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

"Yes, yes, father-in-law is right. I didn't do well in the past, and I neglected to take care of my wife because of my career. I will definitely correct my mistakes in the future."

Baudelaire hit him again: "No future! Divorce! I can give you the weapons of your small organization, and my daughter will return it to me!"

"Never leave."

"I can support you to unify the inner world of the entire Kanto region, stay away from my daughter!"

"Never leave."

"Five tons of gold!"

"Never leave."

Baudelaire was so tired from smashing the ashtray, he sat back on the sofa to regain his composure: "If you want me to continue to raise the price, I will only tell you, boy, if you insist on not getting a divorce, I will not do any of the above Here you are. Don’t take any of your routes to or through Europe, and I can guarantee that even a single ship will never go there.”

This is where the real negotiation begins.

Mr. Sen raised his head and looked directly at his father-in-law: "It doesn't matter. You can give up your interests, but your wife can't. Lost profits and markets can always be found in new places, but family members have no new sources. It’s a challenge.”

The old man laughed twice: "The tone is not small, let me be my little sweetheart."

Rimbaud got up and stood up like a machine that had been ordered to start, and the light golden subspace cube was suspended and rotated at her fingertips.

Natsume Soseki frowned: "Hey!"

"Attila is one of the members of the Paris Commune and has never quit the organization. As the leader, if I give her an order, let alone you, even the Japanese Prime Minister will not escape assassination. Think it over, nod and get divorced obediently, or die. "He leaned leisurely on the sofa, with a humanoid weapon standing beside him: "I count to ten, and I will die if I don't make a statement."

"One, two, three, four, ten!"

The subspace bombs roared, and Natsume Soseki had no time to react and pulled the disciple away.

What's up with you black people? !What about five six seven?All eaten by you?

Mr. Mori stood motionless on the spot, the airflow driven by the space cutting brushed against his face.A few strands of hair fell slowly, and the side of the face was a little wet and sore.

Well, it's just a face, he just thought at least a broken neck or something.

Natsume Soseki pulled his disciple away, looked at the cut in his face and glared at Baudelaire instead.

"Hmph!" Father-in-law rolled his eyes: "Forget how courageous you are, I will spare your life."

"Do you really think that a thin legal document can play a restrictive role? If one day Attila wants to go home, see who in your place can stop her!"

Who can stop the drunk boat without fighting with their lives?She never took things like borders seriously.

"Yes, I understand that Madam is soft-hearted, and it is already an exception and another exception for me. My ideal has been achieved in the first half of my life, and the remaining half of my life belongs to Madam." He took out a "will" from his pocket , a "Life Accident Insurance Policy", and a "Company Change Registration" to Baudelaire: "These three documents are in your custody, and you can make them effective at any time."

"I don't care about your things?" Baudelaire stuffed the three pieces of paper into Rimbaud's hands without looking at them: "They are yours now, let me know when you want to change your husband Prepare it for you in advance."

Mr. Sen: "..." I'm not dead yet!

The father-in-law beat up the son-in-law refreshed, and waved away: "Go, go, let me go, don't come here during the day tomorrow, I want to rest!"

I haven't reversed the jet lag yet, you all give me endlessly, what are you doing?

Rimbaud immediately called the deacon to come back to take care of his adoptive father. He and Mr. Mori accompanied Mr. Natsume to say goodbye to him, and took Chuya and Dazai home.

"Go see Mr. Natsume off. Let's take the car first." Miss Professor made clear arrangements for Mr. Mori, got in the car and left.

"Thank you, teacher." Mr. Mori bowed seriously. If it wasn't for the teacher's hard work, PortMafia might really have a new leader today.

Baudelaire's killing intent towards him was not fake.

"From now on, you can take care of yourself." Natsume Soseki was exhausted this afternoon, and he got out of the car and waved his hand: "When I get back, I will live seriously. My old buddy is right." He seemed to remember something , the tone became heavy: "If a man can't even take on the responsibilities of the family, how much heavy responsibility can he be expected to take?"

"The three-quarter plan has been formed, and I will retire from today. Go back and take good care of Attila and the night in Yokohama." The old man did not give his disciples a chance to say angry words, and left quietly with his cane. Go, only one corner of effort will disappear.

"Go." Mr. Sen got back into the car and ordered, and the driver quickly turned the car and headed in another direction.

Back home, Rimbaud had already gone upstairs to rest, Chuya and Dazai were comparing the presents they got and arguing by the way.

Yi Chuya's character would definitely not do such a boring thing, but when there is another Dazai next to him, everything is uncertain.

"You two, it's alright, go to bed!" I can't control my wife or you two little things?

Mr. Sen's villainous aura is in full swing at this moment, and no one dares to provoke him.The two teenagers lowered their heads and ran back to the bedroom. Standing in the living room, he picked up the scattered gifts and put them on the coffee table, so as not to disturb the people who went downstairs to drink water in the middle of the night—even if no one went downstairs to drink in the middle of the night. Water, it’s okay to be prepared, right?

When he was lying on the study floor with his pillow in his arms, he buried his head in the quilt and laughed secretly for half the night—could he not be happy, not to mention that his wife coaxed her back, and the influence of PortMafia can also be foreseen. It will rise a lot in the near future, with the support of my father-in-law...

What?You said being beaten?You don't even want your face and you're afraid of being beaten?It's not impossible to suffer another meal for such a good thing.

In the first half of the night, he was secretly so happy that he couldn't fall asleep, but in the second half of the night, he suddenly realized-why did his wife and father-in-law forgive him so easily?This is neither scientific nor logical.

Mr. Mori, who has returned to sanity, moves his brain faster than anyone else.

First of all, the "Dongchuang incident" incident is that Alice Sauce's previous loli form was recognized... Ahem, don't mention the old things; secondly, what expanded the situation was that he lied about his wife's pregnancy... ...There is no way to fake this. If the test results say no, it means no.

From the reaction of the father-in-law, it can be seen that the other party is more concerned about his "lying", that is to say, falsely claiming that "Alice is a daughter" and "lie that his wife is pregnant" are dangerous topics.So here comes the question, which of the two topics also caused problems with the wife, which made the father-in-law finally decide to let him go?

The sentence "Alice is a daughter" will not arouse the empathy of the wife - she has never given birth to a child, so there is no option for aborted cubs, so it can be concluded that the problem must lie in the sentence "lie that the wife is pregnant" ——Why did this sentence make the father-in-law back down?

The first possibility is that the madam is indeed pregnant-the test did not show this result; the second possibility is that the madam is sure that she cannot be pregnant.She still persisted after many physical symptoms appeared, and there is a high probability that there is a fact that she is infertile and the wife knows it herself.

...it's a bit of a sleepless night.

It's not that it is necessary to have a child, he has reached this age, children have long been ignored, and what Mr. Sen is thinking about now is-what happened to the wife to make her infertile?

Compared with her age, Madam's insight into world affairs and high degree of control over force are also very unreasonable, it really makes people feel distressed!

etc!Am I cheated by my wife again?The revenge came so fast... Forget it, as long as she is happy, at least she is willing to take revenge...

He was so happy for half the night and worried for half the night, and the next morning he got up early and went into the kitchen with dark circles under his eyes or something.This time, the recipe found by the subordinates was accurate to two decimal places, and finally got the approval of the leader.

Rimbaud didn't get up until three poles as usual, washed his hair with disheveled hair, and then sat at the dining table waiting for breakfast.

Chuya and Dazai had already gone out, she was the only one sitting at the dining table, and Adrian was chewing the second cat food at his master's feet.

"Okay, I've tasted it, it's okay." Mr. Mori put on a big plate with an apron on, and put a small plate in front of her, with the knife and fork on one side, which looked like a very traditional English breakfast .Why not French... emmmmm, do French people really get up so early for breakfast?

"Oh……"

She picked up the toast and gnawed it with her eyes closed. She seemed to find it amusing to poke the eggs whose yolks hadn't solidified yet.

This state is not very good, perhaps because the previous anemia state has not been improved.He didn't dare to just leave her at home like this, coaxed her to change her clothes, and took her into the office at the port.

You can only rest assured by seeing it with your own eyes.

While reading the document, a certain person complained in his heart whether he was too greasy or not, but after thinking about it, greasy is greasy, as long as he can stick to her.

The process is not important, the important thing is the result.

Professor Rimbaud was on vacation, almost curled up like he was about to hibernate. He looked cute, but people couldn't help worrying about her health.Mr. Mori, who came home often recently, didn't know if this was normal, so he could only sneak downstairs with his hands behind his back to ask his cheap son.

"Basically, playing games, reading books, sleeping... Attila is like this when she is resting, and she will wake up when she is hungry." Zhong didn't think there was anything unusual about his mother—it was just a little bit more lethargic than before, Just... three or four hours?

"But it's a bit strange that she hasn't smoked or touched alcohol recently," the boy added as if wanting to prove something: "She didn't touch these when I was young!"

Okay, okay, okay, yes yes yes, you are Professor Rimbaud's favorite cub, all right!

When he got the answer, he turned around and walked back to the office slowly with his hands behind his back. When he walked to the door, he suddenly thought of something. The doorkeepers A, B, C, and D saw the leader walking around in circles at a loss, as if he had won a hundred million in a lottery.

"It's not good! Call an ambulance! The leader has passed out!"

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

life's

Great sadness and great joy

Ups and downs

Unpredictable

thank you readers

Mori sensei

Post the two chapters together, so that you don't have to say that I'm stuck with good writing...I don't have to!

The three-dimensional Mr. Rimbaud seems to have left no legally recognized and clearly recorded heirs, and he didn't have a little princess plan at the beginning, but the little angels who read it left nearly a hundred messages hoping to arrange it, so let's arrange it.His name won't be Jasmine, does Mori Ogai deserve this rubbish?He is not worthy!