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

When the leader of an opposition party in a certain European country visits, it is impossible to hide in a hotel every day without seeing people.As a veteran Mafia leader who has always been accustomed to taking the initiative in his own hands, Baudelaire kindly gave the visitors and the people behind them two days to collect intelligence and weigh the gains and losses, and announced on the third day that they would go to the port somewhere The mansion holds a reception.

In addition to the professional team that landed with the special plane, there is also a port company named "Sen Club" responsible for the layout and security of the venue...

In this regard, the majority of successful people in the political and business circles have always believed that:

Emmmmm, Mori Ogai is an old dog who really knows how to sneak in, don't be shy about soliciting foreign aid everywhere, and he was even dragged by him!

However, everyone's hunting range is different, and elites from all walks of life are not afraid to appear on the same map with this man who is known as a treacherous and cunning man.

That's right, Mr. Mori's style of painting today... seems to be a bit problematic.

As the leader of PortMafia and the "chairman" of the Mori Club, it is not that he has not attended similar social occasions.Everyone's impression of him is that he is either leading a little girl to deceive himself, or leading the intelligence officer Ozaki Koyo, in short, he is willing to pretend.I didn't expect this guy to be so shameless today, he ran over with the invitation letter by himself, and the whole reception was surrounded by a beautiful lady to show his courtesies, the level of extra dog is simply outrageous.

This beautiful lady is the adopted daughter of Mr. Baudelaire, a lady from a famous family in Paris. She is so beautiful that she is indeed worth pursuing.Even if she doesn't look at her face, she only cares about the interests of the representatives behind her, this Miss Rimbaud is enough to make people's hearts move, which makes many young men who marry early sigh in their hearts.Not to mention that she is already beautiful and elegant, so it is a good choice to just put it at home to admire or improve her genes.

Damn, cheap this social garbage surnamed Sen.

It's embarrassing, after all, no one dared to rob the leader of PortMafia for a woman, so he could only curse a few flowers in his heart and be targeted by the dog.

Mr. Sen has a guilty conscience at the moment, that is, a guilty conscience, especially a guilty conscience.Especially after seeing Rimbaud choose a black chest-length floor-length dress from a row of dresses to cover the flat shoes under his feet, he felt even more guilty.This skirt is a very conservative style among evening dresses, and the material is relatively common. The only advantage is that the high-waist design does not require a petticoat inside, and it will not squeeze the wearer's abdomen, let alone bring physical burden.

A person with a slightly flawed body proportion would be ridiculed by the crowd for wearing this mediocre skirt, not to mention that she is still wearing flat shoes-the kind of completely flat soles that are almost the same as flip-flops.

The only advantage is that it is not easy to fall down, and by the way, it will not make Mr. Sen too tall or something.

The stylist cried bitterly and hated him so much that he almost bumped his head against the pillar to apologize.

She would rather be ridiculed for being old-fashioned, she would rather let her beauty be dusted, and give up the much-anticipated appearance... just to protect a child who does not exist.Key point: The little princess who got out of loan by him.

Can you not feel guilty!

"Don't eat too much sweets... That's too cold... Raw food will have bacteria and unclean... Carbonic acid..." Mr. Mori tidyed up the skirt for Professor Rimbaud every 5 minutes, and made sure that she would not be affected by the skirt. She stumbled and tripped for too long, and carefully coaxed her to eat less food that was absolutely unhealthy in the doctor's eyes--do her best to play the role of a silly father who is a new father, and it is best to play until the day the truth is revealed. Mercilessly, he spared his life and continued to coax his wife who could not accept the reality at that time.

Alas... it's so hard for me.Telling a lie requires countless lies to cover up, and if you are not careful, you will capsize. It is really too difficult.

At this moment, he finally understood what it meant to be self-inflicted.

Others are full of vigor and high spirits, and he is here to be an old lady.But thinking about the most precious pearl in the audience standing next to him, and seeing the expressions of other men gnashing their teeth with jealousy and hatred, Mr. Mori still has enough room to secretly turn to all angles and bully those who have no chance to play with his eyes behind Rimbaud's back. Lost dog.

Lost Dogs: We may not be human, but you are a real dog.

Rimbaud was overwhelmed by his thoughts, and Dazai didn't know where to go to find fun when he entered the venue, so he finally drove Chuya away and let him play, this guy continued to cling to things.I knew in my heart that what he said was right, but my body just didn't want to follow suit, maybe it was the rebellious period coming again, anyway, seeing Mr. Sen right now, I wanted to fight against him.

If faced with Alice, no matter how the psychic lifeform works, there will be no health problems, but Rimbaud is a normal person...Of course, in the eyes of Mr. Sen, the spirit may not be so normal now, but the body is at least normal. Then you can't do whatever you want with her.

"That..." He tried to speak weakly again, but Rimbaud stepped back half a step and stepped on his shoe to express his anger.

——Fortunately, Madam wore flat shoes today, otherwise he would probably have to go to the orthopedic hospital.

"Really, really! Don't eat indiscriminately, it will be bad for the baby."

In desperation, he could only coerce the emperor to order the princes, Professor Rimbaud really behaved: "Go away, I hate it!"

Mr. Mori, who had a different understanding of the word "good", smiled and took half a step back, still staying within her one-meter-diameter circle: "Okay, I'll go away, have some hot milk?"

"..." She gave him a dead fish eye: drinking hot milk at the reception, is there a problem with you or me!

With a smile, he bent down and held the scarf to smooth the corners of her skirt. After standing up, his purple eyes were full of indulgence: "I can drink hot milk with you." I promise that you will not be regarded as a different kind alone.

If the father-in-law is unhappy, let him be unhappy, as long as the wife is happy, I am not living with my father-in-law!He turned his head to find a familiar waiter and gave some instructions. The guard C who had been standing outside the chief's office all year round bowed and stepped back. After a while, he really brought over two cups of hot milk.

"Hmph!" Is Miss Rimbaud afraid of being regarded as a different kind?of course not.

She picked up the milk and warmed it in her hands for a while, drank it all in one gulp, and even hiccupped. A lady from a certain family passing by covered her mouth and avoided it.Mr. Mori turned a blind eye to the milk and slowly drank the milk with a smile on his face, not paying any attention to the way other people looked at the magical creature.

You are still ruthless, Mori Ogai.

There was nothing particularly hot about this reception, which used part of PortMafia's combat power and under strict security. The bosses exchanged glances and emotions, chatted about the weather, the scenery, the news, and gossip. By the way, they talked about the host's daughter. Different interests appeal to find a suitable circle to gather together.

Four hours later, the reception came to a successful conclusion. Of course, Mr. Mori stood behind Rimbaud and did not leave with the guests. It is conceivable that it will become a hot topic in the near future, but the person concerned does not mind this, and even wants to go Buy popular searches.

"You guys go back to rest and have dinner with your family tomorrow, and I will return to France early in the morning the day after tomorrow." Baudelaire took off halfway around the world to see his daughter on a whim, but he did not expect to reach too many unexpected cooperation intentions.All these must be returned to special personnel for investigation, and after the information is collected, a new judgment will be made and a final decision will be made.

As the leader, it is impossible for him to leave his family and organization alone.

"You should rest early, maybe next year, maybe the year after, I will go back to visit you." Rimbaud reached out to hug him again, and after she got in the car and left, Baudelaire complained sadly to the deacon: " You see, raising a daughter is like this. Except for the day of her relationship and the day of her wedding, she made her father happy every day, but these two days are really sad."

The deacon bowed slightly: "It's a good thing that Missy's heart is no longer wandering."

"Hmph! What kind of eyes does she have? That Sen, she is not a good thing to look at." The old man babbled and felt that the son-in-law hated him no matter what he looked at, the deacon also smiled, and helped him to turn around: "You also know Yes, how a man behaves outside and how he treats his wife at home is not a unified concept."

Working hard outside does not mean that you are at the top of the food chain at home. Mr. Deacon is very sure of this.

"If it weren't for the fact that he was serious about Jeanne, I would have thrown him under the wheel."

The Paris Commune is not afraid of a rising mafia in a Far Eastern country.

"You are a loving father, you don't want to let your daughter cry, don't you?" Apparently Mr. Deacon knows how to talk to the boss, Baudelaire nodded as he walked: "My little Jeanne, who is willing to let her jewel-like eyes Tears ooze from her eyes? Not even herself."

The discussion about the eldest lady's family came to an end here, and they turned to talk about the achievements in business, and the atmosphere changed into another state.

On the other hand, the first thing Rimbaud did when he got home was to take off the obstructive skirt and hang it in the closet, changed into home clothes and velvet slippers, and went to the sink to wash his hands.

"Ma'am, are you hungry?" Mr. Mori, who had prepared the cheat sheet in advance, added more work to his subordinates without hesitation. The egg dish that she had called and said she wanted to eat before was placed in the middle of the dining table.

——Of course this is someone else's handicraft, but first of all, the gentleman does not intend to explain further.

At the reception, he stopped her and couldn't eat this or that. Of course she wasn't full. Seeing the bright yellow "pudding" in the small bowl, she suddenly had an appetite again: "Oh, good, you can eat a little."

The dining table and chairs had already been opened and ready. She walked over and sat down, picked up a spoon, scooped a spoonful and stuffed it into her mouth. The next second, she rushed into the kitchen and hugged the sink, refusing to separate—how could this thing be salty?Disgusting!

His stomach was pushed up like it was stuffed with cotton, and Professor Lan Bo, who emptied his stomach in one breath and vomited it all up, was quite irritable: "It's so unpalatable!"

Mr. Mori in Schrödinger's lame: "..."

Hello!You are too much like that!

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