hi don't run

Zhang Mao was in a hurry in the company. Since Han Mo took a long vacation, he felt that he was busy in the company every day, and he had to see everything in person. This would never happen when Han Mo was here. Phenomenon.

To put it bluntly, Han Mo is here, he is the hands-off shopkeeper.Han Mo is not here...he just grinds the donkey - he can't get out of this circle.

Three o'clock and one line?Shit, the two points are parallel, every day at home in the company, in the company at home, even when he goes to the toilet to defecate, he has to think about whether he will miss some contract or phone call if he squats for a while.

Just when Zhang Mao was crying out in pain, Han Mo called him like an immortal descending to save all living beings.

"Han Mo, Young Master Han, you have news." Zhang Maoxuan who answered the phone burst into tears. Han Mo hadn't called him for half a year. He knew that Han Mo gave birth to a fat boy, but Is the confinement period too long?

Han Mo sat on the sofa with a small mirror in one hand and played a game of "you can't see me, you see me" with the little one, which made the little one giggle non-stop.

As soon as the phone was connected, before he could say hello, he heard the excited voice on that face.

"Hey, Mr. Zhang misses you so much because he hasn't seen you for a year? Come on, I'm already a father, and I can't bear your warm call." good.

Zhang Mao resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and hummed twice from embarrassment.

"Han Mo, when will you come back to work! I'll tell you that if you don't come back, I won't pay you!" He was already depressed by Han Mo's pressure to sign such an unequal leave note. Let him manage the management company to help design the design, and now it's good, let it go!

Han Mo held the phone a little further away, the sound was so loud that his ears hurt.

Hearing the sound, the little baby tilted his head to look at the phone in Han Mo's hand, and opened his mouth to call out. All the attention that was attracted by the small mirror just now was diverted, and his big eyes looked at Han Mo in puzzlement, or He said he looked at Han Mo's hand.

He raised his eyebrows, and with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he took the phone to the little baby and shook it. The little guy immediately stretched out his two little hands to grab it, hey~?Didn't get it, robbed it again, still didn't get it.

Zhang Mao on the other end of the phone was talking non-stop, but unfortunately Han Mo didn't get a response, but heard the little baby clucking and clucking.

He blinked and looked at the call, and instantly understood what was going on.

Damn Han Mo actually used his mobile phone to tease the children, this is too disrespectful of himself!

"Han Mo! Tell your son not to gnaw on the phone!" He could hear the slobbering and gnawing.

Han Mo smiled and took the phone back from the baby's hand, wiped the drool from the little guy, and wiped the phone again.

The little baby murmured dissatisfied, and sat there relying on Han Mo's support to kick his legs to express his unhappiness.

"Ah! Ah!"

"Be good, Dad will play with you after talking with uncle." Han Mo kissed the little baby's chubby pink face, and patted his back to comfort the angry little guy.

"Zhang Mao, what did you just say?" He took the earphones and put them on. He had to protect his kicking son in his arms, fearing that the baby's balance would not be good with one hand.

Zhang Mao looked at the ceiling and rolled his eyes. He was too lazy to talk a lot of nonsense with Han Mo, and asked directly, "When do you plan to come back to work!" He didn't ask when because he knew, and Han Mo was sure. It can be delayed for a day.

"One month later." He planned to go home tomorrow, and then go back to work in the company after accompanying the little baby to familiarize himself with the environment. He couldn't stay anymore.After Song Xinji left, he took care of the baby alone at home. Although he was handy, he had no other meaning. He exercised and played with his five-month-old son every day. Although he was very happy, he was not fulfilled.

He still had to go back to work, and he loved being around those blueprints.

"One month? Another month? Han Mo, I beg you, can you please come back sooner? I'm going to be so mad by those idiots!" He gestured for him to be quiet.

Song Xinye didn't know why, so he sat on the sofa, and in his hand was the design drawing that had just been completed, which needed to be reviewed by Zhang Mao.

Han Mo didn't think that Zhang Mao would be pissed off at all. This guy was one of the best design talents in school at the time. After graduation, he borrowed start-up funds from his family to start his own company. Little by little, he turned the once small design studio into the current big The company, you want to say that he has no brains?Go to hell!

"I want to accompany my son." He let out a breath, reached for a water glass and took a sip.

"I'll take him home tomorrow, and I'll go back to work after he gets to know my dad and aunt. Don't worry." Children have to adapt to a new environment, even though they can't remember anything now , but the perception of the environment is still very keen.

That day I went to the airport to see Song Xinji off, and when he came back, the little baby cried and cried and couldn't sleep at night. He always felt that he was frightened by so many people.But it's okay, just for one night.

Han Mo thinks his son is very easy to take care of, he eats when he is given, sleeps when he is sleepy, and does not cry like other children, but he will cry twice when he is hungry, so feed him quickly Breastfeeding or changing diapers will be fine immediately, and it is very painful to smile every day.

Zhang Mao couldn't compete with a little milk doll, so he could only sigh and agree to let him pay attention to his body, then hung up the phone.

"Han Mo called? When will you be back?" Song Xinye immediately got up and walked over after seeing him hang up the phone. He put the design drawings in his hand on the table to show him, and then asked repeatedly.

Han Mo left for a year, and just made a phone call with him. He didn't even know what that kid was doing!

"Well, come back next month." Zhang Mao sighed again, he felt that he was aging rapidly recently, and wrinkles began to appear at the corners of his eyes.

"What did he do? I didn't tell him when I called him. He did a good job of keeping secrets." Curling his lips, Song Xinye sat on the chair and took a breath, propping his chin with one hand, "Mr. Zhang, you said my brother Is it sick? A good obstetrician has to resign and go abroad for further study, I think he just has nothing to do."

"Your brother has always been like that. It doesn't matter what others say about what he thinks." Shrugging, he flipped through the design and passed it to Song Xinye when he thought there was nothing wrong, "I heard he broke up with Yang Yu." Is it? He had a crush on Yang Yu when we were in school, but he broke up unexpectedly."

Song Xinye spread his hands, showing that he didn't know much about it.However, he still expressed his own opinions, or his own fallacies.

"My brother is very unique. If he thinks you are nice, he will treat you very well. If he doesn't like you," he shrugged, "it's too late to avoid you."

I quite agree with what he said. Zhang Mao and Song Xinji are Daxue’s classmates. Although they study different majors, they were unexpectedly assigned to the same dormitory. One majored in design and the other majored in medicine.

"There are very few people who can fall in love with your brother, but I think he treats Han Mo well." After saying this, Zhang Mao realized that he seemed to have said something wrong, and hurriedly coughed to change the subject.

"There is nothing wrong with this design drawing, you can start to deal with it after looking at it."

Song Xinye just looked silly compared to the second, but he is actually quite careful.As soon as I heard what Zhang Mao said, I felt something was wrong, took the plan and shook it in my hand, narrowed my eyes slightly, "You just said that my brother is good to Han Mo? When did they go together? I I remember that Han Mo really likes my brother's character of a holy father." Feeling that what he said was not right, he added, "a cold-hearted holy father."

Zhang Mao tilted his head, then shook his head again.

"Did I just say that? You got it wrong."

"If you admit it right away, I won't doubt it, but now I have to doubt it." Song Xinye looked at him with a grin, his expression was that he didn't trust his nonsense, did he hear it wrong?His ears are so good!

Zhang Mao shrugged his shoulders, showing that the dead duck just kept his mouth shut.Song Xinye had nothing to do with him, he squinted his eyes and stared at him for a while, finally stood up and left with the plan.

Forget it, anyway, he will know sooner or later.

Zhang Mao was relieved to see him leave. If Song Xinye asked him, he might not be able to explain it clearly. If he got away with Han Mo's pregnancy and childbirth... Tsk tsk, Han Mo can kill him.

The next morning, Han Mo packed up his things and went home with the baby.

Before going to bed last night, he had already called his father and told the old man that there might be a big surprise waiting, so he should be mentally prepared.

"Baby, daddy will take you home to see grandpa, and then smile more with grandpa, he will definitely like you." Han Mo hugged the little baby and kissed him, and shook him with a smile.

The little baby blinked his big eyes, stretched out his little finger and stuffed it into his mouth, Han Mo pinched his face and poked it again, the soft and slippery feel was particularly good.

"Baby, why are you so soft? Dad doesn't even dare to hold you hard." When he got into the taxi, he hugged the little guy and sat in the back seat. His satisfied expression made the driver look at him through the rearview mirror frequently. .

"Sir, your son is so cute." After driving for a while, all he could hear was the giggling of the little baby in the back seat. The driver couldn't help turning his head to look at Han Mo at the red light, and praised him.

Han Mo smiled and nodded, picked up the little baby and showed it to the driver. The little baby showed his face, and grinned at the driver, revealing two small white teeth.

"Oh, it's so cute. My son has been crying since he was a child, and the cry can be heard from far away." The driver turned back and continued driving when the light turned green.

"Well, he is very easy to carry, he doesn't cry or make trouble." He hugged the little baby and kissed his little nose. The little guy opened his mouth and wanted to bite the tip of his nose. Han Mo rubbed the tip of his little nose and smiled. Voice.

I followed the driver one after another, and soon arrived in front of the family compound. When I got off the car, the little baby was already asleep.

Standing at the door of the house, Han Mo took a deep breath, and then knocked on the door.

It was Father Han who opened the door. He was very happy to see Han Mo. After not seeing him for a year, he felt that Han Mo was getting fat, but he looked down and was stunned...