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

Masao Imai, a second-year French student, submitted an application for elective majors when he reappeared after taking three days off from school.Considering that his professional professors often have students with weak psychological qualities who turn away crying, and the test scores of this student have indeed met the standard, the school allowed him to take the financial major of his choice.

Regarding this matter, Professor Rimbaud didn't say anything except raising his eyebrows and showing meaningful eyes.

Imai-kun, if you are so motivated, don't blame Mr. Mori for not allowing you to disembark...

The innocent and innocent Masao Imai just ran all the way in the direction of the mafia boss and never returned, surrounded by spectators, no one reminded him of falling into the pit.

Finally, normal work reports that people can read began to appear on the desk. Mr. Mori really appreciates the newcomer, and plans to observe for a period of time and promote him when his qualifications are up.Putting down the report card, he folded the homework that Imai had accidentally caught and put it in his pocket. If he didn't take this home, this promising newcomer might not see the sun tomorrow.

It's so miserable!

With the professional homework that the staff confused, and the two cheap sons, Mr. Mori bought flowers and looked forward to returning to his home—well, he didn’t want to expect his wife to stand at the door and look forward to returning. Now, getting your own slippers is also routine... As for dinner, he just hoped that Ms. Rimbaud would not come into the kitchen on a whim.Others cook dinner in order to get their husband's appreciation, and the one in his family cooks dinner probably because money is tight and he wants to get a bounty.

Fortunately, Professor Rimbaud's funds are still sufficient today, so he didn't put his mind on domestic food reserves.

Open the porch door, there is no one in the living room.She didn't stay where she usually sat, only the black cat Adrian curled up on a thick fluffy scarf and slept soundly.

"Ma'am?" Mr. Mori asked, and there was a reply from the upstairs bedroom.

The two cheap sons have been quarreling on the road, and now they are about to transfer the battle for victory to the game world.He didn't intervene in the small disputes among the young people, and followed the sound upstairs and pushed open the bedroom door.

Clothes were strewn here and there on the floor covered with man-made fiber flocked carpets. Rimbaud was wearing only a nightgown, and he went into the closet with bare feet to search, almost buried his whole body. go in.

Hmm... Recently he didn't have any invitations to bother Madam. To be precise, Madam has never appeared in public with him, and outsiders thought he was a bachelor.So, what is this looking for?Seriously preparing as if he was looking forward to going out to meet some important person, Mr. Mori admitted that he felt a little sour.

Look down at the clothing styles on the ground—gentle, dignified, elegant, intellectual, lively, um, and sexy.It can be imagined that Professor Rimbaud's head is full of confusion at the moment, like a girl who doesn't know what to wear to go out for an appointment...

As the head of the family who will never be troubled by problems, of course he should help his wife solve the troubles at this time, right?It would be even better if Madam told him who was the nobleman who made her so favored.

It's not that I want to invite this unknown gentleman to eat fried beans. He is a reasonable and civilized person.

Rimbaud had heard his footsteps entering the room a long time ago, and crawled out of the closet covering his hair: "Are you back?"

"Ah, yes. Today's work is going well." He bent down and picked up a long skirt from the ground, hung it on his arm, tilted his head and asked curiously: "Is Madam tidying up the closet?"

This is just a joke, how many years has he been married and he still doesn't know how Rimbaud can do housework?The most she could do was to guarantee that her house would not be demolished.

Rimbaud rolled his eyes and laughed at him: "Have you drank all the vinegar in the kitchen by yourself?" The sour smell almost drifted from the second floor to the first floor.

"The teacher from Zhongye called to tell me that next week the affiliated high school will hold a cultural festival, and each family must have a parent to participate. I want to prepare clothes in advance, which one looks good?"

What she asked was good-looking rather than suitable, which showed how much she cared about this student activity organized by the school.The degree of attention has probably surpassed the task of assassinating PortMafia back then.

The optimal solution at this time is definitely not to say to her "you look good in anything", the result of giving this answer is that from now on your opinion will basically be a cloud of air at home.

——The time has finally come to embody his importance as a husband.Although it is not a highlight clip that can make people look particularly handsome, this kind of "I am always surrounded by you" adhesion is not something that cannot be second best.

Mr. Sen used his vision of choosing small skirts for several years to search back and forth among the textiles all over the floor, and found a very serious problem: he seems to have never bought clothes for his wife in normal form.Some of the dresses on the ground were brought home from Alice's closet when Rimbaud became smaller under the influence of the supernatural power. In fact, there were not many dresses that he often wore.

"Ma'am, I think, in this case, we need to arrange a trip to go shopping. What do you think?" It's too late today, why don't we skip work tomorrow morning and go out on a date?

Rimbaud followed his line of sight around the bedroom, and also found a problem—those girl-sized skirts took up most of the closet space, but the utilization rate was appallingly low.

She went over and stuffed these little skirts into a ball, they took up too much space and had to set up a warp to store them, only to find that she was wearing three sets of clothes in rotation every week—ah At any rate, remember not to wear a suit of clothes to rotten, which is already very good.

There are also some clothes that I bought for changing clothes when I went out to work part-time. After the part-time job, I didn’t wash them and put them in the closet, let alone remember to wear them again.

Seeing this, she put the uncleaned clothes into a packing box and sent them to the laundry for sorting, and hung up the clumsy ones and put them back: "Okay, I have no class tomorrow morning, and my homework is a day late It's okay to see."

He successfully made an appointment with his wife in his free time, and Mr. Mori, who had not had time to change his coat after entering the door, suddenly remembered that some unlucky homework was still lying in his pocket, so he took it out and handed it to her directly: "Mr. I handed it in together, I think I probably hope that I can help bring it to you."

"Oh, let me take a look first." Rimbaud took the neatly folded paper and opened it, and he could see the writing on the paper clearly without glasses.

After watching it for about 10 minutes, she put down her student homework with a blank expression on her face: "I don't know what to say! But I can finally make people guess what I want to say, which is considered a bit of progress."

"Ah! Don't be too strict with young people, take your time, take your time." Without hesitation in selling his subordinates, Mr. Sen thought he was a good leader, and would plead with his professional professor for his subordinates!

He was silently planning tomorrow's skipping schedule in his heart when suddenly there was a violent vibration downstairs, as if someone was about to demolish the house.

Rimbaud, who had long been accustomed to this, passed him to open the bedroom door and went to the railing of the stairs and roared: "If you break the wall again, I will give me pocket money to repair it myself!"

Paying out a few pocket money is a trivial matter, but being looked up and down by the decoration workers with the eyes of a gorilla is the really unbearable part.The downstairs immediately returned to calm, and even the sound of frantically pressing the buttons on the handle disappeared.

Adrian, who was coiled on the sofa in the living room, stood up and stretched his buttocks with his front paws, flicked his ears and retracted them... Meow~ The two cubs finally stopped.

Ladies raising children...it's not easy!Especially raising a boy, and what's even more terrifying is two. The difficulty in their family is simply hell.

Mr. Mori came out and stood behind his wife to take a look, and the two who sat down and played games back down at the same time felt cold behind their backs.

That's right, it's the breath of overtime.

Zhong Ye was relatively honest, moved his posture and stood up, silently tidying up the various game CDs splashing around and putting them back to their original positions.Scratching his hair, the young man gave the other person who always made him angry angrily a sideways glance, stepped on his slippers and stepped into the bathroom - based on what he knew about Rimbaud, at this time, if he didn't run, he was looking for a beating.

Dazai, who suddenly found himself the focus of attention, had nowhere to hide, so he forced himself to show a condescending smile at the professor who was still condescending, and he almost made a "meow".

Rimbaud looked at him for five seconds, and finally looked away to let the kid survive: "Don't always tease Zhongye."

The black-haired boy who didn't know how to write the word "death" fell down and rolled around on the floor, his posture was exactly the same as that of the brat in the mall clamoring to buy toys: "You are partial! It's not fair, why!"

If he hadn't used a sticky tone, he probably wouldn't be able to get away with a severe beating now.

"Obviously you spilled the drink on the handle in an attempt to cheat!"

Of course, the orange-haired boy who hid in the bathroom was unwilling to be at a disadvantage. He argued with him through the sliding door, and even punched the sink with a dull sound, quite irritable.

Even if someone caught cheating on the spot, Dazai refused to show weakness in front of Nakaya, opening his mouth was a "fallacy": "Obviously a reasonable use of tactics, slugs, if you react slowly and fall into the trap, don't blame others for being too smart, please reflect on yourself Is the fact that IQ is not enough?"

Rimbaud had reason to believe that if she hadn't been standing here, the house wouldn't have survived tonight.Because she was still there, the two teenagers restrained themselves a little and shouted at each other through the bathroom door like huskies. greeting.

Up to five years old, no more.

At this moment, the old mother really wanted to clean up all the two cubs raised at home, not keeping one!

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

Professor Rimbaud discovered

home vinegar

unknown reason

consumed too fast