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

This is an inconspicuous ordinary cafe, and a couple sat facing each other by the window.There was a pet box next to the beautiful foreign wife, and the inside was dark and bright orange occasionally flashed, which attracted the aborigines of the coffee shop to come and sniff it through the cage.

The Xiahai salesperson who delivered it to her hand didn't masturbate for nothing. Rimbaud put the big pancake-faced British short on his lap and rubbed his head. The ears bounced back when they were limp. She had a great time.

"Madam? What do you want to drink?" Mr. Sen tried his best to compete with the salesperson for attention, and Rimbaud put down the cat in his hand and glanced at the menu—"Latte, vanilla flavor, and a Fernandes."

"Black coffee, all right." He pushed the order to the waiter, who smiled and bowed to leave.

"What does Madam do at home during the holidays?" The head of the social animal didn't understand how she could pass such a long time. Professor Lan Bo raised his head and recalled: "Watching TV...reading...playing games...sleeping... Video call with Dad... that's about it."

Anyway, don't even think about housework, she can only ensure that the house is cleaned up, and it would be too embarrassing to clean it up.

There are more and more game CDs in the audio-visual cabinet at home. Occasionally, Rimbaud and his two sons will be seen sitting together "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" playing games. Something is not quite right.

Just... he doesn't seem to have any overlapping hobbies with his wife?Even reading is a completely different field of study.And what kind of communication can you have while sitting there reading a book, he doesn't quite understand poetry...

Is this the legendary generation gap?

He was lost in thought, and it happened that the waiter served drinks and desserts. The rectangular Fei Nanxue was very flattering, and the sweetness was...a bit high.

"Like sweetness?" He pushed all of Fei Nanxue in front of her. Rimbaud picked up one and broke it in half. He also took a bite of half of the piece: "Well..."

"..." It's too sweet, middle-aged men can't accept it no matter whether it is considering the problem of weight gain or blood sugar.He put the rest on his plate, took a sip of the coffee, and then sincerely praised: "It's delicious."

"?" She turned her head and asked a cute question mark. She thoughtfully touched the pancake-faced cat in her hand and put down Fei Nanxue in her hand: "Although your tone is very sincere, your expression doesn't say that. Yes. Do you really like such sweet things?"

Mr. Sen squinted his eyes and smiled: "Why, too sweet is not good for teeth, I'm still a reliable doctor."

He didn't specify his preferences, only saying that sweets are bad for teeth.

That is the meaning of not liking, but the way of expression is euphemistic and implicit.

Rimbaud smiled, picked up Fei Nanxue on the plate and ate slowly, took another sip of latte before hugging the cat and turned to look at the sunset outside: "I like sweets very much."

The cat salesperson Jiao Didi gave a "meow~" to express her desire to eat canned food. This kind of business behavior attracted Adrian's attention.The black cat in the box gave a warning, and the salesperson flicked his tail with a magnanimous face.

If Adrian could talk, he would probably be pointing at the cat outside and yelling at Green Tea by now.

Animals like cats are usually not big-minded, and they are particularly prone to jealousy. Professor Lan Bo calmly put down the salesperson in his hand and raised his hand to the waiter: "This cat likes two cans most."

As he spoke, he opened the cage and let Adrian out. The black cat jumped up to the dining table and stood on it. He stretched his waist, sat upright dignifiedly, covered his paws with his tail, and condescendingly despised the big blue and white pancake face standing on the ground.

In terms of size, the two cats are not much different, but the other cat is obviously not good at moving its claws. After being slapped, it shrinks its ears and dare not make a sound.

The waiter smiled and took two cans and put them away.I’ve been eating curry-flavored (?) cat rice at home recently, and Adrian likes this new snack a little bit, and I like Rimbaud’s attitude that he can’t forget it no matter where he goes, and he doesn’t care how the wild cats outside munch on it. A satisfied grunt came from his throat.

Mr. Sen looked down at the black cat whose head was almost buried in the can, and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing: "It's terrible, it's about to become a monster."

"Pack it up and send it to school, don't delay this kid's college entrance examination."

Professor Rimbaud suddenly made a complaint, and the two humans holding coffee cups laughed together.

They didn't leave the coffee shop until the sunset completely sank below the horizon, and walked slowly back to the community along the flow of people.The empty house about 100 meters away from Rimbaud's house was finally rented out. The two people walking down the community trail saw the 123 staff coming and going like busy worker ants.

"New neighbors?" Neighbors in this community are relatively far apart, more than 100 meters away is considered "close" to Rimbaud's house.

"Probably!" Mr. Sen took the matter of investigating the background of the new neighbor to heart, and pushed open the gate of his garden with the pet box and walked in.Suddenly there was a dog barking in the distance, and a large piece of snow-white fur foolishly protruded from the bushes.

Adrian moved uneasily, the dog's head on the bushes tilted to the right in a daze, and the pink tongue breathed out.

"Strange guy."

Rimbaud walked behind Mr. Mori and took a look, and found that the new neighbors, even the dog and the furniture, were all white, and even the exterior of the house was white. Isn't he afraid of being snow blind?

"Okay, don't worry about this new neighbor, let's go first." She pushed Mr. Sen who was blocking the door with a sudden look of displeasure, and the latter looked back at her, and then weakly opened the fingerprint lock: "Okay... It's really hard for me..."

"Huh?" What are you doing?

"It's okay... what do you want to eat tonight? I'll call someone over to cook." Now, Mr. Sen dragged Rimbaud into the room, and closed the door of his house with a "bang".

The pet box was put on the ground and opened. Adrian walked out of it while sniffing, hid under the sofa for a while, and then got into the cat's nest again to form a ball.The messy bag of pet supplies has been cleaned up. Mr. Sen looked at the refrigerator and decisively called his two sons to bring a chef back after get off work.

Regarding the sudden appearance of a new neighbor, Rimbaud and Mr. Mori maintain completely different views.Except for the occasional sense of presence of the other party's dog, the professor doesn't care who is around the house at all, but the first gentleman behaves like Adrian whose site was invaded by other wild cats. He gritted his teeth aggrievedly for several days, confirming that his wife is indeed I can barely rest assured that I don't care about the neighbors at all.

As if she hasn't discovered anything yet?

"Ma'am~ I've been very busy at work recently. There are too many trivial things. I think... can you accompany me to and from get off work? You can also bring Adrian. Don't you feel bored at home alone?"

Mr. Mori, who had been off work on time for several days in a row, murmured around his wife with a slumped face, showing no sign of a leader.

Rimbaud wanted to tell him how much he enjoyed being alone, but seeing the look on the guy's face about to cry, she was more interested.

The long-haired woman slowly turned around in front of the mirror, and suddenly stretched out her hands to pinch the man's cheeks and pulled them to the sides. His purple eyes immediately became crystal clear and moist: "Ma'am?"

"If you cry better, maybe I will think about it,"

She was almost about to laugh, she let go and leaned back against the mirror, pinching her hair and lowering her eyes to blow dry the ends of her hair.Mr. Sen stepped forward to get closer to her, and raised his hand to support the mirror: "Theoretically, it is possible, but it mainly depends on Madam's wishes. The price can only be paid after the expectations are met, or there is a higher possibility that the expectations will be met. "

"That won't work." Professor Lan Bo said that he was so unreasonable: "Do you really have such a thing as credit?"

"I think this matter...you can still look forward to it." Mr. Mori raised his eyes and stared at the decorative pattern above the mirror as if thinking. The next moment he tricked Miss Lanbo who was waiting for the answer and pulled her up from the mirror and led her to the Bedside: "Maybe we can look forward in another way?"

"you sure?"

The professor showed a not-so-serious expression, "Why not?" Apparently, what Mr. Mori was thinking was even more not-so-serious.

The next morning, Professor Rimbaud got up lazily and almost dug out the "work clothes" from the closet to put them on. Thinking of the psychological problems of PortMafia, he reluctantly changed into a suit and appeared at the dining table.

"Are you going out today?"

Professor Lan Bo, who had changed into a light-colored women's suit, brushed her hair and walked past the dining table when she heard the eldest son ask a question in confusion. She dragged the chair and sat down: "Well, take Adrian to Mr. Sen's office today. Play."

"Oh." Zhong also immediately shut up, not wanting to know what's going on inside.

"I've always wanted to take the cat out, but it's a pity that it always ignores me." Dazai actively expressed that he could help carry the cat's box. Adrian didn't know what would happen, so he came over and circled the owner's calf foolishly.

Rimbaud got up to add a spoonful of cat food to it, and after sitting back, he couldn't help but say to him: "If you don't get some weird food to 'share' with it, I don't think Adrian will hate you anymore. "

"I hope." He shrugged and ate the fried egg, and took the cherry tomatoes out of the plate and hid them in the decorative vase beside him.

Mr. Mori's eyes, which appeared 5 minutes later, were a little swollen, like edema from drinking too much water. Professor Rimbaud smiled and said nothing.

She gave the cat to Dazai to fulfill his request, and sent Mr. Mori off to work first, then closed the door and took public transportation to the port by herself.

The five black buildings of PortMafia in the port are now almost becoming a tourist check-in place in Yokohama. As long as you don’t get too close, you can always see groups of tourists holding up their hands and snapping pictures, many of them All to come to participate in the "Pikachu Explosion" event a few days later.

No wonder Mr. Mori complains that he is very busy these days and has a lot of trivial matters... Is this really good?

Why do underworld organizations that actively maintain order in the city always sound a little weird?

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new neighbor

and his dog

Mr. Jeanson

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