Chapter 789

Li Rong can't believe his ears. He is 36 years old. At this age, he spends most of his time running for his career. Watching movies with his wife in his spare time is the only entertainment.

Although Han Mo's comic magazine was very famous and had been popular throughout Asia, comic was not Li Rong's cognitive field, so he was shocked and speechless for a moment.

Li Rong looked at little pangxie. Originally, little pangxie wanted to tease him for a while and then tell him the truth, but now that it's all about this, it's not authentic to hide and tuck again, and Han Mo won't agree.

Little pangxie and Li Rong looked at each other, shrugged and smiled, pointing to Han Mo driving, "my brother Han is what you call the old man with a goatee."

Li Rong swallowed his saliva and looked at Han Mo who was driving seriously.

Han Mo Yu Guang saw Li Rong's gaze, smiled and didn't speak.

"Mr. Han Mo, I really didn't expect you to create this animation. I thought it was an elderly cartoonist." Li Rong is telling the truth. In his opinion, this animation will never be painted by a part-time painter.

Let alone that Han Mo can make animation, Li Rong doesn't know that Han Mo can draw.

Although he praised Doraemon just now, the description of the author was too inconsistent with the facts. Li Rong was still afraid that Han Mo would be unhappy.

Han Mo doesn't care what Li Rong said at all. It's not known how many children and their parents think of him as an old man with white beard. Anyway, there are not many more, and it's still that sentence. Just like the works. It doesn't matter whether you like him or not.

It doesn't matter whether you look handsome or ugly without a mother.

After this explosive shock, Li Rong has accepted the fact that Han Mo is the author. According to Xiao pangxie, Han Mo has other works. Li Rong has never paid attention to them before and will certainly not read them. Now after hearing that, Li Rong decides to read all the other comics.

Calm down, Li Rong suddenly thought of the original intention of creation just said by Han Mo, which was completely different from what he guessed.

Li Rong looked at Han Mo with more respect in his eyes.

"Mr. Han Mo, you said you created this animation for your daughter." Li Rong subconsciously looked back at Xuanxuan sitting in the children's seat.

In fact, if he was an ordinary fan, Han Mo would not let Li Rong get into his car. The reason why he took him was entirely because Li Rong was the obstetric director of the Ninth Hospital and the doctor who operated on Peng Ye.

Han Mo did not put on airs and answered truthfully, "in fact, I don't have many ideas, just to give my children a beautiful childhood. I hope she will have some good memories when she grows up. "

Li Rong was stunned. He always thought that Han Mo's works were distracted. He liked them very much, but although they were very good-looking, he still put making money first.

The box office of movies and the ratings of TV.

When Han Mo said that this excellent animation was just for his daughter, Li Rong was a little unconvinced or more incomprehensible.

Li Rong said bluntly, "I always think that when making a good film, the director should care most about the box office, while TV dramas, programs and animation are for ratings."

"That's right." Han Mo replied casually.

"It used to be, but it won't be.

In the past, it was for fame and money, because with these talents, I have the capital to do what I want to do. In the future, everything I do is for my most important people, and I may lose some fans. After all, not everyone likes to watch animation. " Han Mo smiled carelessly.

The car is approaching Li Rong's destination. The school of his son's counseling class is at the next intersection.

At first, Li Rong was a little excited when he sat in Han Mo's car. After all, he was driving a big star. He could even sit in the idol's car. This is not the treatment that every fan can have. If he didn't happen to be Peng Ye's surgeon, he might not have such treatment, but in the short time on the car, Han Mo surprised Li Rong one after another.

Han Mo's image in his heart is not only a well-known director, but also a gentle father behind the mysterious veil.

Li Rong understands the meaning of Han Mo's words. He also has children, and children have a very important position in his heart. Sometimes he wants to make money and work hard, just to let his son have a better education and a better life in the future.

But he really can't have both fish and bear's paw. If he can take care of his work, he can't take care of his family affairs, so that his son is very strange to himself. This is also his regret.

Li Rong was about to arrive at his destination. He took the time to ask the last question. At this time, Li Rong did not regard Han Mo as a star, but only regarded him as the child's father. "If shooting something that only his daughter likes affects his career, will you regret it?"

The car had stopped. Before getting off, Li Rong threw down the problem and was ready to open the door with one hand.

Han Mo turned to look at Li Rong, "No."

At that moment, time seemed to be static and gently patted Li Rong's cheek. He had not really played with his son for a long time. Every time his wife asked him to go out with them, he shirked it under the excuse of busy work. He just wanted to publish more papers and try again when he was young. Even today's pick-up of children from school, he was reluctant. He felt that work could not wait, but his son could wait.

Han Mo's car has left Li Rong's sight, but he still looks at the direction of the car. He is trying to recall his time with his son, but very few. He missed every parent-child meeting and parent-child activity of his son. On his son's birthday last year, he also missed the consultation.

But when his wife blamed him and his son lost his temper with him, he still felt that they could not understand him and that they were unreasonable.

He also said that he made money for his son, who is still so ignorant.

But

Li Rong took back his eyes, smiled and shook his head. Since he was all for his son, why did he miss his son's growth?

In the past, Li Rong always felt that he had a heavy burden. In fact, he had enough money to spend. Even if he stayed in his current post, his family was a relatively rich family. In fact, he was talking about his son. Isn't it his utilitarian heart? Is it not that you want too much, but also impose this desire on a high sounding reason, for your son, in fact, for yourself.

At the door of the classroom, the children had finished school. The teacher organized the children to line up and wait for their parents to pick them up.

Li Rong waved to his son, and the little boy rushed to his father.

"Dad, why did you pick me up today?" The little boy said excitedly.

Li Rong rubbed the child's head. "In the future, dad will pick you up."