Since being adopted by the female president

Chapter 165

"Help a tutor? Yes."

A voice suddenly came from beside the two: "Auntie, please come?"

"..."

Zhang Fanruo turned around subconsciously, and met He Chan's eyes full of interest: "In the future, you will give Qingshu extra lessons on weekends, and auntie will pay you, and auntie can also teach you how to dance."

finished,

He Chan supported her waist with one hand and leaned back, her waist suddenly bent into a beautiful arc.

"..."

Zhang Fanruo swallowed subconsciously.

He doesn't have any evil intentions, he just thinks it looks good, and makes people have the desire to measure it with hands.

"Does it look good?"

"…good."

"good?"

"Hmm...it looks nice, but it still doesn't work."

Zhang Fanruo took the opportunity to talk to her and said, "Aunt He, if you really want to hire a tutor for Qing Shu, how about I introduce someone to you?"

"Who?"

He Chan straightened up and said, "Let's talk about it first, I wouldn't want it if you're not as smart as you."

"My sister is studying at the University of Science and Technology of China."

After Zhang Fanruo finished speaking, he looked at her expectantly: "After the holiday, she plans to find a summer job. She is very smart, and she can teach Qingshu at that time."

It was also a whim on his mind.

Instead of letting Bai Youli go to a part-time job in a place he is not familiar with, it is better to come to He Chan's house as a tutor, and Zhang Fanruo can feel more at ease. The only thing he is worried about is Bai Youli's ability to adjust his mentality.

After all, he only tutored once,
I almost had a heart attack just now.

He Chan looked at him and thought for a moment, then nodded slowly: "Give me her cell phone number later, and Auntie will find time to talk to her about this matter."

"Ok!"

……

After dinner.

Because today's homework has been finished ahead of schedule, He Chan had a rare and comfortable night. When she looked through the homework in the living room and found that there were no mistakes or omissions, she turned her head and glanced at the two children beside her.

That's when TV happens to be commercial time.

He Chan closed the homework book, and slowly climbed up Zhang Fanwei's neck with her small and soft hands. After he turned his head, He Chan pointed to a room next to him: "Do you want to watch Auntie draw?"

draw?

Zhang Fanruo hesitated a little.

He was very interested in painting, but he was afraid that He Chan would find another chance to play tricks on him after entering the room.

"go together."

At this time, He Qingshu who was beside him also put down the remote control and looked at He Chan: "Mom, can you draw a gouache for me and him?"

He Chan smiled and nodded.

Seeing this, Zhang Fanruo got up and followed the two to the next-door studio, which He Chan opened up by himself. The area is not big, and there are a few drawing boards and material racks inside. Although there are many things, it is not messy, and the indoor smell is not bad. It's pungent, and it can be seen that someone often takes care of it.

"You guys sit by the window." He Chan instructed the two to sit down.

"Come."

He Qingshu led him to sit down on a recliner.

At this time, the window was behind the two of them, and the light white curtains were gently blown by the wind blowing in from the open window. There were a few pots of green plants cleaned of methanol in front of the window edge, and He Chan was sitting behind the drawing board not far in front of her, While preparing the dye, he looked at the two from time to time.

Zhang Fanruo was very curious about what this scene looked like in her eyes.

But the painting book is the expression of the artist,

Therefore, Zhang Fanruo was not in a hurry. He relaxed his body and waited patiently. He Qingshu next to him was vaccinated in advance in case he was in a hurry: "This painting took a long time. If you are bored, you can chat with me."

"I know."

Zhang Fanruo's tone was very calm.

After working in his last life, he once wanted to cultivate several hobbies for himself. He also considered and learned about painting.

when bored,
Zhang Fanruo stared at the front with ecstasy, and was gradually attracted to He Chan.

Among so many women who have had contact with him,
He Chan's appearance is not stunning, but her temperament is definitely one of the top-notch ones. Not only does she have the softness of a southern woman on her body, but her gestures are full of charm.

Especially when drawing seriously,
Zhang Fanruo, the person in the painting, thinks that she is more like a painting, but it should not be a sketch, for fear of damaging her spirit, nor should it be an ink painting, for fear of losing the delicacy.

It should be an oil painting.

The picture is detailed, the artistic conception is hazy, and the color is rich, so it is worthy of her.

He Chan, who was drawing, noticed his gaze.

But she didn't disturb her, and her expression didn't change much. At this time, she was always focused, and she didn't dare to devote the slightest bit of attention to other places, for fear of losing that feeling.

Nearly four hours passed.

The sun had already set in the west, the night was shrouded, the studio lights were bright and soft, He Chan put down the brush, exhaled lightly, and really focused on the whole of her painting, she couldn't help being a little distracted.

"Is the painting finished?"

"Um……"

After getting the exact answer, Zhang Fanruo and He Qingshu excitedly walked over. When they saw it for the first time, Zhang Fanruo, who had been looking forward to it for a long time, was immediately immersed in the beauty.

In color painting,
Gouache is the simplest kind, but it combines the dignified and powerful features of oil painting, and the lyrical and dripping features of watercolor, and it is softened and profound by He Chan's hands, making people fall into the world in the painting at a glance.

Whether it is the pale white curtains that unfold with the wind, or the pots of spring orchids that have not yet bloomed on the edge of the window, and the two children sitting on the reclining chairs, they all give people a sense of real details and atmosphere, as if they are in a dream. The feeling of being able to meet.

But the most prominent part of the painting as a whole is a pair of eyes,
It was Zhang Fanwei. In the painting, he was sitting on a reclining chair, with a lovely and radiant face, and He Qingshu next to him put a small hand on his lap, but he didn't notice, and leaned slightly on the chair by himself. He turned his back to look forward, with a little light in his eyes, that kind of gaze was caught by He Chan to death.

It seems to be in a trance, and it seems to be admiring something,
Different moods can tell different feelings from it, He Chan and He Qingshu were fascinated by it, but Zhang Fanruo was a little embarrassed.

Only he himself knew what he was thinking at that time.

But logically,
Even if you are a little younger, it shouldn't be a big deal to look at beautiful women, right?Didn't you see the admiration in his eyes?Who can believe that such a child can have a bad heart?
After a while.

"Mom, you draw really well."

He Qingshu said and tugged on He Chan's sleeve, raised his face and said anxiously, "Will you hang it in my room when you're done?"

"Well, I think so too."

He Chan nodded lightly, ignoring his last words.

He Qingshu's mouth curled up a little unhappy, and just as he was about to continue speaking, Zhang Fanruo approached greedily, "Aunt He, you are amazing, can you give me this painting? I also want to hang it in my room."

"This is..."

He Chan held her chin and fell into deep thought.

Zhang Fanruo is still very confident, there is nothing that Aunt He can't solve, if there is, then add a rose plant.

"No."

He Chan finally rejected him, and patted his head and said comfortingly: "Auntie likes this one too. Later, Auntie will give you another one, which is a self-portrait of Auntie."

"..."

Zhang Fan's weak face collapsed.

But it's normal, anyway, He Qingshu is also biological.

And he is just an overly cute little boy who no one cares about.

They were then kicked out.

After He Chan packed up her things and came out, she looked at Zhang Fanruo expectantly: "When you were at home, did Sister Qin bathe you every day?"

? !
Zhang Fanwei became vigilant, but said without showing any expression on his face: "No, I always wash alone at home."

"oh, I see."

He Chan nodded, and seemed to be convinced by him. Zhang Fanruo just breathed a sigh of relief, but she continued: "Then how about asking Auntie to wash it for you today?"

"no!"

Zhang Fanruo walked into the bathroom with the clothes in his arms, and before he closed the door, he emphasized to her: "I want to wash it by myself, Aunt He, you are not allowed to come in."

"..."

Snapped--

He Chan sighed quite sadly when he heard the sound of the lock coming from inside.

But Zhang Fan is weak and his heart is like iron.

When he turned his head to look at the bathroom, he couldn't help but twist his eyebrows.

There is no bathtub?

When he was at Mo's house, he took a bath every day to soak in it first, then came out to put on shower gel, and then rinsed it with the water in the bathtub when he was done, it was relaxing and enjoyable.

Now I see that the He family does not have a bathtub,

He subconsciously felt a little uncomfortable.

It seems that it is easy to go from frugal to extravagant, and difficult to go from extravagant to frugal. The conditions in the courtyard were so poor before, and he could only bathe in the big red basin in winter. After a month, the will is no longer firm.

After Zhang Fanruo thought about it, he took off his clothes and walked up.
Then... He looked up and looked at it for a while.

"..."

Damn, why is the shower head so high!

Zhang Fanruo couldn't reach it with his hand, and he didn't see any small benches on the left or right, so he could only unscrew the fixed shower and wash it under it. I don't know if the height allows the water to fall down more space. Zhang Fanruo felt that the water flow was like wicker in the stepmother's hand, and his head hurt when it poured down.

Melancholy, just very melancholy.

Zhang Fanruo took a careless and uncomfortable bath, he hurriedly dried his head and walked out.

"finished Wash?"

Inside the open door next door, He Chan, who was laying the quilt, looked back at him with a smile: "Why haven't you wiped your hair? You stand still, I'll wipe it for you after I finish making the bed."

Just for a while,
He Chan had already changed into a set of pajamas with a long pink skirt, and her body was even more feminine. For some reason, Zhang Fanwei's heartbeat accelerated a lot.

After a while, He Chan finished making the bed.

"I told you I'll wash it for you, but I didn't listen."

She came over and picked up a towel, wrapped it around his hair and rubbed it gently, her tone was reproachful, but rather helpless with a smile.

"..."

Zhang Fanruo didn't speak, because he was so close, he could clearly smell the faint lavender fragrance on He Chan's pajamas. At this moment, he seemed to have regained the feeling of entering Mo's house for the first time.

When Qin Wantai insisted on sleeping with him, he was as nervous as he is now.

As a result, not long after a month,
Now that Qin Wantai was sleeping with him in his arms again, Zhang Fanruo didn't even feel the slightest fluctuation in his heart.

Alas, time.

Just as he was feeling emotional, He Chan had sucked the moisture out of his hair, and then pointed to the bed: "Go up and lie down first, Auntie will take a shower soon."

?

The corner of Zhang Fanruo's mouth couldn't help twitching.

How could it be so strange for He Chan to say such a good sentence?

"Aunt He, I'm not used to sleeping with other people."

Zhang Fanruo learned from the previous lesson, and said indifferently but firmly: "Is there any room available? I won't be afraid to sleep alone."

"But I will."

"?"

"Auntie means, no."

He Chan looked at him, blinking her soft eyelashes sincerely.

Zhang Fanwei was not calm anymore.

How could this not be?Is He Chan coaxing him into thinking that Mo is three years old?He Zhang Fan is weak but smart, how could there be no guest rooms in these four or five rooms!
"Really, Auntie won't lie to you if she lies to anyone."

"..."

Under his skeptical gaze, He Chan was heartbroken, and silently dragged him to look from room to room.

This... He Qingshu's bedroom.

This is a studio, this is a storage room, this is a dance studio...

Zhang Fanwei became numb the more he looked at it.

This woman, He Chan, actually changed all the rooms in the house except for her and her son's bedroom to other uses. Didn't she take into account that friends and relatives would come to stay overnight?
In the end, the two returned to square one.

Zhang Fanruo couldn't help raising his head, but he saw He Chan slightly cocked his head, still looking sad and waiting to be coaxed.

"I'm sorry, Aunt He."

Zhang Fanruo confessed honestly: "I blamed you wrongly, so what should I do now?"

"look at yourself."

He Chan let go of him and sat back on the bed, with a smug smile on her lips: "Anyway, you can either sleep with me or with Qing Shu, there is no quilt even on the sofa."

"..."

Zhang Fanruo turned and left without hesitation.

In his opinion, this is not a multiple-choice question. Between a beautiful bad woman who can tease children and a sensible and caring brother, a man knows how to choose.

boom--

Lying on He Qingshu's bed, Zhang Fanruo couldn't help stretching. The former was still taking a bath, but he looked around, feeling more and more that he had the same interests as He Qingshu.

Figures of Zaku and Digimon.

On the shelf are neatly packed Raccoon Noodles Water Margin [-] Cards and a castle-shaped LEGO brick in the center.

Other than that,

There are many oil paintings and gouache paintings hanging on the wall, some of which seem to be painted by himself. Although there is a huge gap between them and He Chan's paintings, at his age, he is already very talented.

It seems that his younger brother is not stupid,

It's just that the talent is on another literary tree.

At this time, there was a sad piano sound in the living room, and it seemed to be the routine of that bad woman He Chan. Zhang Fanruo was not fooled, but listened intently.

After listening,
Even though he complained a lot about He Chan, Zhang Fanruo still had to admit that she played really well.

the end of the song
Zhang Fanruo didn't know the name of the song, seeing that he wasn't fooled, He Chan also stopped, and after a few minutes, He Qingshu finally opened the door and walked in after taking a shower.

(End of this chapter)