hi don't run

Waking up early the next day, Han Mo thought about it and called Zhang Mao cheekily, but he was still not sure about the baby.After leaving for more than five hours yesterday afternoon, the little guy started crying. If he hadn't been here from morning to night... Han Mo didn't dare to think what would happen.

"What time is it, ancestor?" Zhang Mao answered the phone in a daze, and looked at the time, it was seven forty in the morning.

"...Uh... Then what, let's discuss it. I won't go to the company in the morning, and I will go there in the afternoon. I will cry when my son leaves." Not going to work for that reason, no matter how thick-skinned Han Mo was, he would feel ashamed and flustered.

Zhang Mao turned over and closed his eyes, agreeing twice.He can understand who doesn't have special circumstances, and it doesn't matter if Han Mo is there or not to sign a contract with the representative of RS Company today.

Although the design of the real estate and architectural drawings this time is not within his ability, Zhang Mao has confidence in Han Mo. Han Mo is an all-rounder in design. To put it an exaggeration, it would be difficult for Han Mo to design clothes for models. no problem.An all-round designer, he has only met Han Mo.It's already pretty good that people are willing to stay in his small company, the big name is the big name, and the friendship between him and Han Mo is nothing.

"Okay, it's important to take care of your son. Anyway, that's the main thing you have in hand now, so don't be too tired."

"Thank you, let my son know how to talk tomorrow and let him call you godfather." Han Mo replied with a smile, judging from the fact that Zhang Mao could readily agree to himself, he is a worthy friend.

"Come on, don't you just want a red envelope? It's already ready. I'll go to sleep and see you in the afternoon." He let out a sigh, rubbed his face and hung up the phone.

"Han Mo has a son?" Just as he was about to continue sleeping, a deep male voice suddenly sounded in his ears. Zhang Mao was startled and opened his eyes to see a man's face about as far away as his forearm.

He froze for a moment and stepped back, blinking his confused eyes.

"Why are you here?" As soon as he moved, he felt dizzy, and then remembered what happened to this guy drinking at his house last night.

"Drunken driving is a felony. Do you want me to go to jail?" Song Xinye looked at him with raised eyebrows, and then asked again, "Just now Han Mo said about his son? When did he have a son?"

He felt that meeting Han Mo was a little different this time. He asked him to drink, he said quit, asked him to pick up girls, he said he cultivated himself, and the result?I ran home early yesterday, what did you tell Zhang Mao today about his son crying?They must be hiding something important from themselves.

Zhang Mao pretended to be stupid, closed his eyes and turned his back to Song Xinye, muttering, "You got it wrong."

"Fart! Zhang Mao, don't pretend to be sleeping for me. If you don't tell me clearly, if I let you sleep, I will take your last name!" Song Xinye stared, turned over and sat on Zhang Mao's waist, stretched out his hand and choked his neck viciously , but it looks like the action is very hard, but in fact there is not much strength.

"Ahem, okay, okay, you go down first, you're crushing me to death." Zhang Mao coughed, raised his hand and pushed him, "Song Xinye, are you a child, come down quickly."

"Don't change the subject, I'm just a child, hurry up and tell me when Han Mo had a son? How come I don't know about such a big thing?" Song Xinye sat aside, crossed his legs and stared at him like an old man.

Zhang Mao sighed, knowing that if he didn't understand what he said, it might be a problem for him to go to work today.

"There is a reason why Han Mo didn't tell you. He doesn't want too many people to know about it." He shrugged his shoulders, took a breath and sat cross-legged on the bed, holding the quilt in his arms, "If you go If you ask, he will probably tell you that he left this year to have a baby, and your brother knows it too."

It was fine if he didn't say the last sentence, but Song Xinye's anger rose even more when he said it. So they all knew, but he didn't know?

When Zhang Mao saw his stern expression, he knew that he was thinking too much, so he sighed and reached out and threw the phone to him, raising his eyebrows, "Or you can call Han Mo and ask him Why didn't I tell you such a big thing?"

Song Xinye pursed his lips and looked down at Zhang Mao's cell phone in his arms, and finally burned it back as if discouraged.

"Forget it, I'll ask after I see him." He didn't want to call Han Mo now and get scolded by Han Mo, so let's wait until we meet.

Zhang Mao rolled his eyes and looked at the time. It was not yet eight o'clock, and he could still be confused for half an hour after going to work at nine o'clock, so hurry up and sleep.

Han Mo hung up the phone and turned around to look at the little baby who had already woken up on the bed. He leaned over and touched the little guy's butt, opened the diaper, and clicked twice.

"Son, you ate too much yesterday." If this big bag is not changed, it will probably leak out, and it will stink.

The little baby clucked twice and stuffed his little hand into his mouth, and his two short legs kicked dishonestly. If it wasn't for Han Mo holding it with one hand, the wet spot that stuck to his little butt would have rubbed against his mattress superior.

I took a wet towel to wipe the little baby's butt, and then wiped it with a dry towel. The little guy was quite cooperative, and kept kicking his legs to play with Han Mo.

"Momo, come out to eat, don't you still have to go to work?" Aunt Jiang knocked on the door and called him outside, Han Mo hurriedly put on diapers and pants for the little baby and carried him out, "I won't go in the morning, I won't go in the afternoon Go again, just called the boss."

The little baby and Aunt Jiang waved their little hands for a hug. He has a very good relationship with his grandma recently, second only to his father.

"Aren't you going in the morning? How many times have I told you that work should look like work. How can you do fishing for three days and drying the net for two days." Father Han put down the newspaper and turned to look at him.

"It's not a big deal, and my boss also agreed." Han Mo shrugged and felt that there was nothing to make a fuss about, and turned back to the room to brush his teeth and wash his face, but...

"Wow ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!" He just entered the bedroom, the little baby began to cry.

... The three adults looked at the little baby helplessly at the same time, thinking that the little guy had already corrected this problem. Unexpectedly, the little baby started to cry as soon as Han Mo entered the room.

Sighing, Han Mo came over, picked up the little baby and went back to the house, put the baby on the big bed, washed himself, and then went out to have breakfast with the little boy.

"Momo, last night I saw that the lights in your room didn't turn off until midnight, and you stayed up late again?"

Aunt Jiang fed the egg yolk to the little baby. The little baby liked to eat it, and the little mouth made a rattling sound.

Han Mo went over to poke his pink and tender cheeks, and pouted at him.The little baby also imitated his appearance, pouted and wrinkled his little nose.

Sitting aside with a chuckle, Han Mo reached out and took the siu mai and stuffed it into his mouth, pouted, "It's not because of my brother's real estate, it's time for the opening of the project, and he didn't even get the design out, I Can't help him design?"

What he said made the old man feel that his son was quite sensible. If he knew how much Han Mo got in return, he probably wouldn't think so.

Aunt Jiang frowned, thinking that her son had enslaved Momo.

"If Momo feels too tired, then don't worry about your brother's real estate. He makes so much money all day long and has no one under his command? He knows how to exhaust his family."

Han Mo smiled inwardly, but there was no expression on his face. He shook his head, sighed in a feigned manner, and half-raised his head to look at Aunt Jiang. To visit you often is to repay his filial piety."

Father Han nodded, thinking that Han Mo was very sensible.

Aunt Jiang also nodded, feeling that compared with Han Mo, her son is really not caring.

After dinner, Han Mo went back to the house to give the little baby a massage and exercise, but Aunt Jiang turned around and called Shao Wenfeng.

When he answered the phone, Shao Wenfeng had just arrived at the company and was looking at the contract with Feixiang Design Company. He personally drew it up last night and planned to send someone to sign it today.

"Mom? What's wrong?"

"Don't make Mo Mo so tired, he stayed up late last night." Aunt Jiang opened her mouth to say this, obviously accusing Shao Wenfeng.

Shao Wenfeng couldn't laugh or cry, who is her real son?It didn't take long before his mother was recovered by Han Mo.The stinky boy is quite capable, the old and the young are rare on him.

"Mom, I know, I know, just these few days, you can rest assured that you won't lose him." Looking at the vice president Ai Wen who was standing aside, Shao Wenfeng raised his hand and handed him the contract, waving his hand to signal him to deal with it. this matter.

"Is that a matter of money? Your brother takes care of the child alone, and the baby cries when he leaves him. As I said just now, I don't go to work in the morning to take care of the child at home. Look at Momo, and then look at you. Why? Then don’t let me worry.” Aunt Jiang thought of Shao Wenfeng’s 30-year-old still jumping alone, so she couldn’t make up her mind.

"...Mom, I still have a meeting. At noon, I'll go to have lunch at noon. You can talk about it later." After saying this, she hung up the phone without caring about his mother's reaction.

When eating at noon, Shao Wenfeng stepped on the door knocking on the door. As soon as the bowls and chopsticks were placed on the table, the door was knocked twice.

Han Mo went to open the door, and Shao Wenfeng was the only one who came home at this point with his heels.

"Are you here to supervise the work?" He raised his eyebrows and looked at Shao Wenfeng who was changing shoes, and snorted softly.

Shao Wenfeng glanced at the room, no one noticed, he leaned over and hugged Han Mo's shoulders and secretly kissed him on the corner of his mouth, the sound was quite loud, with a squeak.

Han Mo pushed him away and rolled his eyes, wiped his mouth and glared at him, "Crazy, you, if you have nothing to do, hurry up, you are not welcome."

"Xiaofeng is here? Come in for dinner." Papa Han's voice came from inside, and Shao Wenfeng grinned at Han Mo in agreement.

"...It smells like human scum." Han Mo snorted and turned to go back to eat, seeing him would be bad.

Thinking this way, the slippers under his feet played a joke on him, stumbling, and Han Mo fell straight forward.

Shao Wenfeng stretched out his hand to pull it, but was a step too late, Han Mo lay helplessly on the floor in front of him, with a bang.

"..." Shao Wenfeng's outstretched hand stopped in the air, and the expression on his face was a little distorted.He wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare to, for fear that Han Mo would turn his face out of embarrassment.

"Hiss, it hurts me to death." Standing up, Han Mo sat on the floor and rubbed his legs. It hurts, it hurts.

"Are you still a child? You can fall while walking." The sound was quite loud, and both Papa Han and Aunt Jiang were drawn over. Looking at Han Mo who was sitting on the ground rubbing his legs, Papa Han looked at him helplessly, with a tone of voice dislike.

Han Mo kicked off the slippers and frowned.

"It's not that I want to fall, hiss, it must be green." With the help of Shao Wenfeng's extended hand, Han Mo stood up and glared at him, as if saying, why don't you hold me !

"Ahhhhhhhhh." The little baby who was held by Aunt Jiang found it quite interesting, waving his little hands and opening his mouth and yelling ahhh, as if to say that his father's appearance is so funny.

"...you are wearing my slippers." Shao Wenfeng glanced at the slippers he kicked aside, and sighed helplessly, "No wonder these are so small." He motioned Han Mo to look down at his shoes.

"..." curling his lips, Han Mo snorted.

Well, he himself put on the wrong shoes in the morning, no wonder they are so big.The question is, why is this guy one size short of his own slippers?Still the same color!I feel unbalanced, does this guy have athlete's foot?Don't infect him again!

After eating, Shao Wenfeng hugged the baby and kissed for a while, looked at Han Mo who came out of the bedroom after changing clothes, raised his eyebrows, "Shall I take you there?"

"No, I'll drive by myself." Didn't he have no car and let Shao Wenfeng take it?How did he come back at night?call a taxi?That's money, he has to buy diapers and milk powder for the little baby.

Shao Wenfeng shrugged his shoulders, hugged the little baby and slobbered at him again, the little guy seemed to like Shao Wenfeng quite a bit, he grabbed his hair and kept yelling.

"Let's go, I'm going to be late." Han Mo hugged the little baby and kissed him, then handed him to Papa Han to hug and wave with the little guy.

Shao Wenfeng nodded and followed him out of the house to take the elevator to the underground garage. As soon as he got out of the elevator, he pulled Han Mo against the wall with his backhand, and pushed him up...