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

Dazai boy felt from the bottom of his heart that his adoptive mother, Professor Rimbaud, was a poisonous person—as a reliable adult, he was even more proficient in all kinds of strikes and skipping shifts to sneak around and fish.It seemed that no matter what was put in front of her, she would not be deeply moved, and she would not show a surprised expression.

At most it behaves like a confused and confused little animal, but it doesn't go any deeper.

When he thinks this is everything, she will often make even more unappreciable actions to break the original cognition... In short, she is a very fascinating guy, and one person can fill a whole book of human bewildering behavior rewards up.

Like this day.

February [-]th is the day when chocolate and hormones fly together.

Everything was normal when I left the house in the morning, and nothing unexpected happened when I arrived at the workplace.It's a special holiday, the PortMafia building is full of single male creatures crying out for a certain sweet food, and there are some life winners who are almost buried alive by this thing when others ask for a piece of chocolate... There are always There are many female employees. In contrast, the convergent aesthetics have also led to a consistent chocolate reception list.

Surrounded by the ladies' enthusiastic candies, the black-haired boy pushed through the pile of gifts, randomly found a piece of packaging, opened it carefully, broke it, and threw it all into the trash can.

Soon he lost interest in the game, and he piled up the leftover chocolates and put them on the table for people to see—he didn’t eat them, and he didn’t allow others to share them, so he could appreciate the coming and going of his subordinates With increasingly frustrated little eyes, these carefully crafted handmade candies were thrown away at will.

Isn't there anything new to lift your spirits?

Zhong Yuanzhong, who only appeared in the building after school, also received a pile of chocolates that could not remember the name of the giver.He randomly took a piece to see that there was no inedible ingredient, but he didn't open it to try, but threw it back into the gift pile and planned to take it home - Rimbaud likes sweets, so this amount of chocolate is probably enough for her to eat for a long time.

She will not cook and make chocolates by herself like other mothers, but she can also follow the customary habit of going to the mall to buy a well-regulated piece of chocolate for her son to meet the occasion.

In fact, she doesn't need to bother to show off for her son at all. After the third grade of elementary school, the chocolates received by NO.14 every year in February are enough to open a chocolate dessert shop.But the chocolates that Rimbaud bought were delicious, and it became a family tradition that was kept every year.

The orange-haired boy squatted down at the desk with good expectations and poked at the computer. He didn't pay much attention to it for an hour.Waiting and waiting until the end of part-time work and still not waiting for chocolate from my mother... a bit strange?

He decided to go to Mr. Mori on the roof to see if Rimbaud had finally forgotten about the chocolate - he always felt that she would not forget, because the cheap stepfather would try every means to "help" her remember.

"Mr. Sen, I'm going home first...?" The boy knocked on the door and walked straight into the chief's office. It's not that he was unscrupulous and didn't understand the rules, but that the current situation was a bit strange.At the moment, there is no one at the door of the office with at least four guards on weekdays, and there is no sound in the unlocked room, which is somewhat worrying.

The geometric-patterned office was empty.Whether it's a small round table by the floor-to-ceiling windows, a sofa in the reception area, or behind a thick and spacious desk, you can't find the leader.

No guards, no locks, where is the leader?This is too strange.He hesitated for a moment, then stepped back cautiously.

After retreating to the door and standing still, I realized that there was no one on the top floor except him—there were not so many people stationed here usually.Most of the forces are arranged in front of the various guard points, and it is much deserted at this level, but this situation is definitely not normal now.

Zhong Ye walked into the corridor and found two guards until he reached the elevator: "Did you see where the leader went?"

"Mr. Zhongyuan!" The guard lowered his head: "The leader took Miss Alice out just now."

"So?" Why didn't you say it just now?He thought for a while, but couldn't figure out why, so he turned and went back downstairs.

After he walked away, one guard asked another guard in a low voice: "Is it appropriate not to tell Mr. Zhongyuan?"

His partner responded with a look - telling him it was even more inappropriate.

"What do you say? Did the leader take Miss Alice to the lobby to guard the chocolates?" The kind that didn't even intend to let go of his son's chocolates...

The two guards looked at each other and shut their mouths together, refusing to make any more noise.

It feels like I know a little too much.

Zhong also went downstairs and walked back, intending to take the pile of chocolates and go home to look for Rimbaud - if you don't understand, just ask, can you guess something?

He walked to the door of the office, and accidentally saw the four guards at the door of the leader's office appearing here, and they were a little downcast, as if they had been wronged.

I have to say that the appearance of this big man in black looks a little strange and disgusting no matter how you look at it.The most important thing is that they shouldn't be here either? ! !

This is the voice of Mr. Sen almost crying from the office: "Alice sauce! That's the last piece! Save some!" The next second he shouted even more miserable: "Alice sauce——!"

It's like what happened to someone.

The orange-haired boy expressionlessly pushed away the four guards blocking the doorway and kicked it, and the thick wooden door fell flat on the ground in response.The scene in the office can be seen at a glance, Mr. Mori can be seen picking up the chair and trying to hit Osamu Dazai with his bulging cheeks, but Alice is nowhere to be seen.

"Boss, what are you doing?" When Nakaya was staying in PortMafia, he would only call Mr. Mori BOSS together with Koyo Ozaki. After returning home, he would call him by his last name and honorifics. Don't even think about anything else. This is the last of the aborigines. stubborn!

But right now, he suddenly felt like wanting to hit someone.

——The wrapping paper on the table that has not yet been destroyed belongs to the chocolate Rimbaud used to buy. He has eaten it for several years, and he is quite familiar with it and can recognize it at a glance.

So... are you running around as the leader just to ambush and steal the Valentine's Day chocolates that your subordinate and cheap son received from his mother? !Am I reading this wrong? !Did you make a mistake? !

Only then did the two people in the office realize that their behavior was discovered by the person concerned. The stools they gathered slowly fell to the ground, and the chocolate stuffed into their mouths was also swallowed hard.The orange-haired boy glared at the two of them without hesitation—if you don't give an explanation today, don't blame me for not being sympathetic!

Mr. Zhong Yuan, who has been a bad boy for many years, now seems to be the protagonist halo, holding a petition to coerce the emperor to make the princes... I am sorry to play tricks.

That is to say, as long as he sues Professor Rimbaud, no matter whether he is a leader or a quasi-cadre, he will not be able to live a happy life.

When Mr. Mori thought about his wife's small pink fists, he felt pain in the joints of the bones. When Osamu Dazai thought about the professor's slender and slender fingers, he felt that there seemed to be nails growing on the stool.

The best solution to this situation right now is to find a way to get Nakahara to turn this matter over and not bring it up again.

Not very likely.

Because the orange-haired boy was already so angry that he revealed the red and black light unique to [Dirty]: "You..."

"Ah! We were just curious about how many chocolates you received. We thought we could see if any girls would confess to you and then...then..." Mr. Mori turned his face to look at Osamu Dazai, and stepped on the same floor as him A black-haired boy on a boat pinched his nose and continued: "Then Mr. Sen said... what did he say... yes! Mr. Sen said that he was afraid that there might be some unusable ingredients in the chocolate and would check it for you, so he opened it casually." A taste."

"I didn't expect the taste to be so good..." He kicked the ball back again, and Mr. Mori showed a loveless expression: "Then Alice-chan said that she wanted to eat it too, Dazai-kun rushed over and put Alice in his mouth The chocolate next to me was taken away!" By the way, he gave her a life form with supernatural powers.

Zhong Yuanzhong will also be angry with these two guys, but he won't care about Alice.Even though he knew that Alice and Mori Ogai were the same person, he calmed down a lot after learning that most of the chocolate went into the blond girl's belly.

I have already eaten, what else can I do.Was it the broken chocolate that he cared about?Go to the mall and buy as much as you want, okay? What he cares about is the attention he gets from his mother, and what he cares about is that he is still one of the family members she values ​​most.

Anyway, as long as she didn't forget to buy chocolates in person this year, as for eating - there must be a bigger pile of chocolates waiting at home.Do you think that Professor Rimbaud is not very popular?Huh, stupid!You must know that students are the main consumers of chocolate!

but!You can't just forgive the two guys who stole the chocolate, especially Dazai, the slippery mackerel.Zhong also put the untouched documents on the table in a box and threw them all on Dazai, expressing in a happy mood that he hoped that I would not mention this matter. The word processing work will be yours, don’t blame if you can’t finish it Brothers don't show affection~

Dazai, who was rarely retaliated by someone, lowered his head and rolled his eyes to look at the file box - isn't there still Masao Imai in the Black Lizard? In the future, all these jobs will belong to him, and he has the right to train newcomers!

Oh, I'm such a considerate and warm-hearted senior, don't thank me too much, I'll be shy~

Mr. Mori, who was exempted by the life form with supernatural powers and the halo of the elders, let out a sigh of relief: It is finally safe...

So he took the initiative to drive the two teenagers home from get off work, thinking that he must discuss the topic of chocolate and face with his wife at night.

Then, when they opened the entrance door, they saw that the living room was half flooded with all kinds of chocolates.Professor Rimbaud sat on the steps and continued to throw down the package while unpacking it. The black cat Adrian meowed, sniffed left and sniffed right, and looked eagerly at the packing bag.

"Ah? You're back? I received too many chocolates this year, it's really a headache."

She looked very melancholy at the living room where she couldn't get down. Not only did the students in Yokohama deliver chocolates in various fancy ways, but even the students in Tokyo who had brought them in the early years also sent a large number of packages. 90.00% are handmade chocolates made by female students, and the remaining [-]% are probably from boys with ingenuity...

Before Rimbaud could finish his sentence, someone rang the doorbell again. It could be heard that someone put down a box outside and left quickly on a small tram.

Zhong Ye had already seen through everything, and took the initiative to go out and move the box in: "This is probably the last box, right?" Even if it was late, those who delivered the courier would have to get off work.

She took the package floated by her son and opened it - inside was a box of exquisitely packaged imported chocolates.

"Do you eat it? If you don't eat it, you can take it to PortMafia as a gift. In previous years, I would just throw it to the Ability Secret Service Division and ask someone there to handle it. This year may not be suitable."

Rimbaud carefully looked at the foreign language label on the chocolate, opened the box and took out two pieces and threw them to Zhongye: "This taste is not bad, and it's mellower than the one I sent you."

The orange-haired boy floated together the chocolates in the living room to find a way to get in and out. Hearing what she said, he raised his head, took it, took it apart, tasted one, and nodded under the worried eyes of the other two: "It's better than you gave it to me." The kind of delicious food."

"That's right! That kind is also given to me every year. Here, there are a few pieces that are exactly the same..." She took out half a box from the pile of chocolates and handed it to her son, and turned to see the petrified Mr. Mori and Dazai He grabbed two more and stuffed them into his pockets: "Hurry up and eat them, it will be a disaster if they melt."

Mr. Sen: "..."

So why does the chocolate received by Madam alone be enough for PortMafia to consume?Suddenly there is a feeling of instability in the corner of the wall...

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