Almighty Star Daddy

When   Han Mo's words came out, Shu Ya breathed a sigh of relief, secretly clapped her hands, Xuan Xuan would agree no matter what she said.

  Chen Yuehong and Han Jun suddenly turned their attention to Xuan Xuan.

   "Xuan Xuan, come to grandpa." Han Jun beckoned the little guy to come over.

  The little guy jumped off his father and ran to his grandfather.

   "Xuan Xuan, tell grandpa, do you want to learn to play the piano?" Han Jun petted the top of the child's head and said softly.

"Don't ask." Chen Yuehong was dissatisfied with her husband's questioning method, which was obviously misleading to the child, "Xuan Xuan, come here, come to grandma." Chen Yuehong greeted the little guy in a soft voice, speaking with Han's tone. The military debate is completely different.

  The little guy was very obedient, his big eyes flickered, then he jumped off his grandfather and jumped to his grandma's side.

  Chen Yuehong picked up the child, "Xuan Xuan, do you want to learn to dance?"

  Han Jun suddenly raised his head in dissatisfaction, "You also have problems with the questioning method, which is too misleading."

  Listening to the conversation full of gunpowder from the old couple, Shu Ya hurriedly looked at Han Mo, but Han Mo's expression was completely different from hers.

   "Parents, let your children think about it." Han Mo said with a smile, "Xuan Xuan, what speciality do you want to learn?"

  Xuan Xuan is actually not very interested in the word specialty, but she knows what she likes. Although the little guy is not old, she already has a small idea.

  The little guy jumped off his grandmother and stood in front of the sofa, his cute little face slightly raised, his big talking eyes twinkling with stars.

   "Xuan Xuan, let's learn piano."

   "Don't disturb the children, learn to dance with grandma."

  The little guy looked at his grandpa and grandma, and suddenly ran to his father.

   "Dad, Xuan Xuan must learn to dance or play the piano?" The little guy's embarrassed expression, two delicate eyebrows frowned.

  Han Mo smiled, and touched the top of the child's head, “Of course not, Xuan Xuan can learn any special skills you want to learn, as long as you like it.”

  Han Jun and Chen Yuehong had never thought about the third option. They looked at each other in surprise and laughed again in an instant.

  They all think that children don’t have any ideas, and they must make a decision for adults, and finally choose one between playing the piano and dancing.

  The little guy cleared his throat as an adult, "I don’t want to learn to play the piano."

  Han Jun's eyes were startled, his face was unconvinced, but there was no way, and he was a bit disappointed.

  Chen Yuehong quickly put on the expression of a winner, just about to hug Xuan Xuan, but before she could get up, the little guy's soft and soft voice rang again.

  "I don't want to learn to dance either." The little guy continued.

  Chen Yuehong froze when she stood up, looking at Xuan Xuan in disbelief.

  Han Jun’s unconvinced expression instantly turned into triumphant expression, and asked gently, "What does Xuan Xuan want to learn?"

  "Xuan Xuan wants to learn to paint from her father and become a painter." The little guy suddenly threw herself into her father's arms.

  The old couple didn't expect the child to have their own ideas. The two argued for so long as a white argument, but Xuan Xuan said that they were still very happy if they wanted to learn to paint, and did not say much.

  "Okay, we will pick a fixed time from now on, and Xuan Xuan will learn to paint with her father at home, okay?" Han Mo gently poked Xuan Xuan's nose with his finger.

  The little guy left his father’s arms, pouting his mouth and said, “Don’t learn at home, Xiaohu learns in the studio outside, Xuan Xuan also learns outside.”

  Outside?

  The four adults were confused by the little guy and didn't understand her very much.

The little guy’s pink face burst into a big smile, “I’m going to my mother’s house to learn, dad, can we go to my mother’s home to learn painting together? You teach me to draw, at my mother’s house.” Little guy is cute Moe's big eyes were shining innocently, and she looked at Dad flicker and flicker.

  Han Mo understands the little guy’s careful thoughts, smiling and caressing the hair on the back of her head, "Then we will learn at mom’s house, and my dad will take Xuan Xuan to his mom’s house to paint every Sunday."

  The little guy nodded excitedly, and then turned to Shuya, "Mom, can you?"

  Shu Ya gently agreed, "Of course."

  "Oh yeah, great, so happy. "The little guy jumped and jumped happily.

  Han Jun and Chen Yuehong sat on the sofa helplessly, not convinced, but there is no way, they will not force their children to learn from themselves, knowing that they must respect their children's choices.

  The little guy suddenly widened his eyes and ran up and down in front of the sofa as if succeeding, "Tomorrow is Sunday, tomorrow my father will take Xuanxuan to his mother's house, it’s great~"

Han Mo knows that it is true that the little guy wants to learn to paint, because Xuan Xuan has said more than once that her ideal is to grow up to be a painter, but this time the place of study...Han Mo smiled and looked at it. The quirky little guy squeezed her fleshy little face.

  ...

On Sunday morning, the little guy has to sleep until he wakes up naturally. This is not necessarily the time when he wakes up naturally. At first, Han Mo also changed the pattern to wake her up in the morning in order to cultivate the habit of the child to go to bed and get up early, but then he thought about it. Forget it, I want to sleep more on weekends, it's okay, just let the little guy go.

  Little guys usually use full-bed rolling Dafa to get rid of the breath of getting up when the body is sealed on the bed, but today is different. From today on, I will go to my mother’s home to learn painting every Sunday. I am happy to think about it.

  Just after dawn, the little guy was wearing slippers and ran out of the small room.

  The most common thing the little guy said in the morning was, "Dad, hurry up, I'm going to be late for class."

  Han Mo wiped his sweat silently in his heart, he wanted to say that there is no need to toss.

  But he understands the mood of the child. He just wants mom and dad to be together. In her small heart, being with mom and dad is the happiest thing.

  Han Mo understands and is also trying his best to satisfy the child.

   "Xuan Xuan, we don't need to carry school bags, mom is ready at home." Han Mo didn't want the little guy to bring school bags.

  Before Shu Ya left last night, Han Mo made a list of things needed to learn to paint. Just now Shu Ya called and everything was ready.

   "No, Xuan Xuan is about to carry a small schoolbag. Xuan Xuan is not going to play at her mother's house, but to learn her special skills." The little guy looked serious.

  Han Mobang, but the little guy, can only agree, in fact, there is nothing in the schoolbag. The little guy sang all the way happily, and finally arrived at his mother's house, jumping and jumping excitedly.

It’s the first time for Han Mo to come to Shu Ya’s house. This house was bought more than a year ago. Before that, Shu Ya had been renting a house. Later, he saved money and bought it here, hoping to give Xuan Xuan a better life, Shu Ya In the past few years, trying to make money is a desperate Saburo in the circle.

  Shu Ya specially set aside a place for Xuan Xuan to learn to paint in the future. Everything Han Mo explained was neatly arranged. In front of the French window was a large table with drawing paper on it.

Han Mo's first contact with sketching in the previous world was sketching. At that time he was 7 years old. At that time, he already had some understanding of the shape, sense of space, and dark side of objects, but Xuan Xuan's age was too young and he didn't want to limit it. The child's imagination, so he decided to find another way.

  There is no requirement for what the little guy draws, in other words, just draw it casually.