Every time I go home my wife is in a different world

Zhongyuan Zhong also rushed to the port when the explosion broke out on Leibo Street, and Rimbaud was sitting on the sofa with hot cocoa in his arms, secretly observing the doctor who sat opposite and patiently accompanied the blonde girl to build blocks.

The other party seemed to be aware of her gaze, got up and poured water to serve the cake, she and the little girl named Alice each had a share.

With the endorsement of Baudelaire and the testimony of life details, she slowly accepted the doctor-patient relationship between this strange man and herself.There are indeed many secrets in the organization that cannot be revealed, and as a killer affiliated with the organization, he cannot reveal his illness and whereabouts at will... These are routine operations, she can understand.

It's just that it's a bit boring to be locked in the house for a long time.

Verlaine couldn't get in touch... I don't know if the task was completed or not, what happened in the lost time, why can't I remember it at all?

She turned her gaze back to the monitor, and the frog living by the pond ran away from home again for a trip, wondering what it would bring back later.

Someone made a soft sound outside the door. The doctor went out and said a few words, and when he came back, he had an extra cardboard box in his hand: "Miss, this is the dress you ordered before you lost your memory, and it will be delivered today. Do you want to try it?"

There was nothing else to do.Most of the people on the mobile phone are unfamiliar, the game has been cleared, and she doesn't like watching TV dramas, so she is locked in this office and circles back and forth, getting tired of watching the scenery outside the window.

Being able to do something different grabbed her full attention at once.

"What kind of clothes are they? Let me take a look." She took the paper bag and opened it with her fingers to have a look. The thick silk fabric was printed with a special printing and dyeing method. trees, the red sun in the sky and the birds in flight.

It's like wearing a thick and colorful painting on your body.

It looks good, so give it a try.Since it was paid for before she lost her memory, maybe this thing can remind her of something.

Yuzensen is a very high-standard dress. The sleeves on both sides can be stretched just enough to form a very charming traditional Japanese picture scroll. Even if foreigners wear it, it emphasizes the slender neck while exuding a subtle and restrained sexiness.

——This country is really strange. It is both traditional and modern, conservative and open. It is like a shy lady who opens the window late at night to welcome her lover for a tryst. It is hard to describe how to describe it.

There are too many elements, which is probably the case.

Rimbaud stood in front of the mirror and looked sideways at the knotted wide belt on the back, with a fluffy pompom underneath, so she couldn't help but reach out and want to grab it.

At this moment, Madam is like a cat chasing its tail in circles. Mr. Sen stared at the small mirror in front of him with relish through the refraction of the mirror, and did not notice that Alice's contemptuous white eyes were almost rolled into the sky.

——If it weren’t for Mr. Natsume Soseki’s role during this period, Rintaro, you still want to marry Miss Rimbaud with your current idiot appearance?

I see you are thinking of peaches!

"What are you looking at."

Rimbaud easily caught the sight of him secretly peeping at him, stepping barefoot on the carpet and turning around to look at the man who folded his hands above his head in apology.The blond girl stood up, "hehehe", covered her mouth with a smile and ran away, leaving only two adults in the room.

He didn't say anything, his eyes were open and undisguised, full of appreciation and admiration for beautiful things.This kind of reasonable compliment from a mature opposite sex is of course extremely comfortable.She walked forward slowly, Mr. Sen's eyes fell on the belt and the wide sleeves, and the long-haired woman's cold fingers poked him on the forehead, causing him to fall backwards: "I'm here I ask you, what are you looking at?"

The distance gradually narrowed, the air became thinner, and he kept looking up into her eyes with the poked raised head: "Miss, you clearly know."

You clearly know that no one can resist your charm, why do you insist on forcing me to speak out?

Rimbaud propped himself up on the back of the sofa and lowered his body. The man sitting on the sofa turned to face her at a slightly lower angle. Although he had to look up, he still had a relaxed attitude in the downwind position.

It's like elders smiling and pampering playful and lively young lovers.

She's just... a bit confused.Ambiguous, but not infiltrated with sexual ambiguity, Rimbaud has seen too many men coveting his body, not to mention how keen his eyes are full of desire.Normally, she wouldn't get angry for this reason, but now she sincerely felt that look disgusted her.

The doctor in front of him looked much younger than his actual age. Although his force value was not high, he had a decent conversation and a gentle manner. He seemed to be a very reasonable and caring type—a relatively rare male type in Europe.

At this moment, Ms. Rimbaud really wants to find a new lover—it turns out that the one who hasn’t been summoned for a long time can be thrown into the trash can. Anyway, he is also sticky and makes her feel a little uncomfortable. Try a new type as a different taste. Taste it fresh.

Thinking of this, the distance between the two has been shortened to an inexplicable level by her, and they are about to stick together across the back of the sofa.

The door of the chief's office was suddenly kicked open with a "bang", and the orange-haired boy rushed in like a cannonball.

Miss Rimbaud: "?"

Who is this?It seems a little familiar.

Mori Ogai: "..."

I don't know what to say, don't say it!

The "joyful" atmosphere in the room was completely broken by the arrival of Chuya Zhongyuan.As the son of the leader's wife, he can naturally go to see his mother at will. The wife is staying in the leader's office. According to the previous inference, of course no one can forcefully refuse his visit.

The main reason is that no one has the strength to stop him, but there is no need to mention this point, PortMafia also wants to save face.

The orange-haired boy rushed into the office and ran towards Rimbaud. When she turned around, she saw a familiar boy rushing straight in. The subspace wall opened in time, and Zhongye was blocked one step away from her.

Zhong Ye immediately became unhappy, he clearly agreed to love his family dearly, why do you not want a son when you have an old goblin outside?

The boy's blue eyes were full of unbelievable shock. After observing him carefully for a while, Rimbaud asked hesitantly, "Are you related to Verlaine?"

Except for the height, it seems that they are vaguely similar.

A strange man's name came out of the lady's mouth, and Mori Ogai, who was sitting not far away, moved his ears and continued to listen.

Zhong also didn't know who Verlaine was. Seeing that his own mother really forgot himself completely, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved, and the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't bear it, so he opened his mouth and asked, "Who? I don't know!"

After speaking, he was wronged and said again: "How can you forget me?"

Rimbaud was at a loss: "Huh?" She remembered that she would not fall in love with a minor. Why did this child behave like a small animal that was about to be abandoned?The woman shifted her gaze a little guilty, as if she was trying to recall and find memory clues about the orange-haired boy.

After thinking about it for a while, she couldn't figure it out, so she spread her hands and gave up: "Why don't you introduce yourself first, give me some hints, maybe I can remember it faster."

"You took me out of the lab, did you forget that too?"

Rimbaud had already told him everything about the past, and there was no deliberately hidden secret between mother and child, and Chuya took out the initial bond without thinking about it—he didn't know what Rimbaud was like before becoming a mother.

The subspace wall suddenly unfolded from a flat surface to cover the entire room, Rimbaud's scythe appeared in his hand, and he went straight to the Central Plains and cut it off - the order she got from the European Espionage Agency was to destroy all the experimental subjects in the laboratory at all costs. The boy turned out to be the "target" that has been delayed for several years and has not yet been resolved?

Zhong Ye was superb in physical skills and bent down to avoid the sharp blade in time, and his eyes widened in displeasure: "You hit me! I didn't make any mistakes!" He jumped up, stepped on the blade when the sickle was suddenly retracted, The sudden increase in gravity forced her to let go and throw away the weapon, and the pale golden cube rose under her feet. Rimbaud, who was spinning eight subspace bombs around his body, first monopolized the air supremacy and stared at the "target" condescendingly.

"Miss, if you have something to say, don't you usually like Nakaya-kun the most?" Mr. Mori shouted, Rimbaud's hands trembled, and a subspace bomb lost control and smashed the visor and tempered glass. Fly all the way into the blue sky outside the window.

Could it be that when I lost my memory, I did such a bottom-line thing?

Chuuya took the opportunity to float up and sweep away with his foot. Rimbaud manipulated the subspace bomb whose shape changed from a cube to a flat and wide cuboid to block the limbs that were in direct contact with him.

The subspace bomb smashed the boy to the floor. If it weren't for the excellent quality of the construction party, Mori Ogai suspects that the PortMafia headquarters building would almost have to be rebuilt.

With subspace shielding, the walls and floor of the office were still intact, but the furniture they passed by was all reduced to debris.

These are the antique furniture left by the previous generation or even the previous leaders. Even Mr. Sen, who did not pay for it himself, felt a pain in his heart.However, this level of fierce fighting is no longer something he can intervene in. The current leader who doesn't want to be beaten by mixed forces can only keep his mouth shut and find a corner farther away to avoid being affected by the battle.

Rimbaud and Zhong Yuanzhong, who were at full strength, were simply ruthless demolition machines. Wherever they went, they were demolished, and even the floor was smashed to pieces wherever they went.

No wonder the father-in-law's words revealed the meaning of "the goods will not be returned or exchanged once they are shipped". So it was because he was afraid of this situation happening?

"Alice sauce, Madam didn't beat me to death so many times. Now that I think about it, I'm really touched, don't you think?"

Mori Ogai pulled out a small handkerchief and wiped the corners of his eyes with a moved face, the humanoid supernatural life form desperately resisted the thought of hammering him, only snorted and moved his face away.

Rimbaud smashed another interior wall with subspace bullets above his head, exposing the abandoned bedroom of the previous generation hidden on the same floor.This bedroom has been completely abandoned since the occurrence of the "ancestral medical accident". Although Mori Ogai ordered someone to clean and maintain it carefully, he no longer uses it.

In addition to some small taboos, keeping this room can also serve as a warning to himself-if he can't control his words, deeds and ambitions, what is the difference from the previous leaders who used to lie behind the curtain?

This commemorative bedroom will be wiped out in the next second under the dual effects of gravity and space.

Well, now there is a more intuitive and clear warning - if he leads PortMafia to do any disqualification, Madam will be the first to spare him.

Sorry.

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

Mori sensei

Take advantage of the opportunity

Miss Rimbaud

ex-boyfriend

stuffed into the trash can

easily from the inside

took out another one

China also makes trouble

easy to understand

Direct demolition

Let's redecorate

感谢在2020-01-3119:04:09~2020-02-0109:41:02期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Nether Orchid;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：阿桀15瓶；康娜8瓶；奈特露娜6瓶；梁君悦5瓶；233508861瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!