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

She is not a psychic, and she has been certified twice and was first placed under house arrest and then identified by Team Leader Axu as a standard Muggle-level non-psychic.

She had no hope of awakening.

But she knew about the matter between spirit and demon, and was completely immune to the "heart talk" of demon-slaying style.

Then, I don’t have to hide it in front of her. Even when Ji Bai and Liang Zai come over, as long as Xinxin is not at home, she can chat freely.

The most important thing is that Xinxin likes her.

Teacher Chuxue is talented, knows how to cook, is careful enough, and is reliable.

Everyone has known each other for so long, but she still owes herself to save her life. She also knows that Shen Chong's identity and background are not simple. As long as she pays a sufficient salary, she should be able to do her best.

Feng Chuxue 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 an artist after all, and he seems to be able to become a great artist soon. Now he is still willing to teach Xinxin, which is very interesting.

What they are looking for is not money, it all depends on friendship.

Otherwise, someone would sell a painting for about tens of thousands of dollars.

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

Once a person has something to ask for, he often becomes uncomfortable. For example, when he comes in, he just simply greets him, but he immediately feels something is wrong.

Before I knew it, it was already deep in summer, and it was almost the Docklands weather, and the temperature gradually rose. Teacher Chuxue was dressed a little refreshingly today.

Her white and clean, simple and elegant five-point pants exposed her calves, which were not considered long legs, but still very well-proportioned.

Her upper body was a more refreshing suspender, which was not exposed from a distance. The collar was pressed tightly and would not be exposed. However, when she looked closer, her vision would inevitably fall on her clavicle, which was as delicate as white jade.

And her arms that were completely leaking outside were so well-proportioned and beautiful.

I really didn't realize that Teacher Kurasuki was not tall and had such a good figure. Perhaps he was born with it.

Her elegant and fresh outfit, coupled with simpler and more neat short hair, and her natural beauty skin made her look a little out of the world.

If it weren't for seeing her ordinary appearance, Shen Chong wouldn't believe that there was the same person before and after.

What Shen Chong thought was wrong was here.

Feng Chuxue is too beautiful and too young. If he leaves someone at home to help take care of Xinxin, he may be suspected of being under the melon field.

It's fine during the day, but it's fine when you sleep with Xinxin at night.

But sometimes if Xinxin wants to sleep in her own children's bed, and when Xinxin falls asleep and she and Feng Chuxue are awake, wouldn't it be a room for men and women?

He really didn't care about these issues before, of course he had just come here at that time, and was so poor that he tried his best to support himself and raise a house, and he had no time to think about what was there or not.

But now it’s different. He has gained a fortune too quickly and can be called a nouveau riche among nouveau riche and Wang Laowu of Wang Laowu.

In addition, his own mentality has changed a little. No matter how stupid a person is, he has read so many books to spend time with Lao Lin. It is time to understand this simple man and woman who can’t understand clearly.

The idea I made up just now, but unknowingly, I slowly gathered back because of this extra thought.

Shen Chong scratched his head straight.

This may be a worry of growth. Knowing too much may not be a good thing.

He sat in the corner of the studio and looked at the two of them quietly, wandering around the sky, hesitating.

There were many confused thoughts in his mind, and each thought seemed to be saying different voices and saying different words, trying to take him to different directions.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

In a trance, a crisp voice sounded in his ears, bringing him back to the world who was wandering outside the sky.

Shen Chong's eyes gradually focused. Looking at Xinxin, who seemed a little nervous and worried in front of her, she grinned and touched her little face, "Dad is fine, I'm just thinking about something."

Xinxin looked at him with her head tilted, "Dad, you are thinking about Xinxin."

Shen Chong's heart skipped a beat and didn't know how to answer.

The sensitivity of children is really beyond imagination.

It is impossible to say that children know everything.

If you can't understand, you will often give people great surprises or frightened by adults.

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

Habitually conceal your fatigue, pretending to be standing tall and will never be tired or sad.

Or they hide their own joys, sorrows and sorrows, and are unwilling to share with their children, and they have little fucks in their mouths and what the children know. This kind of self-righteous words can swear to the children.

But in fact, children's eyes when observing the world have a colorful color that adults cannot understand when they grow up.

Children don’t even need to think too much. They just need to open their eyes and look at their parents. They can often easily see through the "color" of adults.

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

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

Shen Chong quickly explained to her: "I am not angry with you. You performed very well today! No, you performed very well every day!"

Xinxin rubbed her nose, "But Dad, I have seen you now in my mother before. Sometimes she is very busy at work and I really want to play with her mother, she will do this. Mom will become unhappy,"

Shen Chong frowned slightly, "Will she get angry with you?"

Xinxin shook her head, "Mom wasn't angry with me, but I just felt that she would be scared."

Shen Chong sighed again in his heart, the child's mother was still a little younger after all.

The education she received since childhood and her personal situation made her physically become Xinxin's mother.

But to be honest, as a mother, the child's mother still seems to be psychologically not mature enough.

Maybe she tried hard to do better, but many things couldn't be done in one word.

It is worthy of praise for being able to resist being angry with Xinxin when she feels anxious.

Unfortunately, her acting skills were not up to standard and she could not hide them from Xinxin's golden eyes.

Shen Chong smiled and did not take the opportunity to say bad things about Lao Lin. Instead, he exonerated her and said, "Xinxin, don't blame your mother. Dad didn't come back before, she worked hard to bring you. But now Dad is back, look, has your mother become different from before?"

Xinxin focused, "Yes!"

"Also, Dad is really not angry, he is just a little tired. I swear with you!"

Shen Chong stretched out his finger and hooked Xinxin.

Over there, Feng Chuxue finally framed Xinxin's afternoon painting into the frame, held it and placed it in front of Shen Chong, "Mr. Chen, you don't need to say anything, Xinxin can see that you are tired."

Shen Chong looked up at the painting Feng Chuxue was holding in front of him, and he felt a sense of breathing stagnation for a moment.

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

He didn't look at the painting carefully at that time. Unexpectedly, she did not draw a new painting in the afternoon, but instead changed it into an oil painting with the line draft of the morning.

Xinxin's color use is already very proficient, and her depiction skills are more proficient than a five or six-year-old child. But what really touches people's hearts still come to me through this drawing. She feels very deep and exhausted, and her strength penetrates the back of the paper and is directly touching the hearts of people.

Xinxin replaced the sofa with a darker brown, and even though she intentionally or unintentionally chose the color of Shen Chong's face to be darker.

Using these two focus objects as diverging points makes the whole painting slightly heavier.

Xinxin not only draws the spirit, but also draws the rhyme.

Seeing that Shen Chong was suppressed, Feng Chuxue said again: "Mr. Chen, I heard about your company. Some things should not be said by me, but Mr. Chen, you are really too forced to yourself. You have to let yourself learn to rest. Xinxin will draw this effect. On the one hand, her talent is amazing, but on the other hand, you still give her too strong feelings."

Shen Chong pinched his face awkwardly, "Do I look so tired? It's like I'm several years old."

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

"Well……"

Xinxin next to her answered, "Tired Dad!"

Shen Chong is so embarrassed now.

This matter was about to be passed on to the ministry, and countless people's big teeth were laughed off. The legendary god Chen, who could train physically for twenty-four hours, was even exhausted for a day.

Shen Chong felt a little dissatisfied and felt that as long as he had a good sleep, he would definitely be able to resurrect all his blood.

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

Feng Chuxue lowered his voice and said meaningfully: "Mr. Chen, I feel that your problem is not actually in the intensity of work."

"Ah? What does it mean?"

Shen Chong grinned, expressing confusion.

Feng Chuxue smiled, "Your problem is that sometimes you can't tell the difference between reality. Sometimes you are intrigued by an ordinary person as a businessman and a technician, and then you have to go outside again. You know what I mean."

Although Feng Chuxue only saw Shen Chong use a killing move once, he was extremely impressed by the way the demon god came to the world when he killed the three of them.

Shen Chong was actually hit by her words, as if thunderous.

"It seems that there is some truth."

He murmured to himself, as if he was answering Feng Chuxue, and as if he was answering himself.
To be continued...