Almighty Star Daddy

  While eating, Chen Yuehong winked at Han Mo, trying to get him to give Shuya more food, but Han Mo always pretended not to see it.

  Chen Yuehong has been scolding her son "Axis" with her eyes.

  Han Mo ignored his mother. He knew too much that he couldn't eat it, and that others were still trying to put vegetables in the bowl and had to eat the pain, so he didn't want to put such pressure on Shu Ya.

More importantly, Han Mo knew in his heart that female stars like Shu Ya should pay attention to their diet, especially for dinner. They usually don’t eat a lot. My mom and dad’s double-swords-combined table of dishes today is full of hard dishes. Calories, if Shuya eats too much, she will have to exercise to consume excess calories when she goes home at night, and he does not want Shuya to work hard.

  Of course these are all his mental activities, others don’t know.

  Especially Shu Ya even saw her. Auntie meant that she wanted Han Mo to pick up food for her, but Han Mo pretended not to see it. Are you so unwilling to give me food? Shu Ya muttered angrily in her heart.

  Chen Yuehong single-mindedly matched Shu Ya and Han Mo. She had long seen that Shu Ya still had the meaning of reconciliation, but it was a pity that her stupid son had never been open.

  What can we do? My son does not pick up the vegetables, so he can only pick up the vegetables by himself, so she tries hard to pick up the vegetables for Shuya. In a short while, a small hill was piled up in Shu Ya's bowl.

Han Mo guessed right. In order to stay in shape, Shuya doesn’t eat much at night, especially high-calorie foods. If one day eats too much, she will definitely consume calories by exercising before going to bed. She is right. My figure management is very strict.

  Shu Ya looked at the various meats in the bowl, and was embarrassed to reject Chen Yuehong's kindness. She could only bite the bullet and stuff her mouth, but in her heart she was silently calculating how much exercise she would increase after going home.

  Chen Yuehong and Han Jun kept saying, eat more, eat more.

  Shu Ya nodded politely, but Han Mo could tell at a glance that she couldn't eat it at all.

   "Can't eat anymore? Give it to me." Han Mo whispered, then stretched out his chopsticks and clamped the full "hill" of Shuya's bowl into his own bowl. Without saying anything, he began to eat.

Chen Yuehong didn’t understand why her son didn’t just pick up the vegetables but also grabbed someone’s bowl. She was stunned. Just about to talk, Han Jun gently kicked her under the table, and had a tacit understanding with her wife. Chen Yuehong glanced at Han Jun, He swallowed again, and continued to eat without saying a word.

  Only Shu Ya knew that Han Mo was helping her, and said softly, "Thank you." His eyes were full of gratitude.

   "Dad, Xuan Xuan can't eat anymore, will you please?" The little guy poured the vegetables from his small bowl into his father's bowl.

  Han Mo had not had time to refuse, the little guy had already emptied his little bowl, no way, Han Mo also ate all the leftovers from his daughter.

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  The little guy used clinging tactics and refused to get down on his mother. Shu Ya could only accompany the little guy until Xuan Xuan fell asleep at night, and Shu Ya quietly walked out of the small room and prepared to go back.

   Shu Ya did not drive, and was about to call the driver to pick her up, Han Mo's low voice stopped her from behind, "I will take you back."

  No one else helped. It was already late outside. Han Mo felt that he should send Shuya back, so he did so.

  Shu Ya was afraid that she would be a little polite, so she really treated Han Mo to be polite, so she immediately agreed and said shyly, "Okay, thank you."

  Two people are alone in a closed environment, and the air is filled with an ambiguous breath, which is a bit stuffy.

  Han Mo lowered the car window slightly, revealing a small gap, and the evening breeze slowly blew into the car, and the strands of hair hanging on Shu Ya's chest drifted slightly with the wind.

  Shu Ya casually stroked her long hair to the right side of her shoulder, and under the slender neck, the beautiful collarbone was clearly visible.

  Han Mo glanced at the rearview mirror, retracted his sight, his apple was rolled up and down, and the car window was lowered again.

  Shu Ya only cares about anger and Han Mo doesn't take the initiative to speak. She doesn't care that she is beautiful at the moment. It is the beauty that makes people forget to speak after seeing it, and just want to quietly appreciate the beauty.

  Suddenly the phone rang, and Han Mo glanced at Meng Si's call and directly pressed the speakerphone.

The first sentence of Meng Si's "Little Momo" called Shu Ya shuddered. Han Mo was already used to listening and looked indifferent. Shu Ya curled her lips. If she didn't understand Han Mo and Meng Si, she would have thought they would What is there.

Meng Si called and talked about the meeting with Zhang Youcheng today and Han Mo. He described it very interestingly, mainly describing the appearance of two Guangdong and Hong Kong people after they knew that Han Mo had written so many songs, and Xiao Pang’s. Assisting, Shu Ya has been amused so much that she did not laugh out loud.

Until the end, Meng Si changed back to a serious tone, "Whether you want to write a song for Zhang Youcheng or not, you still have to make your own decision. I won't tell you for now. I'm going to have a beauty sleep. You don't want to be outside. The child is sleeping. What are you going out for hanging out alone, don’t know what to do.”

   "Okay, that's it." Han Mo knew that Meng Si was going to talk nonsense with just a few serious sentences, and hung up the phone.

  Meng Si’s phone call gave the two people who wanted to talk to each other but couldn’t find the right topic to have something to say.

  "Do you know Zhang Youcheng?" Han Mo asked.

  Shu Ya smiled, pinned a strand of broken hair at the temple behind her ear, just revealing a faint dimple on her cheek. "Of course I know that the singers of Guangdong and Hong Kong have published many Cantonese albums and have a high reputation in the music scene. However, they have never made a Mandarin album, and they are less well-known in the northern capital."

  Han Moqing said "Oh". He didn't know much about Zhang Youcheng, but Meng Si didn't directly refuse it. It should be difficult to refuse the request to kick him.

  Shu Ya smiled and said, "Are you hesitating to write a song for Zhang Youcheng?" Her tone was very soft and matched with the atmosphere in the car at the moment, which made people listen very comfortable.

  Han Mo smiled and asked casually, "Then do you think I should write for him?"

Shu Ya poked the minibus, frowning her eyebrows, and seriously helped Han Mo hold the idea, and whispered analysis, "Generally, Peng Ye helps me filter the work first, and then hand it over to me if he thinks it's okay, and let me do the second. The second choice is based on time. I think Meng Si should be the same, so he did not directly refuse for you. He must think that if time permits and you are willing, you can help Zhang Youcheng write songs."

  Han Mo nodded in agreement, "Then would you like me to write a song for him?"

  Shu Ya was taken aback for a moment, and she climbed onto her cheeks with a blush, fiddled with her fingertips with a strand of hair, "I don't want you to write to him?"

"Well, don't write." Han Mo didn't know Zhang Youcheng at first. It doesn't matter whether he writes or not. It has nothing to do with money. The Han Mo that Shu Ya analyzed just now also thought of it, so he wanted to hear Shu. Ya's opinion.

Shu Ya’s cheeks began to flush with heat, and she coughed slightly, deliberately concealing her emotions, “It’s really not good for Zhang Youcheng to come to Beidu to invite a song, and it’s really not good to refuse directly, and it’s quite sincere to listen to Meng Si’s meaning, or else Write a song for him this time."

   "Okay." Han Mo agreed casually.

Shu Ya's eyes were slightly startled, she raised her chin, her heart sullen, and decided to say everything, "However, you have to promise me that this is the last time you write a song to someone else, and you will not be allowed to give it to anyone except me in the future. Write songs."

   "Okay." Han Mo still happily agreed.

  "You, don't you think about it?" You are not allowed to write songs to others. Even Shu Ya felt that this request was too much, but Han Mo agreed without even thinking about it.

  Han Mo smiled and said, “Don’t think about it. If you don’t let you write, you won’t write, I don’t care.”

  Shu Ya deliberately turned her head to the car window, snickering in her heart, Han Mo was afraid that Shu Ya cold closed the car windows again, and the car was covered with a layer of ambiguous air.

   Suddenly Shu Ya’s soft voice broke the silence.

   "Do you still like me?"

  Han Mo did not speak.

  Shu Ya was originally shy to not look at Han Mo, deliberately turned her head to the side, but did not wait for Han Mo's answer for a long time, turned her head angrily to Han Mo, "Why didn't you answer my question."

   "I don't want to answer such a dumb question." Han Mo said helplessly.

   "Where is it stupid? You say it."

"I don't know if I like you or not, but from time to time I think of your stupid appearance, and then I smile happily. I know that you may be in danger, and I want to find you if I don't want anything. I always feel that there are songs and dreams. It's you."

  Shu Ya Youmei’s eyes flickered, her nose turned sour and her eyes red.

   "Are you stupid, why don't you say that if you like it?" Shu Ya cried out crying.

   "Like a person is not by mouth, it is proved by one thing done." Han Mo said.

  Shu Ya was not convinced, "Then why do you like Xuan Xuan tell her every day, Dad likes you so much, Dad loves you."

   "She is so young, I won't tell her to coax her, how does she understand." Han Mo felt that Shu Ya was talking very angry and funny.

Shu Ya pouted her pink mouth and whispered, "I'm too young, if you don't tell me, I don't understand." After speaking, she turned her face away again and looked out the window with a happy smile on her mouth. Meaning.

  Han Mo was a little helpless, and gave a light "Oh".

   "I don't care. I chased you last time. I confessed it first. This time you want to chase me." Shu Ya pretended to be angry and said.

Han Mo thought for a while and said, it was a bit difficult. He really didn't take the initiative to chase people, so he was in love with Shu Ya. Before he thought about how to confess, Shu Ya spoke first, so Han Mo was chasing people. The matter is a blank sheet of paper. "I don't know how to chase people, or you can teach me."

  Shu Ya bit her lip angrily, not wanting to talk to Han Mo again.