The name of the original owner of Han Mo's body was beating on the phone, Shu Ya. This woman he loves and hates.

Countless memories of the original owner and Shu Ya in Han Mo's brain quickly passed in front of his eyes, like acting in a movie. Shu Ya was originally a southern girl, and six years ago, despite the opposition of her family, she followed the original owner to the northern capital without hesitation, and lived a painful life in the north, and it was also because of this elopement that Shu Ya and her family completely broke up, and there was no contact for several years.

Shu Ya, who fled with the original owner desperately, did not dislike the poor life and hard life, silently accompanied the original owner, worked hard to make money, subsidized the family, and worked hard for the unrealistic dream of the original owner.

At that time, although the days were light, and there was no lack of small quarrels on weekdays, it was also harmonious. And when the original owner auditioned for the n+1st time, he broke the already fragile peace.

The original owner failed this audition, but Shu Ya, who accompanied him, was unexpectedly favored by the director and played the role of the female number three, which also allowed Shu Ya to embark on the road of an actor, as Shu Ya became more and more popular, the key is that Shu Ya's career is the road of acting that the original owner can not seek, which makes him more impetuous, suspicious and vexatious, and slowly the relationship between the two people broke down, and in a quarrel, Shu Ya finally left him ruthlessly.

Han Mo connected the phone, this was the first time he had spoken to Shu Ya, and he didn't know what to say, thinking that Shu Ya was calling, there must be something, so he didn't speak first, waiting to listen to the other party's voice.

Shu Ya didn't hear Han Mo speak, she was also stunned for a moment, and quickly took the mobile phone in her ear to her eyes and thought it was hung up, and glanced at it before she was still counting the seconds to make sure that she didn't hang up, every time she called, she could hear his lazy first sentence, "You still know how to make a phone call, the child has no living expenses." "I didn't say it this time, Shu Ya was strange.

Neither side spoke, the phone fell into an awkward atmosphere for a while, Shu Ya coughed lightly, "This filming time is a bit long, and I went to Europe for filming again, and it may take a few days to go back." She explained so much that the other party was not impatient, Shu Ya was a little surprised, paused and continued, "How is Xuanxuan doing in the past few months?

Han Mo waited for Shu Ya to finish all the words, and probably knew the purpose of Shu Ya's call, glanced at Xuanxuan, who was eagerly waiting in line on the sofa not far away to answer the phone, and hooked the corners of his mouth, "Xuanxuan is fine, don't worry." "The first question is answered, and the second question, money. To be honest, there is no money in the family, the original owner spends money lavishly, and Shu Ya's living expenses for Xuanxuan have been squandered by him, but Han Mo is not the original owner, how can he care about women asking for money, "There is money, enough to spend." Han Mo briefly answered all of Shu Ya's questions.

It seemed that it was time to end the call at this time, and the two fell silent again, at this time Xuanxuan jumped over, "Dad, Dad, is it Mom? I want to talk to Mom." ”

Han Mo breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart, and gently handed the phone to Xuanxuan. He just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, although he had the original owner's memory of Shu Ya in his mind, but he still felt weird when he really talked to the child's mother.

Xuanxuan and her mother were coquettish for a while, and then reluctantly hung up the phone.

Shu Ya took the phone and looked at the screen of the mobile phone that had been hung up for a long time.

"What's the matter? Call that guy again? Every time I ask for money, what kind of moth is there this time?" Peng Ye held a lady's cigarette between his two slender fingers, inhaled lightly in his mouth, and slowly spit out wisps of smoke rings.

"I feel like he's not the same as he used to be. ”

Peng Ye snorted contemptuously, and his tense face showed a trace of helplessness, "Every time you say that, as a result, he has no other surprises except for getting worse and worse." Find a nanny for Xuanxuan as soon as possible, and then completely draw a line with that guy, what happened to the child's life with him. ”

Shu Ya sighed deeply, "The child is willing to be with him, but I can't help it." She did feel that this time was really different from before, but she couldn't tell what was different, so she whispered to herself, "Maybe I'm thinking too much again," and shook her head helplessly.

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The little guy is the happiest, because this is the first time in her memory, her parents didn't quarrel on the phone, although they didn't feel intimate, but at least they didn't quarrel, in Xuanxuan's little heart, this is a good sign, and she is one step closer on the road of trying to let her parents live together.

Han Mo looked at the time, he used to feel that time passed so quickly only when he was working, but he didn't expect that time passed faster with the little guy, and it was time to sleep.

The little guy was still jumping and jumping on the sofa and running back and forth with a kite, although he was reluctant to interrupt Xuanxuan, but children can't stay up late, "Xuanxuan, it's time for us to sleep." ”

A happy smile stiffened the little guy's pink face, "However, Xuanxuan hasn't played enough and doesn't want to sleep." ”

"It's not for Xuanxuan to sleep right away, we can lie in bed first, and Dad will tell Xuanxuan a story and fall asleep slowly. ”

Xuanxuan heard her father say that she wanted to tell a story, and her little face showed an excited expression, "Okay, Xuanxuan wants to listen to the story." ”

Han Mo knew what Grimm's fairy tales and Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales had never appeared in this world, he casually thought of a story "The Frog Prince" that he often heard when he was a child, and was going to use this story to coax the little princess to sleep, there was no fairy tale book, in order to make Xuanxuan feel this story more clearly, Han Mo decided to tell it while drawing the main plot for Xuanxuan.

When he took the pen and paper back to the bedroom, the little guy had already turned into the quilt by himself, covered the quilt, and only showed a cute little face, Bawang's big eyes flickered innocently, and he was always ready for his father to come in and tell the story.

"How will we today be the story of "The Frog Prince". Han Mo touched the top of the little guy's head.

Xuanxuan knew about frogs, but it was the first time she had heard of the frog prince, and she was very interested.

Han Mo's deep magnetic voice sounded slowly, "In ancient times when wishes could still come true, there was a king whose daughters were all beautiful, especially the younger daughter, and even the sun, who had seen everything, would be amazed at her beauty every time she saw her. She has a golden ball that is her favorite toy, and in the hot summer, she often sits by a well under a linden tree, throwing the golden ball high and catching it......" Han Mo quickly drew the main content on the paper while telling the story.

Xiao Xuanxuan listened carefully to the story told by her father, and stared intently at the picture sketched by her father.

"But once, when the little princess threw the golden ball high into the air, she did not catch it, and fell to the ground, and the golden ball rolled and rolled into the well. The golden ball was the little princess's favorite toy, and she cried anxiously. Because of Han Mo's pictures, the story became more vivid, and the little guy's expression became sad together, and his pink little mouth pouted, and he was about to cry.

Han Mo noticed the change in the little guy's mood and hurriedly talked about the following plot, "At this time, a voice suddenly came. He changed his voice and said, "'Beautiful little princess, is there anything I can help with?' and the little princess told the frog what had happened to her, and the frog promised the little princess to help her retrieve the golden ball on the condition that she would be friends with the frog. ”

The little guy was originally happy that he could pick up the golden ball, but when he heard that he was going to be friends with the frog, the frog appeared in his little head, and he couldn't help but shiver and muttered quietly, "The frog is so ugly, I don't want to be friends with him." ”

Han Mo pinched Xuanxuan's pink little face, and said patiently, "Xuanxuan can't judge people by their appearance, whether they are beautiful or ugly, as long as he has good intentions and wants to be friends with us, we must treat each other with sincerity, you know?"

The little guy looked at his father as if he didn't understand, what Dad said must be right, after she thought about it, the little chicken nodded as if pecking rice, "Xuanxuan knows, what about later?"

"Of course the little princess befriended the frog, ate with him and played with him. ”

Xuanxuan also became happy, the image of the frog seems to be less ugly, and the frog is very cute in her father's painting.

Then one day, the little frog woke up into a handsome and handsome young man, who turned out to be a prince of a neighboring country, who had been turned into a frog by a witch's spell, and only by true friendship could he regain his human form. It was the friendship of the little princess that lifted the spell, and the little princess lived happily ever after with the frog prince. ”

"Wow, that's great. The little guy was very satisfied with the result, and shook his little face excitedly with his two little hands.

"Well, the story is over, and it's time for the little princess to sleep. ”

In fact, the little guy has long been sleepy, listening to the story and reading the pictures, the little heart gets great satisfaction, sleeps very fast, and after a while, he falls asleep sweetly.

Han Mo couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth, "This little guy." ”

Gently pasted it on Xuanxuan's forehead.