Almighty Star Daddy

  The hairstylists took a step back subconsciously, and the posture of hanging up high was irrelevant, and admiring them again, but whoever should take the blame.

  Although Meng Si was short in stature and shook the waist of the water snake in a motherly manner, he was very ferocious, swish a few steps and walked in front of Han Mo.

Han Mo didn't speak, his dark eyes were so deep that he couldn't guess his thoughts. It was the first time that Meng Si met a stylist who dared to look at him with such a tight face. Gradually, there was a change, and Pu Chi laughed out loud.

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

  Han Mo didn't speak, he pulled the corner of his mouth, and didn't even think about telling him his name.

  Meng Si thinks this young man is good from the bottom of his heart. He looks pleasing to the eye, has a stubborn and cute character, and is young but mature and stable. It is perfect to be a personal stylist. "Don't worry, do things for me, you won't be treated badly with money. In this way, you make a price."

"I only need the money for today's haircut, 1880." Han Mo was a stylist in his previous life. In this life, he will never return to his old career. Wander around to find a job.

Han Mo's answer, everyone present was stunned. Although Meng Si is difficult to serve, being his queen stylist is a very good platform for them who are still in the grass-roots hair stylist. The same invitation Others present will never refuse.

   Such a naked refusal, Meng Si met for the first time, and the small man almost jumped up. It was the first time that Meng Si invited a person to do something for himself.

  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 worked hard to prevent him from breaking out immediately. “Today’s money will definitely not be less than you.” He was ready to take the card.

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

Meng Si paused, his slender fingers took out a wad of money from his wallet, suppressed his displeasure and kept smiling, gritted his teeth and thought to himself, if it hadn't been the first time someone had cut his hair to his satisfaction in more than 40 years, he would give it to him. You look good?

Han Mo took a look at the money and knew that these were more than 1880. Although the price in his previous life was much more expensive than this, Han Mo didn’t want to account for other people’s money even though he had negotiated the price before. He took the extra hundred yuan bill and took it. After he came out, he took out a piece of 20 face-value money from him and handed it to Meng Si.

   "I gave it to you, don't find it to me." Meng Si is notoriously stingy in the circle, but he is never stingy about what he thinks is worth spending money.

  Han Mo gently put the money on the stage next to Meng Si, "The extra money is here." Then he turned around and left.

"You, you, wait. How many people dream of being a queen stylist. I'll give you another ten minutes. You, you think about it, don't leave." The fire in Meng Si's heart has already burned to the top of his mind. It exploded after another blow.

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

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

   "Ten or ten minutes have not arrived." Meng thought became angry, but he found that the other party did not even give him a chance to get angry, "I am Meng Si, you don't want to be a stylist for me."

  As the glass door opened and closed, only a tall and handsome figure remained, and finally disappeared from sight.

  Meng Si yelled angrily, and stomped his feet severely with his hands on his hips. The employees in the store hurriedly worked on their own, so as not to suffer.

  I was passing by. Han Mo asked whether he was Meng Si or Kong Si. He raised his arm and glanced at the wrist watch. It was time to pick up the little guy from school.

Facts have proved that no matter what happens, as long as there is 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. When Han Mo appeared again at the entrance of the kindergarten , The eyes around him have also become different.

  However, he didn't care about these. Han Mo's attention was entirely on the children who walked out in the line, because his little princess was about to line up from the gate just like the children.

  As soon as the little guy walked to the door, he stretched his head and looked around, looking for his father.

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

   "Dad!" Xuan Xuan happily ran to Han Mo carrying a small schoolbag, and jumped onto her father's body.

Han Mo picked up Xuan Xuan and looked at the little guy’s smiling face carefully. He moved his eyes to her hair. Han Mo gently placed Xuan Xuan on the ground, holding her little hand, and touching the corners of her mouth. Touched the top of the little guy's head.

  Han Mo saw that this was no longer the braid he made in the morning. It should have been during the nap when the teacher was afraid that the braid would be uncomfortable for the child, 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 think the braid was good, but Han Mo is the designer of this braid, "Is the hair comfortable? Is it too tight?" He noticed The braid behind Xuan Xuan's head was obviously a little tight in order to make a bow and heart pattern.

   is a bit tight but not serious. Xuan Xuan didn't care about it before. Now when her father said that she felt a little uncomfortable, she nodded slightly.

  Han Mo untied her braids, rubbed the little guy’s long hair, rubbed his fingers between the hair, and moved in one go. In the blink of an eye, Xuan Xuan had a cute ball on top of her head, neat and cute.

Ding Rou just gave all the children in the class to their parents. She was puzzled about Xuan Xuan’s father’s abnormal state. She did not go back to the kindergarten right away, but stood at the door secretly watching Han Mo see the children. The reaction of the hair, you must know the braided method that you have studied for a long time and imitated.

Although Han Mo didn't have any expression when he saw her braided hair, Ding Rou still noticed that his brows were slightly frowned, his pure eyes flashed, and he sighed softly, "The ball head is really beautiful." Inexplicably Somewhat lost.

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  Han Mo bought a lot of seafood with the money he earned from cutting his hair, and prepared to cook a seafood feast for the little guy. Dad was busy in the kitchen, and Xuan Xuan watched the hand-painted version of "The Frog Prince" in the living room alone.

The little guy likes the picture book my dad drew very much. Today she went to school and mentioned to her friends that they still don’t believe it. Next time, she must take the book to school. Xuan Xuan thought in her little head, but her little nose smelt the kitchen sensitively. The scent wafting.

   "Dad, is dinner ready?"

  Han Mo just brought the dishes to the table, and before she could ask Xuan Xuan to eat, the little guy came over by smelling it himself.

The little guy gave full play to the potential of food in the future. Han Mo couldn't help but laugh. He used to hear colleagues complain that his children love to talk when they eat. Eat seriously and talk, but the food is not delicious.

   Xuan Xuan just said, "Daddy made it so delicious." She never said a word again, her small mouth is only used to do one thing and keep eating, eating, and eating.