Curse Return: Do I have to be a spellcaster as a member of the Heilongjiang Ministry?

"So, we have to reach a consensus."

Fushikuro House.

The hostess is not here at this time. Fushiguro has been married for more than a year. Atobe Keizawa has witnessed Mrs. Fushiguro's obsession with the handsome and lively Mr. Cowherd from being obsessed with it to now being disgusted with each other. The process can be described as It's exciting but not unexpected at all.

"A consensus reached?" Fuhei Shi'er lay absentmindedly on the sofa, his strong body occupying the entire sofa arrogantly.

"I risked my life to save your life. From now on, you have to listen to my arrangements." Atobe Keizawa took out an unopened bag of milk powder from the corner of the cabinet. Holding the packaging bag and observing it carefully: "Wow, it's expired for one year??"

"Eating people won't kill them anyway." Fuhei Shi'er didn't care about this.

"..."

"Megumin is almost four years old, right? Don't you need milk powder?" Atobe Keizawa was very hesitant. Xiao Jing stopped drinking milk powder when he was two years old, but they don't know how to make baby meals.

"If you want to drink it, you can drink it if you are forty years old, as long as you don't die." No matter how you think about it, his son will never die from expired milk powder, right? Fuheishier's mind went blank.

"Why did you go from expired milk powder to death in one step??" Atobe Keizawa glared: "I have decided that your mission from now on is to raise Fushiguro Megumi for me."

"His name will be Megumi Atobe from now on." Fushiki Shiji changed his sleeping position and started to lie down without even thinking about it.

Atobe Keizawa: ...Are you fucking sick?

After all, the world has become something he couldn't imagine.

"A-Azawa." A soft little hand gently pulled the hem of Atobe Keizawa's clothes, and Fushiguro Megumi stood up unsteadily on tiptoes.

Seeing this, Atobe Keizawa immediately threw away the expired milk powder. He picked up the little guy and coaxed: "What's wrong with Megumin?"

"Meihui, don't drink milk powder!" The child said with a milky voice and hugged the adult's neck.

"..."

……

……

Wow wow wow! ! What kind of angel is this? !

"Okay, okay, okay! Don't drink, don't drink, don't drink!"

"Meihui can eat whatever she wants!! Aze is rich!!!"

Atobe Keizawa, who was so cute by Megumi Fushiguro at 360 degrees, felt a puff of green smoke rising from the top of his head. The blond adult put his face on the child's head and rubbed and rubbed——

Milky!

Soft!

lovely!

Megumin is justice! ! ! !

"..."

"Megumin doesn't want to eat." The soft body was nestled in Atobe Kageze's arms. The little child was so well-behaved that Atobe Kagezawa rubbed her face slightly.

"Don't eat?" Atobe Keizawa's crazy movements were startled: "But Megumin will be hungry if she doesn't eat."

Immediately, the little guy frowned, as if he was struggling with something sincerely. After a while, the little guy finally made a small gesture with his hand and said: "Then, Huihui will eat a little bit!"

My conscience aches.

A dull ache in my non-existent conscience.

Atobe Keizawa held the little one with one hand and covered his heart with the other. Could it be that the child was afraid that he would eat too much after listening to their conversation, so the adults didn't want him? ?

Damn you.

You deserve to die, Fuheisher! ! !

"From today on, Megumin is my son!"

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The drowsy Fushire barely raised one eye and glanced at Atobe Kagezawa, who had no physical performance in the living room. A series of unknown tones came out of the eyes of Tian and the tyrant who were staring in confusion, and he turned over. Tuck the pillow into your arms.

Only a fool would argue with Atobe Keizawa about Fushiguro Megumi's ownership.

What's wrong with the Ministry of Surnames? His son got a soft meal based on his ability.

Atobe Kageze rubbed the child again, and his expression gradually became serious: "Ji'er, you should too... No, it should be said that we should think about the future."

The blond boy lowered his eyes. He was obviously only sixteen or seventeen years old, and his youthful and beautiful face still had a lot of youthfulness, but the words he spoke did not sound like that of a young man.

"Megumin is still young, you don't plan to let him rot in the soil like us, do you?"

"If that's true, my sister-in-law might jump out of the coffin and beat us to death."

Atobe Keizawa knew that he could hear it, but he didn't know if he was willing to listen. They escaped from a cannibalistic place like the Zen Yuan with great expectations, fully believing that with the existence of that person, thousands of sunshines would somehow be able to Just care for them every step of the way.

It's a pity who would expect it.

It couldn't get any worse than now.

Atobe Keizawa's eyes fell on Fushiguro Megumi again. The three-year-old child's physical strength was limited, and now his little head was shaking and he was dozing off.

In fact, the biggest problem in raising children is money, but Atobe Keizawa is not short of money, but neither he nor Fushiguro Shiji have been immersed in the abnormal whirlpool all year round. To this day, no one knows how to live a normal life. Been there.

"Aren't you going back?" At some point, Fuhei Shi'er opened his eyes. Atobe Kageze had his own home and there was no reason to fool around with them.

"I can't go back." Atobe Keizawa answered seriously.

He doesn't know what normal people's life is like, and naturally he won't go back to the world of normal people.

Especially... the blond boy's eyes darkened. After he barely managed to save his life, he secretly went back to take a look. He had unilaterally witnessed the child who looked similar to him grow up little by little and become better little by little. .

But so what?

Excellent parents and outstanding children, the more things Atobe Keizawa sees from one side, the more he understands the truth, that is, everyone can live well even without him. It is better to say that without him, the Atobe family will be more perfect.

So...he doesn't need to learn the family rules of etiquette, justice and shame from now on.

After all, no matter how much he pretends to be covered in blood, he doesn't look like a normal person.

……

The autumn wind rustled, and the curtains hanging on it were lifted through the window sill. The blue and white cheap fabrics hit the glass one by one. Atobe Kageze gently patted the child in his arms, and his warm little body was There was a comforting heat in his arms.

He is waiting.

Waiting for the response from my companion who has been through hell together since childhood.

For a long time, Fushiguro Megumi began to snore cutely, and Atobe Keizawa lost hope again.

"What to do next?" Fuheishier said in his still deep voice, with an almost compromising helplessness.

"...?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to raise this little cub?" He frowned: "It's so small, how can it grow big?"

"...Are you sick? You won't be able to grow up." Atobe Keizawa's rising emotions had not yet fermented, and he was once again shattered by the violent words of his companions.

"Children grow up like this." Atobe Keizawa vowed: "Anyway, make a list first and buy everything the child needs for life."

Fuheishier picked his ears boredly.

"Go to the supermarket and buy it. Anyway, I have money."

money? The ears of Tian and Tyrant twitched.

"Then when she gets older, Huihui will go to kindergarten, so she has to find a better school."

kindergarten? The ears became dull and quiet again.

"Speaking of which, this house is too bad, isn't it? Is it a place for people to live?" Atobe Kageze looked around with a disgusted expression.

...Is raising children so troublesome? Wouldn't it be possible to survive just by leaving it alone? Can you grow if you see the wind? Fuheishier's eyes were dead.

"Finally..." Atobe Kagezawa took a deep breath. He carefully looked at the child in his arms. Even if it hadn't grown yet, he could clearly see that Fushiguro Megumi had inherited the good genes of his parents, at least in appearance. in this way.

Hmm... It's better not to inherit Fushihei Shier's legacy. What if he grows up to be a soft and cute man?

Atobe Keizawa was amused by his imagination, and when Fushiguro looked over inexplicably, he raised a smile.

"Shi'er, shall we move out?"