The hairstylists subconsciously took a step back, with a posture that they had nothing to do with themselves, and admired it in their hearts, but who should carry the pot.

Although Meng Si was short in stature and shook the water snake's waist in a girlish manner, he was very fierce, and walked in front of Han Mo in a few steps.

Han Mo didn't speak, his dark eyes were bottomless, making it impossible to guess his thoughts, it was the first time Meng Si had met a stylist who dared to look at him with such eyes, and his originally tense face gradually changed, and he burst out laughing.

"What's your name, you can be my exclusive stylist in the future. Meng Si charmingly stroked the hair on her forehead.

Han Mo didn't speak, he tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he didn't think to tell him his name at all.

Meng Si felt from the bottom of his heart that this young man was good, he looked pleasing to the eye, his personality was stubborn and cute, he was young but mature and steady, and he couldn't be more suitable as a personal stylist. "Don't worry, do things for me, I won't be disadvantaged by money. In this way, you make an offer. ”

"All I need is the money to cut my hair today, 1880. "Han Mo worked as a stylist all his life in his previous life, and he will never return to his old business in this life, otherwise he will have a high salary everywhere with his ability, and he will not wander around the street to find a job.

Han Mo's answer, everyone present was stunned, although Meng Si was difficult to serve, but being able to become his royal stylist was a very good platform for them who were still working at the grassroots level, and the others present would never refuse the same invitation.

Such a naked refusal, the first time Meng Si encountered it, the little man almost jumped up, and it was the first time that he Meng Si invited someone to do things for him so kindly.

Meng Si couldn't accept Han Mo's rejection, the feeling of being rejected for the first time was not good at all, he took a deep breath and tried not to explode immediately, "Today's money will definitely not be less for you." "He's going to take the card.

"I want cash. Han Mo's flat voice interrupted Meng Si's movements.

Meng Si paused, took out a wad of money from his wallet with his slender fingers, suppressed his displeasure and kept smiling, gritting his teeth and thinking to himself, if it weren't for the first time in more than forty years, someone would have cut their hair satisfactorily, would they give you these good faces?

Han Mo glanced at the money and knew that these were more than 1880, although the price in his previous life was much more expensive than this, but the price negotiated before, Han Mo didn't want to take advantage of others, he took out the extra 100 yuan bill, took out a 20 face value from his body, and handed it to Meng Si together.

"It's all for you, you don't have to look for me. Meng Si was notoriously stingy in circles, but he was never stingy when it came to what he thought was worth spending money on.

Han Mo gently put the money on the mirror platform beside Meng Si, "The extra money is here." Then he turned and walked away.

"You, you wait, be my royal stylist, how many people dream of it, I'll give you another ten minutes, you, you think about it, don't leave yet." The fire in Meng Si's heart has burned to the top of his brain, and it will explode if he blows again.

The store manager quietly walked behind Han Mo and said in a voice that Han Mo could hear, "If you don't want to go to him, come and work with us." ”

Han Mo politely hooked the corners of his mouth, shook his head slightly, ignored Meng Si's words, and continued to walk towards the door.

"Ten, ten minutes haven't come yet. Meng thought about getting angry, but he found that the other party didn't even give him a chance to get angry, "I'm Meng Si, you don't want to be a stylist for me." ”

As the glass door pulled and closed, only a tall and handsome back was left, and finally disappeared from sight.

Meng Si screamed angrily, stomped his feet fiercely with his hands on his hips, and the employees in the store hurriedly went about their own work, so as not to suffer.

It was originally passing by, Han Mo didn't care if he was Meng Si or Kong Si, raised his arm and looked at the watch on his wrist, and it was time to pick up the little guy from school.

It turns out that no matter what happens, as long as there is a place for a woman, the news will spread at the speed of sound, Han Mo's original song won the TV station's award, this news exploded in the circle of children's parents, and when Han Mo appeared at the door of the kindergarten again, the eyes around him became different.

However, he didn't care about any of this, Han Mo's attention was completely on the children who came out of the queue, because his little princess was about to line up and come out of the gate like the children.

As soon as the little one reached the door, he stretched out his little head and looked around, looking for his father's figure.

Han Mo saw Xuanxuan at a glance and walked towards her.

"Dad!" Xuanxuan happily ran to Han Mo with a small schoolbag on her back, jumped onto her father's body.

Han Mo picked up Xuanxuan, looked carefully at the little guy's smiling little face, his eyes moved to his hair, Han Mo gently put Xuanxuan on the ground, took her little hand, hooked the corners of his mouth dotingly, and touched the top of the little guy's head.

Han Mo saw that this was no longer the braid he braided in the morning, it should be that the teacher was afraid that the child would be uncomfortable braiding it during the nap, so he took it apart.

Although he tried his best to imitate the original pattern, it was really too far behind, if it was someone else, he might still think it was good, but Han Mo was the designer of this braid, "Is the hair comfortable, is it too tight?" He noticed that the braid on the back of Xuanxuan's head was obviously a little tight in order to weave a bow and a heart pattern.

It's a little tight but not serious, Xuanxuan didn't care about it before, but now that Dad said it, she felt a little uncomfortable, she nodded slightly.

Han Mo casually untied her braids, kneaded the little guy's long hair, rubbed his fingers into the hair, and the movements were done in one go, and in the blink of an eye, there was a cute ball on the top of Xuanxuan's head, which was neat, playful and cute.

Ding Rou had just given all the children in the class to their parents, and she was very puzzled by Xuanxuan's father's abnormal state, she did not return to the kindergarten immediately, but stood at the door and secretly observed Han Mo's reaction when she saw the child's hair, knowing that she had studied the hair braiding method for a long time.

Although Han Mo didn't have any expression when he saw her braided hair, the careful Ding Rou still found that his eyebrows were slightly frowned, his innocent eyes flashed, and he sighed softly, "The head of the ball is so beautiful." "Inexplicably a little lost.

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Han Mo used the money he earned from cutting his hair to buy a lot of seafood and was going to cook a seafood feast for the little guy, his father was busy in the kitchen, and Xuanxuan was watching the hand-painted version of "The Frog Prince" in the living room alone.

The little guy likes the picture books drawn by her father very much, today she went to school and mentioned it to her friends, they still don't believe it, next time you must bring the book to school, Xuanxuan's little brain thought, but the little nose sensitively smelled the fragrance wafting from the kitchen.

"Dad, is dinner ready?"

As soon as Han Mo brought the dishes to the table, before he could ask Xuanxuan to eat, the little guy came over with his own smell.

The little guy gave full play to the potential of a foodie in the future, Han Mo couldn't help laughing, he used to always listen to colleagues complain that children love to talk when eating, and they never took it seriously, and they had to keep telling them to eat seriously, Han Mo finally understood, it was not that the child didn't eat seriously and loved to talk, but that the food was not delicious.

Xuanxuan in front of her only said, "Dad's cooking is really delicious." "I never said a word again, the little mouth is only used to do one thing and keep eating, eating, eating.