Almighty Star Daddy

Tian Yadong stern face, Meng Si gloated on the side, he knew that Han Mo was behind, and the artist he favored was unusual.

Meng Si also turned back to look at the opposite direction of the boy's finger.

Everyone's eyes stayed on the empty wall for a moment, then turned back to the direction of the stage.

Wang Zirong explained, "It was clearly there just now. Where is the senior brother?"

Meng Si was also stunned. Others didn't know that he knew. He brought Han Mo here. Why did the time for a song disappear.

No one knew that Han Mo had already left the performance hall when the three boys sang the last lyric. The boys were too focused on the stage to notice it. He saw that the three boys had performed the song "Love" perfectly, and he was happy for them. As for whether anyone knew that he taught it, it didn't matter at all.

Hanmo sent a message to Meng Si, telling Meng Si that he was waiting for him in his office.

Just as he sat down on the sofa in the office, the sound of Meng Si's hurried footsteps spread through the air into the room.

"Why did you leave without saying a word? I still want to take the opportunity to slap that old man Tian Yadong in the face, so that he can know that Tian Yadong is not a famous person. In our Sichen Media, it is at most a personal name." Meng Si put his hands on his hips, his body swaying with the cadence of his tone.

Han Mo sat silently, watching him perform quietly.

"But you really impressed me. After less than an hour of your training, the three little things have changed drastically. Not only did you teach them to sing and dance, but you also helped them set up their image positioning, sunshine boys, even the name of the group. You have helped the company get them for them, you can really do it. Oh, or I can say that my vision is unique~" At the end, the index fingers of Meng Si's two hands drew an arc in the air, and he put a modeling.

Han Mo didn't answer, but he also wondered how Meng Si knew that he did this. The vivid description seemed to be like seeing it with his own eyes, but Han Mo didn't think much about it.

A person's performance is always easy to get tired. Han Mo did not cooperate with Meng Si at all, and there was no interaction between his eyes and expressions. Meng Si said that his mouth was dry, and he sat on the sofa opposite Han Mo.

Meng Si suddenly changed his style of painting and asked with a serious face, "How is the song preparation, do you have confidence?" At first, Meng Si only thought that Han Mo might have written "Those Flowers" and "Dad Goes". "Where", after watching the three teenagers he instructed, Meng Si found that he still underestimated Han Mo. How could this kid know how to write songs?

From the inside to the outside, Han Mo can handle it all by himself. At first, Meng Sisheng pulled Tian Yadong forcibly, and pulled down his noble face to ask Tian to help Han Mo in song selection and stage performance. After all, he is a newcomer, and there are many places. I don't really understand. This is the first kick in his debut. It must be kicked away and kicked in place, but I didn't expect that this kid doesn't need guidance from others at all. What Tian Yadong can stand aside.

Meng Si looked at Han Mo with expectant eyes, hoping to get a positive answer.

Han Mo said two words lightly, "It's okay."

Meng Si thought that Han Mo would confidently say that there was no problem, but he squeezed out these two words. He didn't drink the coffee, and put it on the table. The arrogance just now was completely extinguished by Han Mo's answer. He said, "Is it just okay? There are ten games in total. Prepare according to the maximum number of games. Ten main songs plus two alternatives. How many songs have you prepared?" Meng Si regretted kicking Tian Yadong so early. , I should ask Han Mo about the preparation before kicking, and I hate myself for not suppressing the fire at that time.

Han Mo didn't answer right away, but thought for a while.

This second pause was too difficult for Meng Si. He was so anxious that he picked up his coffee and took a sip, still looking at Han Mo from the corner of his eye.

"Twelve." Han Mo's tone was still flat.

Meng Si's sip of coffee almost spit out.

It stuck in the throat, and it took a while to swallow.

He coughed lightly, pointed at Han Mo, and said, "You are all ready, I asked you how your preparations are, why don't you answer?"

Han Mo looked indifferent, Meng Si looked at Han Mo and suddenly felt as if his brain was not working well.

Meng Si coughed again, "Let's record the demo of the song we're going to sing for the first time, and click on the details. The first show is very important."

Han Mo nodded, Meng Si was very professional, and Han Mo believed him.

Originally it was a demo of just one song, but the song Han Mo prepared surprised Meng Si too much, so he let him go after he had to sing all the twelve songs he had prepared.

It was seven or eight o'clock in the evening when Han Mo left the building of Sichen Media.

The night was pleasant, the wind was warm, and against the hazy moonlight, Han Mo returned to his rented home alone.

The little guy was not at home, Han Mo felt that the house was a lot deserted, and suddenly missed Xuan Xuan's cute little figure, Han Mo picked up the phone and dialed Shu Ya's number.

The phone rang on the sofa. The little guy had just taken a shower and was walking in the living room wearing a bunny-eared bathrobe. When he heard the ringing, he ran to the phone as soon as possible, because this was the time she and dad agreed to call.

Shu Ya also heard the ringtone, and she and Xuanxuan walked to the phone almost at the same time. The little guy was small, so he ran to the sofa to pick up his mother's phone. Shu Ya's outstretched hand was empty. With the name on the display, the phone was taken away by the little guy. Shu Ya deliberately pouted and said, "Xuanxuan, this is my mother's phone number."

"It's Dad's call." The little guy held the phone tightly in his little hand, and then continued proudly, "However, if Mommy misses Dad, Xuanxuan can let Mommy talk first." The face bloomed with joy.

Shu Ya took two steps towards Xuanxuan. Instead of answering the phone, she lightly pinched the little guy's cheek and whispered, "Hurry up and answer the phone." After speaking, she walked away, leaving Xuanxuan behind During the private chat, Xuan Xuan's voice was actually loud every time, and Shu Ya could hear it no matter where she was.

The phone has been connected for a long time, and no one answered the phone. Han Mo was wondering when suddenly the soft voice of the little guy came out through the microphone.

"Dad, Dad, have you finished writing the story you told last time?" The little guy's face was tightly pressed to the phone.

Don't look at it, Han Mo can feel the excitement of the little guy, "It's already written, but the publication and printing are not so fast, it may take two days to send it to you."

"Wow, Dad is great." Xuanxuan was very happy. Dad had already told her the story of Little Red Riding Hood, and he also told him the reasoning. Although he had not seen the hand-painted version drawn by his father, the little guy was still very happy. Proud, because she is the first among all the children to know the content of the story.

The little guy always talks a lot in front of his father, and Han Mo can't help but laugh in front of Xuan Xuan, and the two of them chatted for a long time before hanging up reluctantly.