfortable with his exaggerated description. In particular, the word little Lori was like a strange uncle's bad intentions.

Originally, she was easy-going with a smile, and suddenly became serious. "It's not Laurie, she's just a child, a four-year-old child."

Zhang Mingli was stunned at the sudden change of Han Mo's expression and quickly added, "I know she is only four years old and looks like four or five years old. I mean, how nice it would be if I had such a daughter."

"Dad!" The little guy's soft and tender voice suddenly came from behind Han Mo and Zhang Mingli.

Zhang Mingli was stunned when he heard the familiar voice and turned back in surprise.

Han Mo turned back with a smile when he heard the familiar voice.

"Dad, Dad, the teacher said that he would enter the voting link soon. Will dad accompany me?" The little guy ran to Han Mo and shook Han Mo's arm.

Dad... Dad?

Zhang Mingli opened his mouth in surprise.

He looked at the little guy. There was nothing wrong with that little girl he just met at the door. At first, he just thought the child's skirt was very special, so he looked more. Unexpectedly, he accidentally heard the child say that the skirt was designed by herself, which was the interest of Zhang Ming.

Later, the little guy said that his painting was far from the skirt. They all said spring, and also said the name of his work.

Zhang Mingli couldn't believe his eyes. He looked at the little guy and looked at Han mo. his eyes moved back and forth between the little guy and Han mo.

Han mo... Han Zhixuan

Just now, why didn't I think about the connection? Just now, I deliberately showed off in front of Han Mo that I understood the painting, explained the meaning of the painting in front of Han Mo, and even commented on the little guy's skirt in front of his father.

Zhang Mingli suddenly smiled awkwardly, and the air was filled with embarrassment.

"Han Mo, I didn't know that Xuanxuan was your daughter. You're amazing. You've trained such an excellent daughter. If the child is the most gifted child I've ever seen, you're the most gifted father I've ever seen." Zhang Mingli tried his best to say good words and make up for his foolish behavior with the best words.

Han Mo smiled and shook his head. In fact, when he first saw the painting, he wanted to tell Zhang Mingli that the author of the painting was his daughter, but Zhang Mingli was too excited to give him this opportunity.

Han Mo said with a smile, "OK, don't wear a high hat. You're going to vote soon. The results of today's competition will come out. We should go to the award area. Go and be busy."

Zhang Mingli looked at the time. It was really time to vote. He smiled awkwardly and touched the back of his head. "Mr. Han Mo, I'm not wearing a high hat for you. You are a really excellent and excellent father, hehe."

Han Mo smiled and said nothing. He was happy. Others praised him for his good song writing, good TV performance and good script writing. He was not so happy. The most happy thing for Han Mo was that someone praised him as an excellent father.

The glory a daughter brings to his father is the proudest capital of every father.

"Thank you." Han Mo said with a smile, then touched the little guy's head, "say goodbye to your brother."

The little guy didn't know Zhang Mingli, so he didn't take the initiative to say hello just now. At the moment, his father introduced him. The child waved politely, "brother, bye."

Zhang Mingli grinned shyly, "call me uncle. Call me brother. Don't I have to call Mr. Han Mo uncle."

Han Mo just casually called him brother, because Zhang Mingli usually does. No matter how old a child is, he always asks others to call him brother, so Han Mo is used to saying that.

"Then call it Uncle Zhang." Han Mo looked at the little guy and said with a smile.

Xuanxuan didn't know what the adults were talking about. She just called her whatever her father asked her to call. The little guy looked at Zhang Mingli and said, "Uncle Zhang, bye." Waved again.

Zhang Mingli's heart was sprouted by the little guy. He quickly raised his arm and waved back to the child.

Although it was a little embarrassing to say those words in front of other people's children's father just now, he still hoped that it would be nice if he had such a daughter.

Zhang Mingli looked back at Xuanxuan and walked forward.

"Dad, uncle seems to have gone the wrong way. That sign is for the toilet." Xuanxuan pointed to the sign above in the distance.

Han Mo looked at the direction pointed to the child and couldn't help laughing.