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

"I'm a tool man, I'm me! Ma'am, don't be angry!" Mr. Sen put his head in his hands to admit defeat, and Bai Shengsheng's fist stopped in front of the tip of his nose. She opened her palm and gently touched his face along the end of his eyes: "The divorce agreement is waiting for you next time, understand?"

His whole body was touched by his wife's little hand, and he immediately raised his head to express his dissent when he heard her say that: "I heard with my own ears that my wife promised Natsume-sensei that 'only widows, no divorces'?"

Hehe, at this time you thought of moving your parents out?Does Mr. Natsume know that your disciple is always in the trash can?Is it because I have no one to back me up?

Rimbaud pinched his face with his backhand and pulled it to both sides: "It's not that I can't achieve the goal of divorce through widowhood, what do you think?"

The old man immediately raised his hand and hugged her even tighter: "I'd rather be the only 'ex-husband'. No, there seems to be Mr. Zhongyuan in front... the fabricated father for Mr. Zhongye?"

"Yeah, that's why you can't even keep up with 'my first husband'." The professor broke away from his entanglement and leaned over to pick up the pillows and quilts on the floor and throw them on the bed: "The study belongs to you, or to me. .”

"Ma'am! I really know I was wrong!! Really, huh!!!"

"Ha ha."

The next day, the PortMafia building.

Guard A, B, C, D: "Morning boss!"

Um……?

The lights in the corridor are a bit dim, am I dazzled, and the leader's face seems to be blue?Walking also seems to be slower than usual.

Guard B is closer to the ventilation window than Guard A, the light is better, and the person is a little more stupid. He blurted out: "Boss, what's wrong with your face? Have you been attacked? Do you need a doctor!"

When he shouted, the rest of the guards, Jia Bing Ding, turned around and stared at the leader who had appeared on the top floor earlier with burning eyes, as if rolling up their sleeves to vent their anger on the boss.

Standing outside his office, Mr. Sen took a deep breath: "... I accidentally slipped and fell yesterday."

One look and you can tell that it's a single dog who doesn't understand the tastes of married people. What kind of doctor is a doctor? I'm a doctor!You have good eyesight, don't you? !Can't keep your mouth shut?

First of all, the gentleman's eyes became more and more unfriendly, and then the guard B realized that he seemed to have caused a disaster, and he was sweating and at a loss.

The strange scene of the leader and the four guards staring at each other outside the office was quickly broken by the sound of footsteps, sending the increasingly clingy Dazai to his own office, Rimbaud wandered around and planned to Find a place to be lazy—the destination, of course, is the top floor where no one is easily disturbed.

"Ahem, go to Mr. Hongye to 'study' again." Mr. Mori, who maintained the same style of painting as his subordinates today and wore sunglasses in the building, raised his chin. Guard A pushed Guard B to stand aside, leaving C and D Pushing open the door of the office and watching the leader wait until the two of his wife walked in together.

"Let's go, I'll take you to Hongye's cadre." Guard A patted Guard B's shoulder with heavy eyes, this heavyness was blocked by sunglasses, and no one could see it.

The two colleagues left together. Guard C and Guard D looked at each other and turned their faces away.

In the office, Mr. Sen was sitting on the sofa in a serious manner and refused to move. It was rare for Alice to help him move the documents from the desk to the coffee table like a normal supernatural being, and she even poured it on her supernatural being. glass of water.

After a while, the PortMafia who submitted the report came and went, and everyone looked at the sunglasses on Mr. Mori's face and hesitated to speak, but they were finally defeated by the strong desire to survive, and no one dared to make a sound.

The atmosphere in the chief's office was very depressing throughout the morning. The cadres had exerted their acting skills all their lives to keep their expressions from smiling. As for the others... they basically followed the order of "entering the door - dazed - bowing their heads - trembling".

There is no way, on the face of the leader...not to mention the eyes covered by the sunglasses, the cheeks next to the corner of the mouth are piled up one by one, either blue or purple, according to "slide to", this must be 360 Did Thomas land on his face with a full spin?

All day long, Mr. Mori insisted on refusing to lift the visor up, just like he refused to take off his sunglasses.

Professor Rimbaud, who didn't have a sofa to lie on, wrapped a black coat around his body, and ran to the treatment room to find a place to catch up on sleep.Yesterday I beat my son and my husband, and I woke up from the cold in the middle of the night after sleeping and forgot to close the window. I was not energetic all morning.Around noon, she was woken up by a furtive sound. When she sat up from the hospital bed, she saw A-Dun sitting on the stool next to her bed, restless.

"Professor...Mr. Dazai..." The still skinny and malnourished young boy had a sad expression on his face: "Mr. Dazai, did he, did he provoke girls again and finally capsized?" He was so distressed that he didn't know what to do , I didn't expect to meet the professor who has been thinking about it here, squatting next to him and don't want to move.

There are a lot of elements in this sentence. Professor Lan Bo reacted for a while before grasping the key point: "Does Dazai always get beaten by girls?"

"Ah...not really." A-Dun was an honest boy, and answered whatever he asked: "Threat letters, poisonous food, bombs, etc., there are often..."

"Is that so...why do you ask this?" She leaned on the pillow and stretched her arms, Aden's limp tiger was not well: "Mr. Dazai is injured!"

"Although nothing abnormal can be seen, but, he actually stayed in the office and didn't go anywhere! He still smells like wound medicine!"

"It must be because I'm too useless and can't do anything to help Mr. Dazai. I don't even know that he is injured..." The little tiger is getting more and more frustrated, not at all as upright as a feline animal is. Strong appearance.

Professor Rimbaud: "..."

Before I knew it, there seemed to be something wrong with my son's education... What was it?I can't figure it out...but I feel that something is not right...After thinking about it, it is really Mr. Mori's fault!

Yes, it is like that!

The old mother who beat her son so hard that he couldn't get up forced a cough: "It's none of other people's business this time, I beat him up."

A-Dun immediately shut up, and looked at her with an expression that was so shocked that she couldn't believe it——Professor, have you really decided to kill your relatives?In case Professor Rimbaud really wants to kill Mr. Dazai...

—Which side should I help?

"What are you thinking about, brat." She threw off the quilt, threw off the black coat and put it on herself, and walked out: "Have you eaten yet? Go eat if you haven't eaten, and run errands for me by the way!"

As long as no one is watching, Dazai dares to live his life like a magical creature, and he can perform any fairy operation that does not eat or sleep.Mingming Chao wants to be lazy and fish, but insists on self-torturing and embarrassing himself in the building. Rimbaud suspects that Mr. Sen is not as concerned about the development of PortMafia as he is.

The black-haired boy who led the leader of the guerrillas was lying on the sofa, clamoring for iced coffee without caffeine.Rimbaud kicked in the door carrying the fish steak and rice that he sent A Dun to buy, and he piled up the information on the table without even looking at it. Slamming his head into the fish steak rice.

"Eat, I'll take you back to take a nap after eating!" She took out the chopsticks from the plastic bag and threw them to him. The son caught the dart-like chopsticks, broke them apart and picked up the fish steaks and complained: "What...other people's Mom will make a hearty lunch..."

Professor Rimbaud knocked on the table: "Other people's sons are not as good at making trouble as you are."

Looking at each other, Dazai obediently picked up the chopsticks and lowered his head.

She leaned against the table and reached out to flick through the pile of documents that had been turned into waste paper, narrowed her eyes, and moved her fingers to stuff one of the pages deeper.Rubbing his short black hair with slightly cool hands, the teenager grunted like a domestic cat, biting the fish fillet, glanced at her, and then turned back to concentrate on eating.

There was a knock on the office door, Dazai said "Hmm", and a girl covered in black squeezed in through the crack of the door.He has hair of different lengths, and is as thin as A-Dun, with only a pair of big eyes left on his face.She walked in with her head bowed in silence, without saying a word, she began to tidy up the room that had been ruined by someone.

In a certain way, Dazai is really exactly the same as Rimbaud, just as frivolous and not good at housework, without anyone to take care of him, he really dares to live a life that he can't bear to look at.

She gave way to the side, and the black-haired girl moved the pile of materials she had messed up and sorted them out, and it didn't take long for them to be neatly arranged into several piles.Looking around, there was nothing useful, the girl bowed silently and then retreated.The professor picked up the materials that had become well-organized, looked at them and put them down, and looked at the younger son who was wiping his mouth with a strange tone of "I'm actually a grandma": "Dazai, you are already full-fledged?"

Mr. Dazai, who has just turned eighteen and is not legally an adult, almost choked on the rice particles in his mouth with a "poof": "..."

There were times when I was speechless?

Professor Lan Bo, who was leaning against the desk, put the documents back: "That... is the girl you picked up from the slums?"

Dazai, who finally recovered his voice, pushed away the bento box and propped his chin with one hand and smiled: "Yes, the poor, helpless little girl was thrown alone by her brother in the dangerous wilderness, if she doesn't pick it up, she will die. .”

She shrugged her shoulders: "Come on, elder brother doesn't mean reliable."

Thoughtful of her exclamation, the teenager clumsily stuffed the bento box into a plastic bag, and threw "biu" on the ground casually: "It really fits on the slug's head, oh!"

Rimbaud, who patted him on the head, raised his finger and poked it again: "I'll go and see if Chuya has finished his lunch, and wait here until I come back." Opened the door and walked out—like, more of a Mafia than anyone else.

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Mori sensei

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感谢在2020-03-1013:00:55~2020-03-1110:30:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: God Gu Wenhuang, 1 cheese potato cake;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles of Qimeng;

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