Chapter 142

Zhan Hanjue looked at her arrogant face, and said secretly in his heart, you don't want to be a nanny, I have my own way to make you a nanny for the Zhan family step by step.

"After that, I ate with the children. I will eat whatever you do. I'll pay you, 20,000 a month? How about you still be able to enjoy a normal holiday? "The Lord of War is a battalion step by step.

Luo Shihan thought about it, she has to cook for the children every day anyway, and it is not troublesome to make more of his own amount, so she can earn an additional salary of 20,000 yuan, why not?

"Deal." Luo Shihan happily took away the dinner plate of Zhan Hanjue.

A smug smile appeared in the eyes of the Battle Chill Lord.

Zhan Hanjue heard Qing Yue's reading sound from Luo Shihan's room, and his handsome face sank instantly. Zhan Hanjue is the kind of academic bully who doesn't need to study hard to get full marks in science, so he is very opposed to those education models that wish to instill various cultures in children 24 hours a day. Luo Shihan sacrificed the children's sleep time, which made Zhan Hanjue feel very unhappy.

He overcame his resistance to Luo Shihan and came to Luo Shihan's room to find out. Luo Shihan is reciting Yishu's prose poem "To the Oak Tree" to the children:

In the evening, Warlord went to the study to process a document. When he came out, he found that Zhan Shu and Han Bao were not in his room.

Raising his wrist and looking at his watch, it was clear that it was time for sleep.

I must be a kapok near you, standing with you as the image of a tree.

roots, clinging to the ground; Leaves, touching in the clouds. We greeted each other with every gust of wind, but no one understood our words. Thou hast thy branches of brass and thy iron like knives, like swords, and like halberds;

If I love you, I will never be like a climbing flower, showing off by your high branches;

......

......

The raised hand of the Lord of War froze in the air, and he was captivated by the poem. He remembered the first time Zheng Ling read the poem, she ran to share her shock with him.

I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh, and like a heroic torch.

We share the cold waves, the wind and thunder, and the thunderbolts; We share the mist, the stream, the haper. It seems to be separated forever, but they are dependent on each other for life.

After Luo Shihan's recitation of the Oak Tree, the children fell asleep on their beds. Luo Shihan walked out with Zhan Shu in her arms, and when she opened the door, she saw Zhan Hanjue standing outside the door, as if he was thinking about something.

"The child is already asleep." Luo Shihan said softly.

"Brother, I'm different from Yishu. If I love you, I am willing to be your Lingxiao flower, forever clinging to your branches. I'm also willing to be a kapok plant to fight with you—"

At that time, Zhan Hanjue was very shocked, in this world, there are women who make Lingxiao flowers, and women who make kapok trees, but no one is like Zheng Ling, who can be soft or strong, can be low and small, or can travel all over the world.

When he came back to hug Han Bao, he found that Luo Shihan had already put Han Bao on his bed.

"Thank you." He said politely.

Zhan Hanjue was a little stunned, usually at this time, the child was still tossing and turning in bed and brewing sleep?

Zhan Han Jue took Zhan Shu over and carried him back to Zhan Shu's room.

Luo Shihan waved at him, contrary to him, "This is what I should do." ”

Zhan Hanjue returned to his room, and his habit before going to bed was to glance at his phone. Check for missed important calls.

found that Guan Xiao made a few phone calls, and Zhan Hanjue called back.

"President, what you asked me to investigate seems to be strange......"

Only then did Zhan Hanjue remember that he asked Guan Xiao to investigate Luo Shihan's ex-husband a few days ago, "Say! ”