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

Temporarily went out to call a part-time professor, and when I returned to my living room, I saw two sons swearing and playing games around the monitor. Mr. Sen was sitting on the sofa not far away reading the newspaper, exuding the smell of salted fish. Adrian Crowd in front of its drinking fountain.

"Why are you here? Is Zhongya sober?" She took off her hat, took off her coat and put on slippers and walked to the bedroom. The eldest son, who had long been accustomed to her attire, bit the bullet and snorted: "You ran out again!"

"If I don't run away for two days, I have to go home to pick up a younger sister for you." She directly put the hat on Zhongya's head and patted him: "You brat."

"Aren't I worried about you..." The orange-haired boy threw away the game controller in his hand, got up and returned the hat to her.The son suddenly became clingy, probably because more and more people came in and out of the house recently, which made him feel uneasy about the territory being violated. He deliberately provoked his mother in order to ensure that the family was still stable.

Then he was beaten.

"Come with me." Rimbaud took the hat and put his arms around his shoulders and entered the study. The other son stared at the study door closed, and turned to look at Sen, who had evolved into a salted fish ashore and was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper. Sir, the newspaper that blocked the sight trembled, and a voice that seemed to be a smile but not a smile came over: "Do you need me to hug you and then rub your hair, Dazai-kun?"

The black-haired boy turned back from the cold and trembled like he was vomiting, and he clenched the handle to change games to entertain himself.

"Why are you suddenly worried about me?" She took her son into the study, and she motioned him to sit on the chair opposite.The mother and son sat around the small round table. Rimbaud put the coat that hadn't been put back in the wardrobe on the armrest of the chair, and threw the hat on the table: "What happened?"

The orange-haired boy lay down on the table as soon as he sat down: "A classmate in my class suddenly disappeared, and the police came the day before yesterday..."

"Is it because of the accidents of the people around you that you have associations and guesses?" She leaned over and touched her son's hair: "Even I can't guarantee that I will never have any accidents, my dear, so we must cherish staying in the future." Every minute of the world."

"Of course I know this kind of thing!"

He shook off the hands rubbing his head: "I just, I just don't want you to pay more attention to others."

He has been able to bear it until now, and only now has a small incident. To be honest, it is really beyond Rimbaud's expectation.

"So are you jealous and acting like a baby to me? The cost is a bit high."

Some of the wines in her collection were rare treasures that could not be bought with money, and this kid ruined all of them, no matter how good or bad it was, which made Professor Rimbaud feel so distressed that he wanted to laugh.

Fortunately, there were no other accidents, it was just drinking too much and playing crazy.

The orange-haired boy blushed all of a sudden, his imposing manner was a bit stronger and he stammered, "You, what are you talking about, what kind of coquettish am I, which eye did you see! It's you who always make people worry, you Can't you think about it..."

Rimbaud "..."

Why did I suddenly have the illusion of "ah, the eldest lady lost her temper"?

Is there something wrong with my education method? Why did my sons change the script one after another?

No!This is definitely not something I made a mistake, it must be the bad influence brought by Mr. Sen!

"Hey! Can you react a bit!" Zhongye waited for a while but didn't wait for his mother to give in. He couldn't help but saw the wonderful expression on her face when he looked up: "..."

"What kind of look is that in your eyes!" Zhong Ye jumped up with fried orange hair: "I, I, I want to go back to my room to rest, good night!"

A series of escaping movements were so fast that even Rimbaud couldn't catch him in time, it seemed that he was already shy to the limit.

"Really, brat!"

She stared at the open study door dumbfounded for a long while, and finally could only shake her head, get up and walk out, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Mr. Mori has disappeared from the sofa, and only Osamu Dazai is holding the black cat Adrian in the living room and playing with its paws.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Adrian wanted to escape from the control of the black mud monster when he saw his master, and went up to get close to her. Rimbaud caught the jumping cat and stroked its belly. Seeing Dazai's eager expression, he smiled again. Then he gave the cat to him: "Don't make funny faces."

Adrian: "Meow meow?"

"I was thinking, if it was me who was picked up by Miss Rimbaud in the first place..." There was a hint of gloom in the boy's smile, Rimbaud bent down and approached him: "If it was you, I would definitely slap my ass and leave with confidence. What are you going to do back home?"

He was laughed at by her all of a sudden: "Why! You are biased, why are you!"

Professor Rimbaud raised his eyebrows and replied in a spirited way: "Of course it's because Zhongye is better at French than you~"

The black-haired boy holding the level of a master in his hand and clinging to a scumbag script to life and death: "..."

He was very angry, and had nothing to say and no way to refute.

Why don't you always read your lines according to the script!

Ran away from "Second Miss" again, Rimbaud shook his head, turned off the light source in the living room and dragged his slippers upstairs to sleep.

Pushing open the bedroom door, I saw Mr. Sen leaning on the bed and flipping through Kant, which he could never finish reading.

"What's the matter? Have you been touched by any details of life today to your sensitive and fragile nerves?"

She forgot her coat and hat in the study... Forget it... She opened the closet and took out her pajamas, which hung beside her, her slender fingers tugging at the tie impatiently.

"Not at all," Mr. Sen didn't even want to move his eyes from the page: "Did it go well?"

He asked about the temporary part-time job she did when she went out. Rimbaud had already unbuttoned half of his shirt at the moment, and replied vaguely: "It went well. There were five people, and the Quans and his wife solved four and a half by themselves."

"The remaining one is the source of infection?" He turned a page, his tone unhurried.

Rimbaud took off his shirt and put his pajamas on his head while humming: "No, I'm not sure. There's no way to be sure whether the one who died last was the manipulator or the intermediate host. The chief farmer told me to be careful recently. You are the same .”

Mori Ogai closed the book and shrugged: "I would rather hope that this respectable opponent can change his target and stick to it."

"Shouldn't you be proud of being feared by the state authorities?" She changed into her pajamas and reached out to unbutton the underwear inside, her tone quite teasing.

Mr. Sen took the book and patted it on his hand: "Well... it's not wrong to think about it this way." He put down the book and propped his chin with his hand: "I've been thinking about it just now," the man suddenly laughed a lot Very elusive traces: "I just kept thinking, if Madam receives another request to kill the leader of PortMafia one day, things seem a little difficult?"

"Madam, what action will you take then?"

He tilted his head, only pure curiosity in his tone.Rimbaud put the changed shirt, trousers and underwear into a ball and stuffed them into the closet, closed the door, turned around, raised his hand and pinched his neck: "That depends on the amount of your life accident insurance coverage."

"That's it... I remember the amount is quite high, with five real estate properties and tens of thousands of employees." He put his hand on the back of her hand, leaned on her wrist and kissed lightly: "The replacement rules of the leader of PortMafia According to the historical habits of the world, if anyone can directly kill the current leader by himself...then he will be the new leader."

"So Madam doesn't need to be in a dilemma, as long as she can lead this organization to continue to rule Yokohama's night."

The leader has whatever style of painting and the organization under him has such a style of painting. She is almost too lazy, and will only spare no effort to maintain the existing order so that she can continue to be lazy.

Of course, what is more likely to be done is to try to save his life and avoid a series of unprepared situations from happening later.

"To be honest, I really want to push out a bunch of troublesome things right now, how about staying at home with my wife every day, and throwing them directly at Mr. Chuya, um..."

"You really..." She lowered her head and blocked his chattering mouth, and there was only a shallow gasp in the bedroom.

Occasionally, Mr. Mori, who refused to admit defeat, raised his arms and hugged the bargain he had delivered to his door, and fell to one side, and the mattress sank into a pit under the weight.Rimbaud bit him and pressed the guy to sit up, supporting his body with one hand and groping in the small drawer of the bedside table with the other. ceiling:"?"

"I think I can work harder, um...Mr. Zhongye will probably be happy to have a younger sister? This way, I don't have to pick up children from other people's homes. I don't know what Madam would like?"

Madam rolled her eyes and felt that this proposal was not very good: "I don't know how to raise children, and Zhong also grew up casually by myself. After giving birth, you will raise them?"

"Well, if it's a girl, I'll carry her to work at the port every day." Mr. Mori is also very persistent occasionally, and has always thought that it is probably justifiable to go too far in his bedroom.

This "excusable situation" lasted most of the night. First, the teacher and the professor faced the situation of both skipping classes again.

Rimbaud originally didn't want to get up and go to school, but she had skipped a day's work before, so she had to get up and change into a long skirt, jacket, and tie a silk scarf. She didn't bother to eat breakfast, so she staggered out and chose to take public transportation. School - too sleepy to fall asleep in the car.

I haven't had time to read the homework, and the lesson plans haven't been sorted out. Professor Lan Bo thought about it and decided that it's better to take the exam today.There is no need to bother to produce any papers, just open the homework and translate an article in the material within an hour and a half, do as much as you can, and leave after handing in the blank paper.

There was sudden mourning in the classroom.

There are four classes in four grades throughout the day, and the French majors are all dazed by the sudden exam. They can only think hard, rack their brains and write hard. Rimbaud took the opportunity to lie on the podium with his arms pillowed Sleep.

It wasn't until halfway through the exam time that someone discovered that the professor wasn't invigilating the exam at all, but was slacking off and sleeping the whole time. It was clearly not the season, but he tied a silk scarf around his neck to conceal it.

Only Masao Imai, who had been working outside for half a day in the morning and sneaked back to class in the afternoon, probably understood something—a certain leader did not show up all morning!

The author has something to say: the author is lazy, there is nothing to watch in this chapter...