Han Mo walked to the door of the house, just took out the key, and was about to open the door, when the door suddenly opened from the inside.

"Mom, Xuanxuan, she ......"

"Shhhh Chen Yuehong whispered.

Han Mo entered the door lightly, and at a glance he saw the little guy lying on the sofa and falling asleep.

The loose black hair was scattered around the little head, the round little face, the upturned little nose, maybe Han Mo's voice when he came back still affected her, the little guy frowned slightly, the little head moved, the corners of his mouth smiled, and muttered, "Dad, Dad......"

"Daddy is back. Han Mo rubbed the top of the little guy's head dotingly, and moved the little guy's crooked little brain to his leg.

Chen Yuehong had been standing aside, with a distressed look on her face.

Han Mo gently stroked the broken hair on the child's forehead to the back of his head, "Did the child eat at night?"

Chen Yuehong shook her head and sighed, "No, I have to wait for my father to come back, I have been refusing to eat, and then I fell asleep on the sofa, I want to carry her in, this child is strong, no matter what, I don't want my father to hug me." ”

Han Mo looked at the little guy's pink little face and sighed softly in distress. Probably feeling that Dad had returned, he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, but his little hand grabbed Dad's fingers, tilted his little head, and fell asleep again.

Han Mo gently hugged the little guy.

"Daddy...... Daddy...... "The little guy was lying on the bed, and as soon as he covered the little quilt, he muttered to himself again.

"Daddy is here. Han Mo touched the top of the child's head dotingly, and the little guy held his father's big hand again, as if this was the only way to sleep with peace of mind.

Han Mo didn't leave, just sat on the edge of the little guy's bed, and let the little guy hold his hand, in fact, if possible, why didn't Han Mo want to hold the child's hand like this forever.

Han Mo thought silently in his heart, it must be possible, isn't his life's energy just to help the little guy and Shu Ya realize their little wishes and dreams.

Suddenly, Han Mo smiled, not because the little guy's sleeping posture is cute at the moment, but because Han Mo has his own new goal, he is happiest when he is not standing on the stage and being noticed by everyone, nor is he being touted by the media after winning the award, let alone writing books and poems when the screenwriter has many fans, but when he helps Shu Ya step by step towards his ideal through his own efforts, it is Shu Ya who sings the song he wrote and becomes the most dazzling star on the stage, it is the little guy who holds his hand and calls his father sweetly, it is this dependence, this responsibility, this love。

He is very satisfied, he will smile in his sleep, and he will think before he goes to bed that he must become a better version of himself, because there are still two people who are proud of his success, who are concerned about him, who support him, who need him.

This may be Han Mo's greatest happiness.

In fact, a man's success is not how many muscles you have, how many women you are around, beautiful looks, and outstanding figure, but the multiple responsibilities that this man can bear on his shoulders.

Some people can only bear their own food and clothing, some people can take it to fall in love, some people can't even support themselves, and they have to reach out to their parents to ask for money, and some people will only escape when they encounter problems, and Han Mo's shoulders at this moment are a home.

This family not only includes Shu Ya, Xuanxuan, but also his parents, and will also include Shu Ya's parents in the future.

Han Mo took a deep breath, looked at the cute little guy in front of him warmly, and secretly made up his mind that he must spend more time with the child in the future, while she can still call dad like this, and still hold his big hand coquettishly.

The little guy may have dreamed of something, he laughed out loud, then turned over, let go of his father's hand, and the sleeping child began to return to the state of difficult sleeping position.

Han Mo stuffed the little guy's two little arms into the quilt, and carefully checked the surroundings of the quilt to make sure that the little feet were not likely to kick out from all directions, so he got up and left with confidence.

......

The next day, early in the morning

The little guy knew in a daze that his father was back, and he slept very sweetly, because he didn't eat at night, and his little stomach was hungry early, so he needed his father to wake up, and the little nose sniffed, and the smell of delicious breakfast wafted out of the kitchen, and the little guy jumped off the small bed.

"Dad, Dad, Xuanxuan is going to eat, and her little belly is hungry. The little guy ran to the kitchen, patted his little belly, and said aggrievedly.

Han Mo got up very early and made her favorite siu mai for the little guy, and the little guy's nose was smart, and he came running when he smelled the smell.

If you want to eat again, you have to wash your face and brush your teeth first, this is the rule of the family, at first Xuanxuan was anxious to eat Grandma always wanted to let the child go, but Han Mo formulated it as a rule that could not be changed, and it was absolutely not allowed to relax, the little guy wanted to resist at first, but later knew that resistance was ineffective at all, so he didn't want to resist, as long as the first thing he got up must be to brush his teeth and wash his face obediently.

With the help of her grandmother, Xuanxuan finished washing her face and brushing her teeth, sat at the table, and enjoyed her delicious breakfast with a happy face.

Because today is a sharing day, every child should bring their favorite food to the kindergarten to share with everyone.

The amount does not need to be much, the main thing is to let the children know the truth of sharing, and generally parents will buy small cakes and small biscuits that their children like to eat, so as to bring enough children in the class.

Han Mo didn't want to buy what was sold in the supermarket, so he made it himself every time, the last time he made the biscuits, this time he made cupcakes.

After the little one finishes his breakfast, he helps Dad count the number of cupcakes that need to be brought to school.

“...... Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two. Okay, Dad, that's enough. The little one put the last cupcake in the bag.

Han Mo picked up another cupcake, "There are twenty-three children in Xuanxuan's class, and you have one of the few." Then put the cake in the bag.

"Twenty-two. The little guy pouted in defense.

Han Mo rubbed the top of Xuanxuan's head, no small expression of his daughter would escape Han Mo's eyes, he knew that the little guy must have a reason, and deliberately said that there were only twenty-two children, "Who does Xuanxuan not want to give it to?"

The little guy originally wanted to fool the past, but his father guessed it, a little aggrieved, and his eyes were red, "Xuanxuan doesn't want to give it to Xiaohu." ”

Han Mo was a little surprised, "Isn't Xiaohu Xuanxuan's good friend?"

The little guy opened his mouth and cried, and told his father the cause and effect.

Xiaohu's father has always been in contact with Han Mo, and he also knows that Han Mo is filming a TV series, and once dissuaded Han Mo from trying this field, saying that TV series are not just good scripts, not only to deal with a bunch of disobedient cast and crew, but also to deal with the audience, and now the audience's tastes are very tricky, it may be that Xiaohu's father and mother chatted at home and mentioned Han Mo's TV series and said some worried words, which were heard by Xiaohu.

Children's understanding is limited, there may be errors in the process of passing the words, Xuanxuan heard someone say that her father's TV series is not good, no matter thirty-seven twenty-one, the person who said it is a bad person, Xiaohu told her, Xiaohu is a bad person, Xuanxuan will never play with Xiaohu again, the world of children is so simple that you can hold hands for a minute and become friends, or you can break down in an instant.