Almighty Star Daddy

The hair stylists took a step back subconsciously, with a posture of hanging up high that it had nothing to do with them.

Although Meng Si was short in stature, and swayed the water snake's waist like a mother, 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 what he was thinking. It was the first time Meng Si had met a stylist who dared to look at him with such eyes, with a tense face on his face. Gradually changed, Pu Chi laughed out loud.

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

Han Mo didn't speak, he pulled the corner of his mouth, never thinking about telling him his name.

Meng Si felt from the bottom of his heart that this young man was good. He looked pleasing to the eye, had a stubborn and cute personality, and was mature and stable at a young age. It was perfect to be a personal stylist. "Don't worry, do things for me, and you won't be treated badly with money. In this way, you can make a price."

"I only need the money to cut my hair today, 1880." Han Mo has been a stylist all his life in his previous life. In this life, he will never go back to his old business. Otherwise, he will earn high wages wherever he is, and he will not be on the street. Go for a walk to find a job.

Han Mo's answer shocked everyone present. Although Meng Si is difficult to serve, being his royal stylist is a very good platform for those hair stylists who are still struggling at the grassroots level. The same invitation Others present will definitely not refuse.

Such a blatant rejection was the first time Meng Si met, and the little man almost jumped up. It was the first time that Meng Si had 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 hard not to break out immediately, "Today's money will definitely not be less for you." He was about 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, if it wasn't for the first time in more than 40 years that someone had cut his hair to his satisfaction, he would You look good?

Han Mo glanced at the money and knew that it was more than 1880. Although the price in his previous life was much more expensive than this one, Han Mo didn't want to take anyone else's money for the price he negotiated before. When he came out, he took out another piece of 20 face value from his body and handed it to Meng Si together.

"It's all given to you, you don't need to find it for me." Meng Si is notoriously stingy in the circle, but he's never stingy about what he thinks is worth spending money on.

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

"You, wait, how many people dream of being a royal stylist for me. I'll give you another ten minutes. You, think about it, don't go yet." The fire in Meng Si's heart had burned to the top of his head. Take another breath and blow up.

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 to work here."

Han Mo pursed his lips politely, shook his head gently, ignored Meng Si's words, and continued to walk towards the door.

"Ten, ten minutes haven't come yet." Meng Siwei got 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 opened and closed, only a tall and handsome back was left, and finally disappeared from sight.

Meng Si shouted angrily, and stomped his feet with his hands on his hips. The employees in the store hurriedly worked their way up to avoid suffering.

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

Facts have proved that no matter what, as long as there is a place for women,

The news will spread at the speed of sound. Han Mo's original song won the award from the TV station. This news exploded in the circle of children's parents. When Han Mo appeared at the door of the kindergarten again, the eyes around him became different.

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

As soon as the little guy walked to the door, he stretched out 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 with her small schoolbag on her back, jumped up, and jumped onto her father's body.

Han Mo took advantage of the situation to hug Xuanxuan, carefully looked at the little guy's smiling face, and moved his eyes to his hair. Han Mo gently placed Xuanxuan on the ground, held her little hand, raised the corners of his mouth dotingly, and touched her. Touched the top of the little guy's head.

Han Mo saw that this was not the braid he made in the morning. It should be that the teacher was afraid that the child would not feel comfortable braiding the braid 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 a good braid, but Han Mo is the designer of this braid, "Is the hair comfortable, is it too tight?" He noticed The braids at the back of Xuanxuan's head are obviously a little tight in order to weave the patterns of bows and hearts.

It's a little tight but not serious. Xuanxuan didn't care about it before, but now her father felt a little uncomfortable when he said it, so she nodded slightly.

Han Mo untied her braid at will, ruffled the little guy's long hair, rubbed his fingers into 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 very puzzled by Xuanxuan's father's abnormal state. She did not go back to the kindergarten immediately, but stood at the door and secretly observed Han Mo seeing the children. When it comes to the reaction of the hair, you must know that you have studied the method of braiding for a long time before you model it.

Although Han Mo had no expression when he saw her braided hair, the attentive Ding Rou still found that his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his pure eyes flickered, and he sighed softly, "The ball head is so beautiful." Inexplicable. a little lost.

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Han Mo bought a lot of seafood with the money he made by cutting his hair, and was going to cook a seafood dinner for the little guy. Dad was busy in the kitchen, and Xuan Xuan was alone in the living room watching the hand-painted version of "The Frog Prince".

The little guy likes the picture books drawn by his father very much. Today she went to school and mentioned it to her friends. They still don't believe it. Next time, she must bring the book to school. The wafting scent.

"Dad, is dinner ready?"

Han Mo had just brought the dishes to the table, and before he could ask Xuanxuan to eat, the little guy came over after smelling it himself.

The little guy gave full play to his potential as a foodie in the future. Han Mo couldn't help laughing. In the past, he always heard colleagues complain that children like to talk while eating, but they were never serious. Seriously eat and love to talk, but the food is not delicious.

Xuan Xuan in front of her only said, "Dad's cooking is really delicious." She never said a word again, her small mouth was only used to do one thing and kept eating, eating, eating.