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

The leader suddenly disappeared, and this matter was firmly suppressed by her personal doctor. Except for a certain boy and a certain group of direct descendants who were too smart to be fooled, even the cadres didn’t know about it—it can be set independently Supernatural life forms are so easy to use.

"Ranbu-kun, Dazai-kun, you have to believe in the strength of the boss. Miss Rimbaud's ability is an absolute defense that can be called a bug level. Only she doesn't want to appear, and she can't appear without her. In the current situation, I guess it is probably …I have encountered something important and cannot leave.”

While wiping the blade of the scalpel with a disinfectant wipe, the doctor talked to the two young gentlemen who were standing in front of him.One of them had just eliminated his supernatural life form, Alice, and his round face was full of threats.

The squint-eyed boy put his hands on his hips and complained very dissatisfiedly: "You gave me the information, is it really as comprehensive as you think?"

The man looked down at the childish teenager and smiled tolerantly: "I promise, she will come back eventually. Only here is her home, and she can't go anywhere."

The air fell into dead silence. After a while, the narrow-eyed boy opened his eyes. His green eyes stared at him carefully as if he was meeting the person in front of him for the first time: "Hey, you are looking for death, you are playing with your life, you know?"

"What does that matter? Aren't you the same, binding her with family affection and dependence. Stripping off that layer of emotional camouflage, isn't it still a completely unreasonable demand. And I, just Choose an adult's 'sense of responsibility' as a bond." He put down the disinfectant wipes in his hand, and the silver scalpel was shining: "She is different from us."

She still has a way out without fear.

Although he doesn't know where this retreat is hidden now, he will try his best to block all the gaps for the cat to escape.

The black-haired Tuanzi who stood by the side without making a sound suddenly opened his mouth and said: "If you want her and us to become an inseparable community, you can only cut off her way of contacting the outside world so that she has nowhere to go, and eliminate her. Friends left her alone—that's what you meant."

In fact, he can no longer be called a dumpling, only some baby fat remains on his cheeks, and his voice is erratic like a person struggling in a nightmare: "I agree with your approach."

"After all..." The little boy turned his head and walked to the door, and only left a sentence when he stopped to wait for his good friend: "Except for her, there is no one in this world who can tolerate monsters like us."

Two teenagers, one big and one small, walked side by side. Mr. Mori smiled and threw the scalpel at the target hanging in the middle of the wall, piercing the wood with a "duh".The purple eyes are gradually darkening—so, Miss Rimbaud, what is it that makes you so free and easy?

——Miss Rimbaud, who was sitting on the side of the rotten bed and looking out through the glass, flipped through her cards in her heart.

There is a subspace ability, and a bad old man is attached to it. Sooner or later, he will be cleared and thrown as far as possible.A vest from the Supernatural Agent Division, and it feels pretty good to wear so far.The next step is more powerful, five black buildings in the port, several cadres, tens of thousands of employees, several cubs picked up, one doctor, one warehouse, some assets, one expensive vest... It looks very troublesome.Then there is an old man who is far away overseas, a house, a building, and N ex-boyfriends, and a job post of a spy of the European Espionage Agency, several salary cards and a vest.

The current problem is a bit serious.

She wanted to go back to Paris, there was no doubt about it.Who would not want to go back to their hometown?

But she had to kill Nakahara Chuya when she returned to Paris, and she was very reluctant.

The tiny, barely breathing child struggled to stay alive.Even if he behaved rudely, violently, and arrogantly, the gentleness, sincerity, and kindness in his nature were not eroded by the bad environment on Radium Bowl Street.

He has a heart of diamond, and he controls himself to try to live like a human being.

She couldn't think of any reason to convince herself that the child must die other than the order she received from the Espionage Bureau.

This kind of reluctance is accumulating over time, from the beginning when she subconsciously focused on his exposed vitals, now she won't use too much force even if she grabs the boy and ruffles his hair—for fear of rubbing hurt him.

Kind of bad, she thought.

PortMafia will find her soon, it will take three days, maybe three hours, no one can tell, maybe in the next second there will be a group of Wuyang Wuyang in black suits blocking the door and asking her to return to the office.

Wouldn't want to go back for sure.Why work?It is impossible to work, and I don't want to work in this life, I just want to go on strike, so I can only wander around while the doctor is not paying attention, fumbling with fish and paddling water.

But where would she go if she didn't go back to PortMafia?

Is it the Special Agents Division?Zengtian Shantouhuo would probably jump up in anger and hit her on the head with a small fan.

Ah...headache.

Paris, the port or the supernatural secret service?

She divided the vegetables on the plate into three portions, a pile of onions, a pile of carrots, and a pile of white radishes. She named them respectively and planned to go wherever she wanted.

Who cares, whoever you like, she's not a philosopher.

"Hey, you're an adult, right?" Tangerine-haired dumpling kicked the door and saw her sitting on the bed with her head down and staring at three piles of vegetables - Strictly speaking, he can't be called a dumpling, but his height is there By the way, no matter what the other kids said, she couldn't believe that this kid was actually 12 years old... It must be the lab's fault, right?

It must be!The children are so short that they don't even grow up!

Illegal human experimentation must be banned, it is too inhumane!

"First, you should call my sister, or at least use an honorific. Second, you should knock on the door before entering. What if I'm changing clothes?" She didn't look up, hearing the sarcasm and dissatisfaction in his words, Still continuing the nursery rhyme in my head, just waiting to see which pile of vegetables the ending sound will land on.

Carrots are so pretty, they represent Paris.The white radish is delicious, and it represents the Supernatural Secret Service.Onions... bothersome as hell, represent ports.

The little boy lifted the leg of the table: "You can't fucking watch me talk!"

"If you talk nonsense again, I'll beat you!" She slapped the table with her palm, and the poor table, which had been hit twice, couldn't hold it up, and fell to the side with a creaking sound of begging for mercy.

She hastily stretched out her hand to support the low table that was about to collapse and looked up at the brat angrily: "You are fucking looking for death, you!" Counting everywhere, I forget in a daze, if I really count on carrots with one finger, believe it or not, I will beat you to death?

"What are you doing? Such an older person has the face to be a picky eater?" Vegetables are so expensive, he is not willing to eat them all and give them all to her!

The two stared at each other indignantly, unwilling to be outdone for a while, and finally Rimbaud turned his face away and pushed the plate: "I can't finish eating, you pick a bunch of vegetables and take them away."

Forget it, it's not wrong to give the child the right to choose.He already had this power.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at her suspiciously, but couldn't see any trap or other expressions.The little boy stared down at the plate for a while, and finally chose to stretch his chopsticks towards the onion, which he least liked.

I don't like it, and she probably won't like it either. There's no need to force a patient to eat something he doesn't like.

He chose onions.

Tsk, damn it.

She ate the remaining two piles of vegetables as agreed, and sighed again.Oh, it's terrible, she actually likes onions.

"The wound on my head has scabbed over. Should I go out and find something to do? I can't let you be raised by such a small child." She looked at him angrily and unwillingly, and the young boy subconsciously suspected: "Do you want to run?"

Many of the members of the Sheep ran away... It's not considered to be running away, there are always a few who can't wait to leave as soon as they hear that they can be adopted.Although he seldom heard from them since then, he always wished to believe that they must be doing well.

At this moment, he didn't want to hear her leave.

He couldn't tell the reason, but a kind of attachment rooted deep in his soul made him not want her to go somewhere he couldn't see.At the same time, the young boy was very soberly aware that the sheep couldn't keep her at all.

Leaving aside her PortMafia identity, looking at the clothes and accessories she wore before and her overly beautiful appearance, the young boy had to admit a fact that frustrates him—he cannot afford to support her.

Carrots are sweet, but she almost cried out after eating them.Such a big sister should live such a delicate and elegant life on TV.She should sit quietly in the carved armchair and eat some beautiful snacks now and then, instead of sitting under the broken and rotten window looking at the turnips in the meeting on the plate and worrying.

He had completely forgotten how skillful this big sister used him to avoid snipers/shooters, and the Wanmi filter was completely unreasonable.

"If you want to leave, you can leave" this sentence could not be uttered anyway, he lowered his head and kicked the leg of the table lightly with his toes: "..."

The sticky words "Don't go" can't be said.

The little boy stood in front of her stubbornly like this, expressing the strange emotions in his heart with body language and almost overflowing awkwardness.

The slightly cool slender fingers brushed his face through the hair, she put the plate on the table, and pulled the child who had almost rubbed away all her intense feelings into her arms and hugged him tightly.The child trusted her so much, even if the hand stroking the hair touched the back of the head, spine and even across the lungs and heart, he never thought that if she exerted a little force, his life would die completely.

He was like a child who was sweating profusely when he heard his mother calling, he dropped the toy and ran towards her, full of joy and unreservedly responding to her voice.

Finally, she bent down and rubbed her face against the boy's soft hair: "Since you don't want me to go, then I won't go."

The author has something to say: All the manuscripts posted yesterday are saved manuscripts... there is not a drop left, let me save it.

I saw that I owed eleven additional updates, and I made up eight chapters, and now there are still three chapters left. I will slowly save enough before posting.

I haven't written the next chapter yet, I'm writing now...

感谢在2020-03-2218:14:20~2020-03-2310:29:06期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Lucky Mushroom, I am not a scumbag but a flower, I don’t say a word, and I am slowly in the wind;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：岚风154瓶；将夜82瓶；克系歌王格赫萝丝、卿莫离15瓶；Eyre12瓶；晔兮如华11瓶；离诡、暗金娜娜、今天也想要伯爵、浮生如梦10瓶；耶耶耶叶8瓶；saiiiii2瓶；浮生七味1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!