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

Mimic, an overseas wandering army, was wiped out by the Yokohama seaside. The first thing Mr. Mori did after securing the opening permit of the ability was to change the company registration of PortMafia.The clerk who handled this matter was frightened, and wished he could drag him to ask the leader if you are crazy...

"Keep your mouth shut, understand?" He raised his wrist and looked at his watch, stuffed the pen key into his pocket and left: "I have to hurry to buy fish, if you have anything to do, please contact Mr. Zhongye."

Mr. Mori, who is more and more like a hands-off shopkeeper, turned back to the treatment room and hurried home with the prepared medicine and the fish bought by his subordinates. The pregnant Professor Rimbaud obediently squatted at home and read a book with a pillow-it is said to be too scary Bloody games are not good for prenatal education, so she even uninstalled Xiao Xiao Le.

Killing so many cute little animals at once, isn't it scary enough and bloody enough!

"I'm back! Eat fish today! The fish-eating baby is smart, so I specifically asked how to get rid of the fishy smell." He put the fish into the sink, and put the medicine he brought back into the refrigerator, and explained to her with a sad face: "It's hormones." class of drugs, subcutaneous injections."

To put it simply, it is a birth-preserving drug—in fact, this drug has another effect, which is to artificially increase the level of progesterone in women to create the illusion of pregnancy and thus delay the menstrual cycle. Mr. Mori's desire to survive is also very strong.

The professor, who had been fooled by him, turned around and endured the discomfort caused by the intramuscular injection. □□ is an oily injection, which is much more painful than a watery injection. After receiving an injection, she shrank into a ball and refused to move.

Carefully and clumsily trying to protect a child that doesn't exist, Mr. Sen feels guilty.

I don't know if the treatment of the whole corpse still exists.

He walked into the kitchen and began to process the fish according to the instructions provided by his subordinates with trepidation. The parts that were not thick enough were cut off and handed over to Adrian for destruction.The cat seemed to have grown up and dared not approach her for the past few days. Occasionally, when it approached, it sniffed and sniffed away in awe.

——Even Mr. Mori himself believed in a trance that his wife seemed to be really pregnant, and he regained consciousness after turning around.No, the test paper will not lie, it is just his imagination and lies.

How sad.

"A little salt, a little pepper, a little mirin..."

How many meanings does a little bit come from?Three grams or five grams?

Sure enough, there is still a problem with the recipe?It's too imprecise, it seems that this subordinate can't do it either, so he can only continue to watch the gate.

Half an hour later, the fish pieces that had been tossed so that there was not much meat left finally went out of the pot. Mr. Mori’s hands shaking when he put the seasoning—I don’t know if there is more or less... Forget it, I will give it to Dazai-kun first. Will it poison people.

Throwing the clay pot on the fire and resigning himself to fate, he washed his hands and walked out of the kitchen to touch her forehead: "The body temperature is a little high, it's normal, there's nothing wrong with it."

How should I put it, she really believed it, otherwise she wouldn't have synchronized changes in her body subconsciously.

Mr. Mori felt his conscience that he didn't know where to go for a long time, um, it hurt a little.

"Is there any food you particularly want to eat? There is no need to deliberately avoid it at this time." Mr. Sen, who was harboring an ulterior secret, was wronged, and even spoke a little more weakly than usual-he was originally speaking at home. Very weak, this time is basically the same as when coaxing Alice sauce, took the book that Rimbaud put at hand and opened it: "Madam just lean on the cushion, I will read..."

"Black Tulip", a romantic love story between the jailer's daughter and the new noble youth revolves around a black tulip. It's in French, and I don't understand it.He glanced at the other books scattered on the side, all of which were written in French.Mr. Sen tried his best to recall that the masterpieces of German writers seemed to be philosophical... No, no, too serious, and it is not good for children's character development.

Wake up, Mr. Sen, where did the child come from?Don't fool yourself too!

He went into the study with the book between his hands and rummaged through it, and was overjoyed to find a copy of "Grimm's Fairy Tales", in German.I really didn’t expect Germans to record fairy tales. The traces of flipping through this book have a sense of time. It is probably the bedtime story Rimbaud read to Chuya when he was a child.He took down the book and took it out of the study room, and looked up to see her falling asleep on the sofa with a pillow in her arms.

Fall asleep when you say sleep?This reaction...was too realistic.

Putting down the fairy tale book and covering her with a thin quilt, Mr. Sen sat beside Professor Rimbaud and stared at her silently.Maybe he won't be able to see her even after a month, and he can't think of any way to keep her, so he can only count the time and endure it day by day, waiting for the judgment day to come.

Maybe there will be men who are eager to conquer her and resort to some violent means to try to restrain her. In theory, this is also an optimal solution.But... the rational optimal solution is often not applicable to the person in love. If you really want to do this, it is a predictable path to tragedy.

I really don't want to let you go and let you go to a place beyond my control.

One person slept in the dark, and one person stared intently. After about half an hour, a strange smell came from the kitchen.Mr. Sen jumped up as if he was scalded-fish soup!Throw it on the fire and forget it!

Turning on the ventilation system, with a dark complexion and even throwing away the black unknown object inside the earthen pot, he picked up the phone and asked Guangjin Liulang to deliver a pot of his stewed fish soup in half an hour—don’t worry about buying it from outside, who? Know what's in there?But if Guangjin stewed it by himself, he would throw this subordinate into the water and stew it if he dared to put something that shouldn't appear.

Mr. Guangjin who received the call from the leader: "..."

This leader is seriously ill!

"Understood, BOSS. But half an hour of fish soup is unsuccessful, please give me enough time." What can be done with such an incurable leader at the stall, PortMafia can only endure him.

Mr. Mori also probably understood that it is unrealistic to see the fish soup stewed by his subordinates in half an hour, so he generously gave him another four or ten minutes: "Let Chuya-kun bring it back."

The boy's loyal character is especially trustworthy, and it shines especially in these special times.For example, about bringing fish soup home, leaving it to Dazai is not at all reassuring.

An hour and a half later, Rimbaud rubbed his eyes and sat up from under the blanket. The porch door was also opened: "We are back. Mr. Hirotsu asked me to bring back a clay pot, which he handed over to me."

The orange-haired boy didn't even bother to change his shoes. He first carried the clay pot into the kitchen, then turned back to return the shoes, and took out cleaning tools from the stairwell to clean up the stepped areas.

Dazai jumped into the living room, hugged Adrian, and stared at Professor Rimbaud intently: "Will it be a boy or a girl? Sure enough, the younger sister is cuter, huh? "Grimm's Fairy Tales"?" He picked up Mr. Mori opened the book on the coffee table and curled his lips: "The Tale of Taketori Urashima Taro is not good? The White Crane Repaying Grace is also a children's book, right? The Grimm's Fairy Tales are simply a criminal record. Mr. Mori, you don't need to be so anxious Cultivate a new leader..."

Before he finished speaking, he received a slap on the head: "If you are lazy and don't want to learn German, just speak!"

"No, I haven't learned French yet..." The black-haired boy who fished for three days and posted on the net for two days has learned the language to a point where he can barely watch a movie.

Rimbaud put the pillow back and leaned back, picked up the Grimm's fairy tale and opened it: "It's okay, maybe you want to learn Italian? Italian girls are very nice, beautiful and enthusiastic."

"No, true love is not limited by language!" He did everything he could to play truant, the professor who didn't embarrass the cubs shrugged and hugged the fairy tale to himself: "Oh, I hope you don't cry when you meet true love Regret."

As he was speaking, Nakaya scooped up a ladle of fish soup and took Dazai to drink it down. After waiting for 10 minutes to see that he was still alive and kicking, Mr. Mori took the bowl again and stared at Rimbaud to eat. Seeing that she was satisfied after eating, he took away the empty bowl Let's go to wash - the failed product must be a recipe or a fish problem that caused the battle line to collapse. The leader will continue to work hard tomorrow!

After eating, Rimbaud yawned, took out his cell phone, walked into the study and turned on the computer: "Good evening, Dad."

Baudelaire appeared in the connection and was worried when she saw her daughter's state: "My little sweetheart, why do you look so haggard, they didn't take good care of you?"

"Huh?" Rimbaud raised his foot and stuffed the messy wires into a drawer and answered him absent-mindedly: "Haggard? It's nothing, I'm just pregnant."

The Ji Dao boss far away on the other side of the mainland was completely confused: "Pregnant? You? Ah... there is indeed a possibility... Wait! Why are you pregnant? What bastard did it, I let someone shoot him! "

"Father, I've been married for several years. Did you forget?" Miss Rimbaud looked blank, and Baudelaire suddenly realized: "Oh, I'm sorry, I really forgot about it. Wait, I'll let them prepare a plane to fly over to see, is there a landing pad near your house?"

"Only the helipad, it's too hard, so don't run around like this." She yawned delicately again, Baudelaire had already turned around to arrange the arrangement, looked back at her happily and said, "Don't worry, it's been done recently. If you come back to play with a Blackhawk, just resupply halfway, you don’t have to worry about it.”

After finishing talking, he cut off the connection excitedly, probably to let someone pack his luggage.

The adoptive father had to fly over thousands of miles from France to visit his daughter and unborn grandson, so he had to treat him well, both emotionally and rationally.Professor Lan Bo felt that this matter should be handed over to Mr. Sen. He opened the door of the study and went out to tell him the good news: "With Dad's mobility, he will appear on the top of your office in about 48 hours. Not always Are you all interested in him? I leave it to you to say hello, and you have to behave well!"

Mr. Sen: "..."

I don't think I'm going to get better, really.

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

Mori sensei

so poor

not to die

Won't die

farewell