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

The leader of PortMafia is guarding the door for others. This is definitely the most shocking news in Yokohama today.

Mr. Mori stood outside the door, he was quite honest at first, after a while he had nothing to do, he turned his eyes to the deacon next to him.The deacon is tall and thin. He is not fat in his middle age. He is wearing a tuxedo and white gloves. He is mature and steady, and his appearance beats 90.00% of the members of PortMafia.

Realizing that the eldest lady's spouse was quietly watching him, he lowered his head and lowered his eyes sideways to show respect, then turned back and continued to wait for his master's order.

Respect is only superficial respect. Before seeing the real strength, all respect is respect for Rimbaud.

The foyer is not a good place to chat and talk. Mr. Sen smiled gently and stood back.Baudelaire didn't let him stand at the door because he was full and had nothing to do to humiliate him.No visitor in the morning gets a chance, and more come in the afternoon.Facing Yokohama, a complex international port, who else knows it better than PortMafia?

Of course, this is also a "small stove" secretly prepared by the father-in-law for the son-in-law. No matter which guest comes back, if he wants to see Baudelaire today, he has to accept Mori Ogai's favor.Father-in-law is the same as his wife, fierce is fierce, but he is never stingy with his own people.

Half an hour later, he saw the first visitor—a congressman who had been with him before, and he probably came to scout the way for the party leader.The other party was obviously very surprised to see the leader of PortMafia here. Mr. Mori stepped forward with a smile and asked him to wait a moment. After a while, the deacon went back and led the congressman in.

Sure enough, the congressman nodded at Mr. Mori——this kind of favor means to write it down first.

Later, many pathfinders from the political and business parties came to ask questions. Mr. Sen was familiar with the road and greeted the guests to chat outside first, ensuring that Mr. Deacon could bring in a group of people every 10 minutes. People's positions are also opposed to each other... He did it on purpose.A unified position is easy to remember, but it is not convenient to talk about the starting price.

Most of the people who rushed to the door so early were begging people, and it didn't matter to them to maintain a proper high profile.

After the night fell, the deacon looked at Mr. Mori with a more substantive concept, and at least he was willing to chat with him in German once in a while—he doesn’t know Japanese, which is too regional.

Having a good relationship with the deacon does not appear to be self-deprecating at all—this deacon has considerable academic qualifications and abilities. Although he bears the name of a deacon, he is actually Baudelaire's assistant. You have to go through him.He is also very familiar with Professor Rimbaud when he was a boy: "There are so many suitors that can fill the Louvre, and some people specially spend money to reward themselves on the black market in order to meet the eldest lady. The event is unprecedented."

Mr. Mori: "..." I don't want to know about it at all, and I'm not happy at all, really.

Mr. Deacon looked at him in surprise: "Why are you unhappy? Doesn't this prove that you have good taste? Being able to defeat so many competitors, even I have to treat you differently."

Mr. Sen: "..."

To be honest, I really picked up a leak...

"I'm just too surprised, and I'm worried that I've treated Madam wronged in places I don't know, and I'm afraid that I'll let down her deep friendship." He turned and touched his stomach.

It just... kind of hurts, really.

It is a basic rule of social circles that the latest visitors carry the most weight, except of course family and friends.Today's last guest happened to be Taneda Shantou, the chief of the Supernatural Secret Service Section who brought his favorite student to test for the Ministry of the Interior.

The farming officer glared sideways at Mr. Mori. Mr. Mori puffed out his chest with a bewildered smile: "This is my old friend, the head of the farming section. I am afraid that my father-in-law has also dealt with him."

Of course the deacon had seen the farming chief, and slightly bowed behind him to let him in.Mr. Mori looked at Ango Sakaguchi who was following Taneda Santouka with a half-smile, hum, lucky young man.

His glance frightened Anwu into cold sweat, and he was even more at a loss when he followed the teacher into the drawing room.Why, Professor Rimbaud is sitting here?Why is Zhong Yuan sitting here?Why is Osamu Dazai sitting here?Wait, just now Mori Ogai said "father-in-law" in Japanese... Who is his father-in-law?

Or... who is his wife?

The chief farmer saluted and sat down, and looked at Rimbaud quite regretfully: "I saw that guy standing outside the door as a welcome guest, happily?" "Find him something to save trouble."

Nervous.

Ango Sakaguchi: "..." I don't know anything! ! ! !

"Hahahahahahahahahaha! Thank you!" The chief farmer smiled and bent forward, "Mr. Baudelaire, why did you come in such a hurry...?"

The old man opened his big hands and patted the adoptive daughter sitting beside him: "Of course it's to see my little daughter. What kind of supervision order of yours hasn't expired yet?"

Baudelaire personally raised this matter, and Chuya never lost control, and he had to "due" quickly before it was due.Geng Tian touched his bald head: "It's here, it's just administrative procedures, you know, it's always a little bit late."

"Oh, it's okay. I still have some patience." He smiled and took Rimbaud again: "In the future, I will wait for you to bring your children back to play in Paris, and your room is still reserved. By the way, You don’t seem to have a maid? This won’t work, I’ll send someone over later, and let the person outside handle the formalities.”

As he spoke, his father-in-law became angry: "How dare you tell lies to my daughter, if it wasn't for Jeanna saying that she didn't want to take over his inheritance!"

No matter how much he hates Mori Ogai, he is also a citizen of his own country. As a national public official, Tanedan Santouhi pinched his nose and couldn't help but take him seriously: "Mr. Mori is very flexible and smart. He must be speaking for the purpose of pleasing my wife." Some specious words, hahahahahahaha."

Besides, he was about to vomit, so he could only laugh and fold this section.After laughing, he turned back and pointed to Ango: "This is Attila's student, a nice young man, I brought him here for you to see."

After hearing this, Baudelaire sat upright and asked Ango a question in French.Poor Ango has been tested for a long time, and he answered questions in a satisfactory manner without any omissions.After hearing his answer, the old man happily hugged his daughter and praised her to the sky: "My little Rangna, it's great to see you can teach such outstanding students! You know, I've always been worried, You have never been to school, but how can people not receive education? Those who do not receive education are beasts, not humans. We are indeed wandering on the edge of the law, losing the legal basis, and moral persistence is particularly important.”

Fortunately, this paragraph was spoken in French, and Zhong Ye was smart enough not to translate it for Tan Tian Shantouhuo, so he didn't hear another big guy in the gray area talk about "we are indeed walking on the edge of the law".

What a joy, a joy.

Natsume Soseki, who spent the whole afternoon as an accompanying guest, can be said to have done his best. There are always politicians and businessmen who don’t know the rules and say some stupid things that make people laugh. deadlock.Baudelaire's temper is much better than when he was young, but it is not so good that anyone can tolerate it. If he is really angry, he may not dare to kill the visitor directly-especially when Rimbaud is sitting next to him. Now, who can stop her attack?

After Zhongtian Shantouhuo got up and left, the day came to an end. The old man sent the guests away, leaned on the back of the sofa and snorted: "Let that guy come in for me!"

The deacon invited Mr. Mori into the living room, Rimbaud looked at it, and the orange-haired boy pulled Dazai, who wanted to stay to watch the play, and went out. The deacon followed behind and invited them to watch the "grandfather" specially brought one's gift.

The door of the living room was closed, and only four people were left in the room.Mr. Mori obediently bowed his head and stood behind Natsume Soseki, while Miss Rimbaud sat beside Baudelaire, and the treatment was clear at a glance.

The room fell into an almost frozen silence, even the sound of breathing was inaudible.

A few minutes later, Baudelaire suddenly jumped up, picked up the lamp on the coffee table and threw it on Mori Ogai: "How dare you fucking lie to my daughter?"

Natsume Soseki coughed, sighed and cast a sideways glance at his disciples: "Blame me for being incompetent in teaching disciples."

"I didn't talk to you!" He sat back and pointed at Mr. Sen with a serious tone: "Divorce. Attila, I will take it back. Those two boys can stay where they want."

Mr. Mori walked in front of Natsume Soseki to stop the roar from his father-in-law for the teacher: "It's my fault, please give me a chance."

This time it was a crystal ashtray that hit him: "My daughter, there is no more beautiful rose than her in the gardens of Paris, the dream goddess of countless people. Is this how you take care of it? Haven't been with the family for several years Like you? What can a man who can’t even manage a family seriously do! How dare you lie to her?”

Every time the father-in-law said something, he would hit his son-in-law with an ashtray, wishing he could slap him to death like a cockroach.

In fact, Mr. Cuo Sen in front of him admitted it, and the lying... also admitted it.But the father-in-law is so serious, it’s a bit of a thing, which man hasn’t told a few lies to his wife, big enough to clink glasses with a former female classmate, small enough to hide some private money... It’s really not good to lie, The key point is that we have to look at the future, right... He is full of fallacies and dare not speak out, for fear that if he speaks out, he will really be "laid off" early today.

Fortunately, his expression management ability has reached the "girl group level", so his father-in-law didn't see anything wrong.

Baudelaire closed the door and scolded his son-in-law for being rude, and if he scolded hurriedly, he was just an ashtray.If it wasn't for his old friend Natsume Soseki who was sitting by and watching, maybe it wasn't just lamps and ashtrays that were thrown over.

He lowered his head, more honest than ever.

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