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

The red-haired boy named Sakunosuke Oda walked out behind Rimbaud like a lobster following the leader amidst the indescribable expression of the young policeman. The former was greeting a silver-haired man who came in through the door: "Mr. Fukuzawa? What a coincidence." .”

"Good day, Miss Rimbaud."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

The two simply greeted each other like ordinary colleagues with a normal relationship, and Rimbaud called Chuya and left with the red-haired boy who was newly arrested and planned to be hired as a "nanny".The silver-haired man looked back at them driving around the corner and disappeared, then turned around and asked the receptionist, "That lady..."

"There are two unscrupulous teenagers trying to damage her car. This...Miss Rimbaud sent them here together. The specific reason is still under investigation. What's wrong?"

The face of the hostess was a little red.

This Mr. Fukuzawa has no flaws at all except for his serious expression and awe-inspiring temperament. Although he is a little older... but older men also have the advantages of being older, that, that... the hostess who has reached the age of hating marriage is in a mess Bumping, lowering his head to reveal only his shiny red forehead.

It's a pity that Mr. Fukuzawa's reception of signals in this regard was a little poor. He didn't get the reason for the sudden shyness of the other party at all. After getting the answer he wanted, he walked towards the director's office.

He didn't come to Tokyo from Yokohama to digest food after a meal. He still had important things to do.

Rimbaud didn't take his ex-colleagues to heart, so he drove straight to find "Olive Restaurant" which specializes in Japanese and western food and stopped: "This restaurant's hamburger meat is good, and the curry rice is also very good. It has been open for more than ten years, and the old customers are more than Lots of new customers."

The so-called Japanese-style Western food, to put it bluntly, is "Western food" that has been improved to suit the tastes of local people, just like the "authentic Tianjin rice" in Chinatown that Tianjin people don't even know. Many meals are made by chefs using their talents. The "authentic taste" created is essentially a Japanese taste.

She pushed her son in, and the fat proprietress put her head out of the kitchen serving window and smiled amiably: "Ah? Rambo sauce~ Did you bring Chuya sauce to eat hamburger meat today? Hey, the one behind is ...?" She is already very old, and when she smiles, her eyes will narrow into two crooked slits. This image alone makes people feel very mother and homely.

The long-haired lady took off her coat and hung it on the hanger at the door, urging the two men to go in: "Ma'am, a children's meal with hamburger meat, a beef curry rice, and a cup of coffee."

"Okay! But there are too many guests today, can Lanbo sauce share a table with the innermost guest?"

The proprietress stuck her head out from the back kitchen and looked at a man who was occupying the entire table alone: ​​"Mr. Ebisu, can you share the table with other guests?"

Rimbaud raised his hand to say hello to the man who was serious about eating the hamburger: "Thank you."

"Ah."

The other party was not a talkative person either, so he squeezed himself against the wall and moved out of his place to the three guests who came in later.

Olive Restaurant's business is very good, and the proprietress's craftsmanship is even better. It didn't take long for the three meals to be served one after the other after sitting down.Rimbaud held the coffee and waited quietly, until Oda Sakunosuke was full and put down the spoon before she spoke: "I want to hire you, how about it?"

The red-haired boy didn't show any surprise, but he blinked and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Have you seen Zhongye? I'm a university professor. As a single mother who often has to work overtime, I need someone to take care of him for me." Rimbaud didn't think there was any problem with finding a minor to take care of another minor ——What she needs is a "nanny" like Oda Sakunosuke. She doesn't talk much, is honest, and has the ability to predict 90.00% of troubles... She also has strength, but if she wants the government to revoke supervision as soon as possible, it's best to behave Be good.

In fact, the list provided by Sakaguchi Heigo also includes types who are very suitable for taking care of children, but Chuya's identity and abilities... It is destined that Rimbaud will be afraid of the power from the police.There is also a very important point - let ordinary people "protect" an A-level supernatural power user, no matter how you look at this situation, there will be problems!

It's a good job just looking after the little ones.Oda Sakunosuke's face brightened for a while, but he quickly returned to his dazed look: "I'm afraid it won't work like this."

"You don't even listen to the salary?" Rimbaud thinks this kid is very interesting. He is obviously embarrassed enough to do odd jobs for a living, but he refuses a job with a more stable environment and a better salary?

"Can you tell me your reason?"

She picked up the coffee and took a sip, looking at the red-haired boy opposite with a smile in her bright brown eyes.

The table-sharing man, who had never had any sense of presence, moved suddenly, then slowed down and squeezed silently toward the wall.

"Feel sorry."

The long-haired woman apologized without sincerity, but still focused on Oda Sakunosuke.

"It's my own reason. Well, I was a killer half a year ago. Although I have quit now, but...in case...I'm afraid I will cause you trouble."

The boy frankly admitted the past, and Rimbaud laughed with a "wow".

When she smiled, her brilliance instantly rose by at least ten percentage points, which really made the whole room light up at this moment: "I know about this. You think I will randomly hand over the children who value me to inappropriate people in?"

The woman flipped the BlackBerry in her hand, and the cold screen was densely packed with comments from the circle of freelance killers about Oda Sakunosuke.

"Although I don't know why you quit," the long-haired woman shrugged, "Obviously you need a stable job to support yourself, and... I appreciate young people who are persistent and have a bottom line."

"If you say you want to work for the government, it's fine. They are short of people. It's easy to get a background. I can introduce you." The red-haired boy glanced at his "criminal record" , he still felt that it was more satisfactory to do things for Miss Rimbaud, and he found that there was a kind of similar aura in her.

So Oda Sakunosuke breathed out quite calmly: "In that case, I have no problem, when will I start working?"

"Here's the address."

Rimbaud took out a note pad from his pocket, tore off one and wrote his address on it and handed it to Oda Sakunosuke: "Go back and pack up your things, say goodbye to the past, you can report here at any time if you feel that you have nothing to lose, the key for you."

A key fell into his hand with a beautiful arc in the air, and the red-haired boy nodded: "Then I will deal with my own affairs first."

"Go."

Rimbaud raised his chin to signal him to take it easy, the young man grabbed the slip of paper and took the key with him, got up, bowed, walked around the table and hurried away along the somewhat narrow aisle——he finally looked motivated.

Chuya, who was silent all the time, put down his spoon and curled his lips: "Is that guy okay?"

"In five years, he will almost be able to draw with me, what do you think? It has nothing to do with the strength of supernatural powers, it is the accumulation of combat experience and consciousness. Besides, I just want to find someone who can pick you up and drop you off from school, and buy it for you by the way. A rice ball running errands or something, you don’t need such a big deal from a supernatural power!”

Rimbaud rolled his eyes: "You can play with him, as long as you don't demolish the house, and you can do anything else."

"Oh."

Zhong also thought about it, and felt that it was indeed the case, so he no longer had any opinions, bowed his head and continued to fight with his meatball hamburger steak.

Rimbaud drank the rest of the coffee, got up and went to the bar to pay the bill, then went to the flower shop next to Olive Pavilion to buy a bluebell wrapped in a newspaper, walked back and handed it to the man who wanted to squeeze himself into the wall: " Thank you, sir."

The man with a serious face raised his head, his green eyes were full of confusion: "You...?" Can you see me?

——Miss Rimbaud can see all the men she is interested in, no matter how low his presence is.

"Thank you for allowing us to sit at this table."

She tilted her head and smiled, her brown eyes were so bright that even the gods couldn't refuse.

Ah... here we go again!

Nakahara also turned his face away.

The guardian is good for everything, except for one thing, Miss Rimbaud, haven't you ever realized that this kind of behavior of yours is usually called "seduction without marriage" is too much? !

Others just kindly allowed us to fight for a table, don't harm others.

Too scum!

That Mr. Mori who is on a blind date with you will cry if he finds out...he will definitely cry!

"Oh!"

The man with a slightly carved expression stared at the white bellflower for a while, then reached out to take it: "Okay, I accept your offering."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Uncle, I can't see that you are so old at such a young age, "worship", do you think you are a god sitting on the altar?

"It's a pleasure to meet you, today is Tuesday, and if I can see you next Tuesday, I think I will be even happier."

She tapped on the table. "Jeanne Attila Rimbaud, my name."

The other party frowned: "The name is a curse, don't tell others your full name casually in the future." As if finding that it was not appropriate to speak like this, he added another sentence: "Ebisu, my name is Ebisu." After finishing speaking, he turned He stared at the orange-haired boy non-stop.

"Uncle, why are you staring at me?"

Zhong also said that this person's gaze made him feel uncomfortable, and the little brat who was supported was quite rude.Ebisu was a little confused: "You didn't declare the name of the god?" It's not very good, everyone is about the same in terms of age, so it doesn't give face... Could it be that the other party has just changed so that they are so ignorant?

"...Aren't you, uncle! Have you watched too many anime?" Zhong Ye rolled his eyes as much as Rimbaud: "Chuya Zhongyuan, my name."

The man hesitated for a moment, and finally gave up the argument: "Forget it, there is nothing to thank." It was just a table fight, not wishing to get rich at Yebisu Shrine.

After finishing speaking, he went to the bar to find the proprietress to pay the bill. Rimbaud shrugged his shoulders and stopped his son: "Let's go, get in the car!"

I originally thought that he was a guy worth getting to know and develop smoothly, but I didn't expect to have a problem with my brain.

forget it.

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

Professor Rimbaud's

Nanny recruitment conditions

A little high

Mr. Mori anytime

green cloud cover

感谢在2019-12-1710:11:06~2019-12-1809:09:33期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 8 bottles of Sangmoli; 5 bottles of Yuecheng·Maple; 1 bottle of Broken Moon;

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