The answer is about to come out, Feng Chuixue is undoubtedly the most suitable person on this planet to be a nanny for Xinxin.

She was not a psyker, and she had been certified twice, first under house arrest for observation, and then identified as a standard Muggle-level non-psionic by Team Leader Ah Xu.

She had no hope of awakening.

But she knows about spirits and demons, and she is completely immune to demon-slaying "heart-to-heart".

Then, she doesn't have to hide in front of her, and even when Ji Bai and Liang Zai come over, as long as Xinxin is not at home, they can chat freely.

The most important thing is that Shin Shin likes her.

Teacher Fuyuki is talented, can cook, is careful enough, and is reliable.

Everyone has known each other for so long, she still owes herself the grace of saving her life, and she knows that Shen Chong's identity and origin are not simple, as long as the salary is sufficient, she should be dedicated to doing things.

Feng Chuixue has taught Xinxin for so long, and Shen Chong can trust her in all aspects of her personality and character.

So now there is only one question, whether she is willing or not.

After all, he is also an artist, and it seems that he will soon become a big artist, and now he insists on being willing to teach Xinxin, which is already very interesting.

It's not about money, it's all about friendship.

Otherwise, a painting can sell for tens of thousands.

With a very complicated and apprehensive mind, Shen Chong walked into the studio with his hands in his trouser pockets.

Once people ask for something, they often become uncomfortable, for example, he is now, after coming in, it was just a simple greeting, but he immediately felt that something was wrong.

Unconsciously, the summer is already deep, and the dog days are approaching, and the temperature is gradually rising.

Her white and clean plain five-point pants exposed her calves, which were not long legs, but were still very shapely.

Her upper body is a more refreshing suspender, which is not exposed from a distance, and the neckline is pressed very tightly, so that the spring light will not be exposed, but when you look closer, your eyes will inevitably fall on her collarbone that is as delicate as clotted white jade.

And her arms that are completely leaking outside, which are really well-proportioned and beautiful.

I really didn't see that Teacher Blowing Snow is not tall, and his figure is so well trained, maybe he was born.

Her elegant and fresh dress, coupled with a simpler and neater short hair, and naturally beautiful protein skin without makeup at all, made her whole person look a little out of the ordinary.

If he hadn't seen her ordinary appearance, Shen Chong really couldn't believe that it was the same person before and after.

Shen Chong felt that something was wrong, and this was what happened.

Feng Chuixue is too beautiful and too young, if he leaves someone at home to help take care of Xinxin, he will be suspected of being a melon field and plum.

It's just during the day, and it's no problem when I sleep with Xinxin at night.

But sometimes if Xinxin wants to sleep in her own children's bed, then when Xinxin falls asleep, she and Feng Fuxue are both awake, wouldn't it become a man and a woman in the same room?

He really didn't care about these problems before, of course, he had just come here at that time, and he was so poor that he had exhausted all his strength to support himself and raise a house, and he didn't have time to think about these things.

But now it's different, his net worth is too fast, and he can be called the nouveau riche among the nouveau riche, the king of the five kings.

In addition, his own mentality has also changed a little, no matter how dull a person is, he has read so many books in order to soak Lao Lin, this simple man and woman can't teach clearly, it's time to understand.

I just made up my mind, but unconsciously because of this extra thought, I slowly retracted it.

Shen Chongzhi scratched his head.

This may be a growing pain, and knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing.

He sat in the corner of the studio and watched the two of them quietly, wandering and hesitating.

There were a lot of chaotic thoughts in his head, each of which seemed to be speaking in a different voice and saying different things, trying to take him in a different direction.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

In a trance, Xinxin's crisp voice sounded in his ears, pulling him back to the world after wandering in the world.

Shen Chong's eyes gradually focused, looking at Xinxin, who seemed to be a little nervous and worried in front of him, grinning, and touching her little face, "Dad is fine, I'm just thinking about something." ”

Xinxin tilted her head and looked at him, "Dad, you're thinking about Xinxin." ”

Shen Chong chuckled in his heart, but he didn't know how to answer.

The sensitivity of a child is really beyond imagination.

It is impossible to say that children understand everything.

I don't understand, but I often inadvertently surprise or frighten adults.

Adults are accustomed to living in the world with all kinds of masks, and even when facing their own children, they will forget to tear off the masks.

habitually cover up your tiredness, and pretend that you will never be tired or sad.

Or hide their joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and are unwilling to share them with their children, and have a little fart in their mouths What do children know, this kind of self-righteous words to prevaricate children.

But in fact, children's eyes on the world have their own colorful colors that adults cannot understand when they grow up.

Children don't even need to think too hard, they just need to open their eyes and look at their parents, and they can often easily see through the "color" of adults and see through the hearts of adults.

"Dad, don't be angry with Xinxin, I'll be obedient. I will be obedient. ”

Xinxin didn't know what was wrong, so she gently leaned up and hugged Shen Chong.

Shen Chong hurriedly explained to her: "How can I be angry with you, you are doing very well today!" No, you're doing well every day! ”

Xinxin rubbed her nose, "But Dad, the way you look now, I've seen it in my mother before, sometimes she is very busy with work, and I especially want to play with my mother, she will be like this." Mom will become unhappy,"

Shen Chong frowned slightly, "Then will she get angry with you?" ”

Xinxin shook her head, "Mom isn't angry with me, but I just think I'm scared." ”

Shen Chong sighed in his heart, the child's mother is younger after all.

The education she received since she was a child, her personal situation, these factors made her a biological mother of Xinxin.

But frankly speaking, as a mother, the child's mother still seems psychologically immature.

Maybe she tried hard to do better, but many things can't be said in words.

She deserves to be commended for not being angry with Xinxin when she feels anxious.

It's a pity that her acting skills are not up to par after all, and she can't hide from Xinxin's sharp eyes.

Shen Chong smiled, but he didn't take the opportunity to say bad things about Lao Lin, but excused her: "Xinxin, don't blame your mother, your father didn't come back before, and she took you very hard." But now that Dad is back, you see, has Mom become different from before? ”

Xinxin nodded heavily, "Hmm! ”

"Also, Dad wasn't really angry, just a little tired. I swear to you! ”

Shen Chong stretched out his finger and hooked Xinxin.

Over there, Feng Chuixue finally framed Xinxin's painting in the afternoon, hugged it, and put it in front of Shen Chong, "Mr. Shen, in fact, you don't need to say it, Xinxin can already see that you are tired." ”

Shen Chong raised his eyes and looked at the painting in front of him that Feng Fuxue was holding, and for a while he felt a little breathless.

In the morning, he was lying on the sofa "closing his eyes and recuperating", and Shin Shin was only holding a sketch pen to sketch the lines.

He didn't look at the painting carefully at the time, but he didn't expect that in the afternoon she didn't paint a new painting, but changed it into an oil painting based on the morning's line drawing.

Shin Shin's use of color is already very proficient, and the depiction skills are even more sophisticated like a five or six-year-old child, but what really touches people's hearts is still through this sketch, which is a deep sense of exhaustion, penetrating through the back of the paper and going straight to people's hearts.

Xinxin replaced the sofa with a darker brown, and I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional to choose the color of Shen Chong's face to be darker.

Using these two focal points as divergence points, the charm of the whole painting is slightly heavy.

Shin Shin not only draws the gods, but also the rhymes.

Seeing that Shen Chong was suppressed, Feng Chuixue said again: "Mr. Shen, I heard about your company. There are some things that I shouldn't have said, but Mr. Shen, you are really pushing yourself too much. You have to learn to rest yourself. Shin Shin will draw this effect, on the one hand, because her talent is amazing, and on the other hand, it is because you give her too strong feelings. ”

Shen Chong pinched his face in embarrassment, "Do I look so tired?" It's like being several years older. ”

Feng Fuxue rolled her eyes, "Guess what she said when I just asked Xinxin to name this painting?" ”

"Uh......"

Xinxin next to her answered, "Tired Dad!" ”

Shen Chong was really embarrassed at this time.

If this matter is to be spread to the ministry, you have to laugh off the big teeth of countless people, and the legendary god Shen Ye, who can train for 24 hours without interruption, actually has a day when he is so tired that he collapses.

Shen Chong was a little unconvinced, feeling that as long as he slept well, he would definitely be able to resurrect with full blood.

But another god-man on the field with a torch-like gaze saw through his essence at a glance.

Feng Fuxue lowered her voice and said meaningfully: "Mr. Shen, I feel that your problem is not actually the intensity of work. ”

"Huh? What do you mean? ”

Shen Chong grinned, expressing puzzlement.

Feng Chuixue smiled, "Your problem is that sometimes you can't tell the two sides of reality. One moment as a businessman and a technician dealing with ordinary people, and the other time you have to go outside, you know what I mean. ”

Although Feng Chuixue had only seen Shen Chong's killing move once, he was extremely impressed by the appearance of the demon god when he stabbed the three of them.

Shen Chong was actually hit by her words, like a thunderbolt.

"Seemingly, there is some truth."

He muttered to himself, as if he was answering Feng Chuixue, and as if he was answering himself.

"Not only that, no matter how strong you are outside, but after you go home, you have to force yourself to soften down and face Xinxin and Mr. Lin. This makes you interspersed with a variety of psychological environments, and gradually becomes at a loss. ”

Feng Chuixue continued to beat him.

Shen Chong retreated one after another, because he was really said to be right, and he was powerless to refute it.

Shen Chong finally knew what his problem was, and kept saying that he wanted to be stable and that he wanted to be a down-to-earth father, but because of Yang Delong's matter, he had a thousand chances of winning, but what he did was to pin his head to the waistband of his pants after all.

On the other hand, before and after leaving, after coming back, they were busy intriguing with their mother-in-law, trying to coax everyone well.

Now the result is that everyone else has been coaxed, but their own mentality has collapsed.

I should have made some decisions earlier and more decisively, but because of the mentality that always lies between ordinary people and psykers, I can't come up with an idea.

"Mr. Shen, you are a man who stands up to the sky, you should live more freely, otherwise, you will always be like this, and your psychology will collapse. Do you know, whenever I paint those gods, demons, and demon emperors who rebuke Fang Xuan in ancient times, what comes to my mind is your figure! You can't rest on your laurels! ”

Feng Fuxue said.

When Shen Chong was thinking about Feng Chuixue as Xinxin's nanny, he ignored a particularly important factor.

He was still worried about whether Feng Fuxue would be willing.

Actually, he really thinks too much.

In this woman's heart, as early as when he rescued people with his own hands, he was ruthlessly branded as belonging to him!

How could she not want to!

Shen Chong grinned, "Teacher Fuxue is right, the lesson is yes." ”

It's decided.

In fact, the decision should have been made.

When he saw Yang Delong's tragic situation, he should have this realization.

I am a psyker, and this is the most important thing I rely on to survive and protect my family.

I have to be more efficient with my limited time!

Maybe in the short term, if you hire a nanny for Shin Shin, you will have less time to spend with Shin Shin, but if you want to be peaceful for a long time, you must know how to make trade-offs and know how to advance and retreat.

Teacher Fuxue is too beautiful, Lao Lin may have some gossip and some dissatisfaction, but I am a man, and I have my own Dandang.

What I was carrying was destined to make it impossible for me to face my life with simple logic like ordinary people.

He really doesn't have too many strange and inappropriate ideas, and it is impossible for him to think about finding a stepmother for Xinxin.

He is a gentleman and a frank man, and his heart is rigid if he has no desire.

He was about to speak.

Feng Fuxue suddenly said straight to the point: "In this way, Mr. Shen, I have been idle recently anyway, and Mr. Lin will not be able to come back from a business trip for a while." Why don't I be Shin Shin's full-time tutor during this time? Not only can I teach art, but I also have no problem teaching math and Chinese. By the way, I also taught myself pinyin two days ago. Actually, my English is okay too. ”

Shen Chong: "Ha ......"

Mr. Fukiyuki, are you a roundworm in my stomach?