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

The role of the subconscious mind is very scary. Many animals will have the physiological phenomenon of "false pregnancy" under the influence of the subconscious mind. Cats and dogs are all possible, and humans are no exception.

Could it be that she first had expectations about "pregnancy", and then she was psychologically convinced of the reality of this matter under the influence of drugs, and her psychology in turn acted on her physiology to strengthen her body's response, and a series of chain cycles continued to connect her. I can no longer tell the difference between reality and illusion...

Human beings know less than one percent of themselves, especially in the spiritual realm.Numerous experiments can prove from different aspects that "good people are crazy when they say they are crazy" is entirely possible.Of course, there is a huge gap between thinking that she is really pregnant and having her mental defenses collapsed, but when she finds out that the child really does not exist...it is hard to say.

Most people with supernatural abilities have varying degrees of psychological distortion, and most of their daily behaviors are not very normal. The probability of problems is naturally higher than that of ordinary people.

Thinking of this, he slowly moved to Rimbaud from the opposite side: "That's good, just tell me if you need anything. Is there really no problem with tomorrow's reception? You can rest in the hotel room after seeing your father. Being with you won't make you feel bored."

But Rimbaud felt that he was in a good state: "I won't feel sleepy when I have something to do. I have slept too much these days."

You still know!

Forget it, the menstrual period will return to normal at most half a month after the progesterone is stopped, and then it will only be regarded as a spontaneous abortion, and there is no need to tangle with her for a while.

He even subconsciously lowered his voice a lot, with soft coaxing: "Well, you can go if you want, and rest immediately if you feel unwell, I will always be here."

"Understood, I'll go and see Zhongye." She didn't want to stay in the chief's office for too long, as the people who would come and go to deliver reports made her inexplicably upset, so she might as well go to her son's place to find a quiet place.

It wasn't until she walked out that Mr. Sen sighed and grimaced—Schrödinger's little princess, if only it was true.

……

From a temporary worker to a part-time regular worker to a full-time worker, and then to become a cadre with years of accumulation, Zhong has long been used to the working status of PortMafia.Today in Yokohama, big and small thorns are almost shaved, and no one else dares to provoke the overlord of the port. Usually, ordinary members patrol the streets, and the cadres show their presence every now and then. The days are quite leisurely.

This kind of leisure can't last for too long. With the visit of "grandfather" Baudelaire, the mysterious halo on this organization will only increase, and it is foreseeable that future troubles will also increase and headaches will follow.

He put the documents into a stack and put them neatly. The door rang twice, and the young man who was thinking about what to do next responded. Rimbaud opened the door and walked in: "Are you done?"

From the beginning to the end, he failed to learn from his mother how to skip work and catch fish with peace of mind. He put down the things in his hands and stood up: "There is nothing wrong now. Are you awake?"

"Well, I slept lazily, come down and turn around." He pulled out the chair, and Rimbaud naturally sat down: "I... seem to have a cub, how should I put it, it's weird."

We have lived together for several years, and I have never seen her with such a confused expression: "Very well, you don't have to worry that I can't accept it. I'm already this old, look, I will be independent soon, and I have to go to Tokyo to go to school and go to school again." Working in the port, getting busier, having fewer people at home, having a child won't make you too lonely. And you're still young, you should have a child of your own, they say women have to be like this... ..."

"I don't care what other women are like, I don't need to be like others." She cut off her son's thoughts: "I said it a long time ago, there will only be one child of you, and I will only love you as a child. If Adding new members, as a mother, my attention will inevitably be diverted to younger children, which is not fair to you. I don't have to have a child of the same blood, if it is said to bring it to The price of this world is that the current family is no longer stable...then it is not impossible to give up."

"You and I are not inherited by blood, but in the soul. It doesn't matter whether the body is mutilated or not, the integrity of the soul is necessary."

She raised her hand to beckon, and he bent down and put his head under her palm to caress: "I will like this new member just like you treat me."

"Maybe I'm human, maybe I'm not, who knows, but I aspire to live like one. I haven't thanked you yet for giving me a home for so many years and making it more and more complete."

First he had a mother, then a father, then a nasty brother, and now a new cub.As far as the age difference is concerned, even if he regards this child as his own, there is no problem.

——Mr. Zhongyuan, who was only 19 years old in half a year, was shocked to find that he had become a winner in life.

Rimbaud couldn't help but paused for rubbing his son's dog's head: "Is there something wrong?"

"Huh? What's wrong?" The honest child who had brainwashed himself squatted down and stared at her stomach, his expression was similar to that of Adrian.Professor Rimbaud, who went through it all over again, already found something wrong: "If you want to raise a cub, go find me a girlfriend and come back to give birth to yourself!"

"Trouble!" He is really not good at coaxing girls, all of them look so soft that they will be broken if they are poked, and they don't know how to get along with each other, so they can only stay away from them.

As for the opposite sex encountered in the workplace, most of them either seem to have ulterior motives or are sure to have ulterior motives, let alone have nothing to say.

Right now, Rimbaud, whose temper comes up as soon as he says it, glared at his unfilial son: "Why don't you find it troublesome to eat?"

Straightforward BOY argues: "If you don't eat, you will be hungry!"

Professor Rimbaud could only resort to the big trick he saw on TV: "I don't care, if you can't find a girlfriend, don't come back!"

It's a pity that Mr. Zhong Yuan has mastered the core competitiveness: "If I don't go back, no one will cook for you!"

Rimbaud: "..." Poor words

Chuya: "..." Victory^_^Y

The giant ship of family affection ran aground for 5 minutes and then set sail again.

The literary atmosphere with a little melancholy in the original sadness suddenly flew out of the sky, the professor couldn't hold back the "poof" and laughed: "It's up to you, as long as you live happily, it's fine. In the future, we will go to Tie back the girl you like, don't worry."

Hearing what you said, I don't know why, but I can't feel relieved at all!

"Forget it, let's put this topic aside for now. Tomorrow night, there will be a reception at my father's side. You should prepare." She chose to change the topic quickly, and Chuya really put the content of the discussion behind her: "Reception? Shall I go? Will it cause trouble for you, what if I get into trouble?"

"Come on, how much trouble can you cause? It's not about pulling down other people's office buildings and throwing them out to smash protected animals. Just break in, and I'll see what kind of trouble you can cause me." She didn't care at all, and waved her hand: "No need Too nervous, young people like you just go to a wine party to eat and see the world, and now you are used to this kind of formation, and you will not be frightened when it is time for you to become pillars in the future."

"Okay, get busy, I'll go find Dazai." The wooden door was knocked again, it should be a new job, she didn't take up too much time, got up and left after speaking.

Another scene in Dazai's office.

First of all, it was chaos. The black-haired girl she had seen was diligently cleaning up the mess for the owner of the office, and the A4 papers that were flying everywhere when the stapler was up and down were restored to order.

"Dazai?" She saw two long legs protruding from under the desk, the younger son's bewildering behavior was too much, and now this kind of scene is not surprising enough.

The long legs moved, and the black-haired boy slowly crawled out from under the desk: "What's the matter?"

"What are you doing?" She sat down and kept eye level with him, Dazai rubbed his eyes with a disappointed expression: "I thought there was a door leading to another world under the desk, but there isn't!"

The tone is full of grief and indignation, which means being cheated and ruined.

"Could it be that one world is not enough for you to harm!" She sat on the floor in amazement and bent sideways to look into the gap between the desk and the floor, and it was pitch black inside.

"Okay, that's enough for the exploration of the different world, let's talk about it next time." She propped herself up on the floor and got up, Dazai almost jumped up to avoid it, as if touching her too much would break it.

Rimbaud picked him up with his backhand to measure the weight: "You seem to be fat?"

As far as the weight is concerned, it is true, Dazai gave up struggling as if he was being pinched by the neck of fate: "Huh?"

She weighed it up and down, and she was very sure: "You have finally gained weight!" Her tone was quite gratifying.

Don't you use the tone of "the piggy has finally grown fat" to describe me, okay!

"Let me down! Can you be a little conscious of a pregnant woman?"

The pause button popped up, and he wriggled to regain his freedom. Rimbaud complied with his request and let go of his son: "What kind of self-awareness do you want? I'm not suffering from a serious illness."

"but……"

hateful!Why is there no complaint here!It's fine if Ango is away, but what about Imai!

Imai Masao went to other people's casino for an "internship" with Mr. Hirotsu, and escaped unharmed.

"Okay, I'm just here to tell you about the dinner party tomorrow night, and Dad told you to go to play. Don't let me miss you when I go out." She tried not to be so eccentric, but in fact she was very eccentric, Dazai pouted: "I know, I know!"

He said it was to play, but in fact it was just to play. At most, the food was delicious, and other content had little to do with him.He wasn't interested in dinner parties, but the comfort of being accepted as a "family member," the little fur-headed black monster grinning secretly.

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Mori sensei

already lame

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