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

The question of meeting his father-in-law is enough headache for any man.Especially you don't know this father-in-law very well, and now he has cheated on other people's daughters, and there is no mother-in-law interceding... The situation is more serious.

Mr. Sen was a little nervous.

At the father-in-law's order, whether the wife is still my own, or whether my life is my own, these are all uncertain.He admitted that transferring the "Mori Society" to his wife's name in advance was a gamble, but as a man, he had to do it once in his life.If you win, your wife and children are hot on the kang, and if you lose, you don’t even need to pack your things and go back to your hometown.

The hands that didn't shake when signing the marriage ceremony, can't even tie the tie well today.

Rimbaud took out the lake green gradation long dress that he had bought and hadn't worn much, and changed it into a white fur shawl. The shiny wool reflected pearl-like luster under the light, which made people feel a little warm.

After waiting for a while, Mr. Sen was still struggling with how to tie a tie knot. She walked over and slapped his hand away to tie a Windsor knot: "It's slow."

Normally, the following is "Do you not want to go? If you don't want to go, don't go, I will go by myself." However, Professor Rimbaud never followed the routine: "Apologize yourself for being late, don't talk about me."

He froze for a moment, and only dared to smile when she walked in front and turned her back to him——Madam is really soft-hearted.

The door was closed and locked, and the two children waited at the port and never came back. Now only the two of them need to rush over.

There were still two hours before the time to reach the top of the building, and Mori Ogai accompanied her onto the small apron.The sea breeze was a bit strong in the high place, so he took off his coat and scarf and put them on for Rimbaud. She turned her head to look at her two sons, and put her old hat on Chuya's head. The scarf wanted to be given to Dazai but was He pushed back to surround her.

Master, does he care about breaking the hat?of course not!

The plane was expected to land in four hours, but in fact they received the takeoff and landing signal in less than an hour.Rimbaud asked everyone to stand aside to avoid him, and he personally pulled Dazai to prevent him from being blown down from the roof by the wind brought by the propeller.

The sound of the wings piercing the air came from far and near, and the Black Hawk pressed down from the top of the head like a dark cloud, and stopped firmly, waiting for the propeller to stop and rotate before opening the hatch.The deacon in a tuxedo jumped down and lowered the telescopic ladder to ask the master to move, and Baudelaire came out from the cabin.He was not as old as anyone imagined, and his short white hair appeared to have a wide forehead and a high hairline.He is hale and hearty, with big eyes and two deep nasolabial folds on his face, but he smiles very kindly.

"Jeanne, my little sweetheart, my little moon." He smiled and opened his arms to his daughter, and Rimbaud stepped forward to hug him, touching his cheek and nose very close, before taking a half step back: "This It’s Chuya, you’ve seen it before.” She pushed the orange-haired boy wearing her old hat to her, and Baudelaire laughed and raised his hand to pat him on the shoulder: “I know, I really like this kid Blue eyes, as bright as the North Star."

"Yes, Dad. I have another child I want you to meet, and he is a bit shy." She pulled Dazai out and pushed him to show Baudelaire.The old man looked the black-haired boy up and down in silence: "Honey, human nature is evil, and it's interesting to discover the beauty in evil."

Dazai was stunned, and then flinched back as if he had been poked into a soft shell.Standing behind him was Rimbaud, and she immediately changed the topic: "And this, Mori Ogai, I think you know, Dad?"

"Ah, I know this kid!" As a sage who is as famous as Natsume Soseki, he has no problem calling his son-in-law "boy".The history of the Paris Commune is much longer than that of PortMafia, and the status of the other party in the other world is also there, and Mr. Mori, the leader, is indeed a little inferior.

Baudelaire snorted twice, turned her head and ignored him: "Jeanne, it's time for you to rest."

"I'll take you to the hotel where you're staying. It's very close to the property of PortMafia, which is more convenient than at home." She let go of Dazai and walked forward to lead the way. Baudelaire turned around and told the deacon: "Clean up the gifts and give them to... ..." Rimbaud answered, "Give it to a man named Guangjin Liulang."

"Okay, do as Jeanne says."

After that, they communicated in French the whole time. Mr. Mori looked at Zhongya pitifully, and the orange-haired boy took half a step back and followed him to translate sentence by sentence.Dazai followed suit for a while at least, and could barely understand a few words, so he just made do with crowding Baudelaire to the hotel.

After entering the hotel, Baudelaire drove her daughter back to rest. She did look a little pale, and she said her goodbyes and left very naturally.Mr. Mori, who had asked for off-site assistance in advance, was not in a panic anymore. He didn't want to welcome his father-in-law anyway. He was thinking about what gesture he should use tomorrow to apologize and beg for mercy.

"Don't lie to Dad, [Flower of Evil] can hear all voices." She simply reminded her to go back to the bedroom to rest, and Zhong, who basically never lied, felt that this matter had nothing to do with him and went upstairs.The only two people in the family who didn't tell the truth looked at each other, Dazai put on a smirk: "Mr. Baudelaire is really approachable!"

Mr. Mori, who was looking at him, was equally friendly: "My father-in-law is a wise man worthy of admiration."

Early the next morning, the whole family, including the whole PortMafia, except for Rimbaud, got up at dawn to be busy and did not deserve the name of hard work.Even Dazai seemed normal, but this one was a bit abnormal.

Baudelaire came in a hurry.I had entered the country last night, and I just submitted the documents this morning. At this time, there were only bodyguards on the special plane arriving at Haneda Airport, just dealing with the media and administrative procedures indiscriminately.In order to support the adoptive daughter, he even took out the identity of the leader of the opposition party, and carried out "economic and trade exchanges between guilds" in the name of the summit of a certain International Transport Association. I was stunned for a while.

Can play or the old man can play.Not to mention that the Special Agents Section is speechless, even the political leaders of the consortium, including the leaders of other world organizations in Yokohama, are also confused - are you trying to study how to better smuggle?Or is PortMafia about to go ashore for good?

"That... Zhongya-kun?" Mr. Mori opened the study door and winked at the cheap son who was frying eggs in the kitchen, and Chuya poured the fried eggs into the plate and looked back at him suspiciously: "?"

"Is the madam still awake?" He didn't mean to force his wife, but the sun was almost rising above his head... Will the father-in-law be unhappy if he waited too long?If the wife is not in good health and needs to rest, then take a good rest, and he will go to ask his father-in-law for sin.

This is the misunderstanding caused by different cultural backgrounds. No matter how much Mr. Mori has stayed abroad, he still grew up under the local education, and he will always be more cautious about his elders.It's not that Rimbaud was careless, but... "What are you doing?" She yawned and walked down the stairs: "It's so noisy."

"Madam, do you want to sleep for a while?" He immediately let go of the door frame and stood up straight. Rimbaud shook his head with disheveled hair: "No, it's a little hot." She stretched her waist as she said, "Why do you wake up so early?"

Is it still...early?

Mr. Mori looked sideways out of the window, hey!The sun is so dazzling!

Professor Lan Bo blinked his head sideways facing him: "Father won't get up so early, you guys are too excited."

It can be predicted that all visitors this morning will be stuffed into their stomachs with a closed door.

"What should I do? Go after lunch." The head of the family gave the order, and Mr. Sen retreated into the study to call the teacher.Old Mr. Natsume certainly knew his old friend's lazy habit, so he couldn't bear it after mocking his disciple a few words: "Be good, this is the last time I will clean up the mess for you."

"Yeah." Mr. Sen was so obedient at this moment that he almost wagged his tail.

Sure enough, Baudelaire did not call Rimbaud to say that he wanted to see her until more than an hour after lunch ended, and he did not show up until another twenty or ten minutes after arriving at the hotel.

At the moment, the living room is full of our own people. The deacon ordered the servants to serve drinks and snacks. Rimbaud and the two teenagers had milk in front of them. Baudelaire ordered black tea. As for Mr. Sen... only boiled water was offered.

"You look better today, I'm really worried about you." He looked at his adoptive daughter's face carefully before he heaved a sigh of relief: "I was thinking along the way, so I'll take you and Chuya back to France. Go home, Dad will support you. Can you get used to the food here? It looks watery, neither tasty nor full!"

Nakahara Chuya, who is regarded as a large luggage and specialty product: "..."

Can't understand the duo: "?"

Rimbaud took a raspberry tart from the dessert plate, and pushed the rest in front of Baudelaire: "No, it's very good, I like to watch other people being busy and messy, and I have so much free time."

This is probably her unique bad taste.

"In this way, you always have your own ideas, just decide for yourself." After speaking, he glanced at Zhongye: "Don't translate what you just said to that guy!"

The upright BOY shut up quickly and obediently, and the old man was very satisfied with this.

The deacon came in from outside the hall and whispered in his ear to Baudelaire. After hearing this, he stood up and walked towards the hall: "Old friend, I'm still wondering when you will come to visit me." Natsume Soseki walked in with a cane, After shaking hands with him, he entered the living room: "If I don't come to visit, my disciple will probably be bullied by you and cry."

"Did I bully you?" The two big brothers focused their attention on Mr. Mori, and Mr. Mori could only show a cute smile and said nothing.

"Sly guy!" When the father-in-law didn't like his son-in-law, he shook his hand at him: "Go and stand outside for me, I don't want to see you right now."

Mr. Natsume's expression remained the same as if he hadn't heard anything, and Mr. Mori didn't complain at all. He stood up, saluted and went out to guard the door with Mr. Deacon, one on each side.

If it wasn't for the order of his father-in-law, he would have blown up the building today.

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