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

Rimbaud poured tons of milk that was stuffed by Dr. Sen, and smashed the glass on the table boldly, and she hiccupped: "What else? I won't take you out for dinner later. Find out by yourself first." Sit in a place, play or read a book, be quiet."

She picked up the file and waved her hand to signify that the topic came to an end.

Dr. Sen took the glass and left, leaving only two people sitting and standing in the office.

The silver light of the full moon penetrated the window lattice and divided the room into light and dark. She was sitting under the window at this time, still in the abyss in a trance.

She was covered in pure darkness, but she didn't lose her way.

He stood in the shadows and did not obediently find a corner to sit down.The teenager suddenly wanted to find fault or cause trouble, to take her attention away from the papers and work and draw it to himself.Just like an energetic naughty bear child trying to die to make troubles around his busy mother, he usually has to be slapped before leaving in a huff...

"There are so many things to do, it looks so miserable?" I have to say, the mocking tone is exactly the same as that of a certain leader.

Rimbaud forcefully broke the fountain pen on the document, leaving a cloud of ink marks: "Do you want to be beaten?"

I want to skip work a long time ago!

The boy stuck out his tongue "baa" and smiled mischievously: "I'm not wrong!" His cobalt blue eyes were shining brightly, like a kid jumping out of a fence to wreak havoc, and bleating at others with confidence. Call.

Miss Rimbaud's answer was very straightforward. A subspace body popped up and locked the young boy on the proud head in and hung it on the ceiling. She took out another fountain pen from the drawer to write and draw, and yelled at him. turn a deaf ear.

After half an hour, she read the last document, confirmed it was correct, signed her name and threw it on the table.She stood up and took off the black coat draped over her shoulders to move her hands and feet. Today, she was wearing an ordinary white shirt and trousers with a wrinkled collar. She unbuttoned the discipline button and pulled up the tie.

She snapped her fingers, the subspace body burst and disappeared, and the red-haired boy "Hula" rushed up and raised his hand to hit him—then he was taught to be a human being.

Without using supernatural powers, the street fighter can't beat his own mother who is also a boss.

The two had a fight in the office, and Mr. Zhongyuan grinned and rubbed his cheeks when he pressed his head on the desk again and yelled "Admit defeat!" You, you fight when you fight, why are you still secretly Twist the fat on my face? !

After tidying up the boy, the lady leader buttoned up his tie, picked up his coat and put it on his shoulders again: "What do you want to eat? Can the cafeteria work?"

It was already completely dark, and it was already time for dinner. If you run out now, there will be a long queue for any good-tasting shop in the traffic jam, so why not go to the cafeteria to try your luck and see if there is any good food.

Considering the mood of her subordinates, she usually asks the doctor to pack lunches and send them to the office. It is late now, and the doctor is not there. Thinking that there will be no one in the cafeteria, she just leads the orange-haired boy out of the office and turns around. Take the staff elevator and go downstairs.

"The cook in the cafeteria used to run a restaurant. He was poisoned by his opponent and ruined his business. He stabbed him with a knife in a moment of anger. He went in and squatted for a few years. After he came out, he couldn't find a job or rent a shop, so he just went to the sea to make a living. She walked ahead and turned a corner, changed to an elevator and continued: "One-handed knife is perfect, and the fish turned into pieces before they could react. Since I invited him to guard the cafeteria, there are almost no leftovers that need to be thrown away. Leftovers"

Even Ranpo and Dazai, who are the most picky eaters, dare not make mistakes in the cafeteria, which shows how good the chef is.

"Huh?" Zhong also said that he didn't quite understand the logic here. There are many cooks with good knife skills. Is it so terrible?

As it turns out, it's kind of scary.

After stepping out of the elevator, you will arrive at the group cafeteria with orange-red wallpaper. Several community animals hurried out with bento boxes. When they see the leader uniformly back away, he turns to the side and bows his head: "BOSS! Please!"

The atmosphere was inexplicably awkward, she hummed casually, and glanced at the bento boxes in their hands before they had time to close the lid: "Is there anything delicious today? I brought a little guest."

It was only then that the men in black suits noticed the little boy who was following behind her, who was hesitant to speak but still wanted to speak.

The leader in the black suit bowed again: "Boss, today we have Chinese cuisine, which is the result of Mr. General's special study in China Street. It is a very wonderful achievement!"

"Oh, got it, you guys go." Miss Leader suddenly felt a little more anticipation, and even her footsteps became a little easier: "Go home early and reunite with your family after work, don't always stay in the building and work overtime."

The voice had not yet left, and the people in the black suits who stayed there wanted to hold their faces and scream on the spot—what kind of Conscience BOSS Conscience Club is this, the salary is full and on time, there are some small surprises like bonuses from time to time, and no overtime is required , the boss is so good-looking that it’s okay to make a debut at the same place... I won’t change my job as a civil servant!

"Hey, General, what else can I have for supper? I have a young man visiting here who is still hungry."

The door of the cooking room was pulled open, and the burly man who was about to be on the ceiling looked down at the person who paid him his salary: "It's almost dinner time, you know...?"

This tone is familiar to the Central Plains. Nine and a half out of ten who find fault speak in this way, and the remaining half are dumb.He was thinking that some bloody incident was about to be staged, but she nodded with a smile: "Yeah, so I didn't go out to eat, and if I went out, I would completely miss it."

The chef, who was as black as a lump of charcoal, curled his lips downwards and said, "In that case, wait."

He glanced at the young man following her, frowning as if he was a little dissatisfied with him.The chef, who was full of hostility, turned around and left, and the door of the cooking room was closed tightly again.

Rimbaud quickly held down Chuya, who wanted to rush up, and said, "Go out and sit down."

"..." Damn it, I will grow taller than all of you one day!

The two chose a place not far from the door of the cooking room to sit down, and the bang bang bang bang sound was more like someone dismembering a corpse than cooking.There were also several times when she was attracted by the loud noise and looked at the cooking room in confusion. She sat opposite him and drank an unlimited supply of hot barley tea.

What big guy?Is it really a "big guy" who can be served on the table?The young man is full of wild ideas, and has even rushed to the vast African plains-can big guys like lions, tigers, elephants, and giraffes eat them?Is it tasty?

After a while, the door of the cooking room opened again, and the chef came out with a pot that could almost stew a person in it, and smashed it in front of them: "Eat!" Frowning, he looked at Zhong Ye again, turned and left.

"What do you mean, brother?!" If he could endure Zhongyuan Zhong, he wouldn't be the little bully who has beaten the invincible opponents on Radium Bowl Street, so he almost stepped on the table.The chef is not a good-tempered person either, a bottle of something unknown was thrown at him, and the boy punched it, and the cool white liquid splashed all over his body... It was a bottle of milk, and the quality was quite good.

The chef glared at him viciously, picked up another bottle of milk and put it into the boy's arms, pressed the back of his neck and pushed him into the seat.

Then put down the phone and picked up the chopsticks, the leader lady removed the wall of the subspace, and looked into the pot with a clean head: "Salmon? It's so big!"

"Well, the fisherman I just met sent it to try the taste." The chef threw another rag in front of Chuya, and she picked up her mobile phone to make a call as if she hadn't seen it: "Dr. Sen, have you had dinner yet? The general stewed the fish, please help." This salmon is really too big, so big that it is more like a fish/ray than food.

The cook slammed the door angrily and left.

Chuya angrily unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of milk: "What are you doing, why are you giving me milk!"

Um?It tasted good, not like the products sold in the market. He glanced at the bottle and took another sip.

"Don't give it to me." Miss Rimbaud, who has never been used to bear children in this regard, put away her mobile phone: "Have you washed your hands?"

Nakahara Chuya: "..." What's wrong with your mother-like tone? !

There were too many fish in this pot. After Dr. Sen appeared, he summoned supernatural life forms. The four "people" worked hard around the table for an hour before cleaning them up. Most of them went into the stomachs of the orange-haired boy and Alice. .

After leaving the cafeteria, Dr. Mori asked Chuya a very practical question: "Where do you plan to go next?"

Stay in PortMafia, or go back to Radium Bowl Street.

He didn't know what to do either.

Want to go back to the flock?etc!I'm here to "revenge a hundredfold"... I was beaten up and burped, and then what?

The teenager was a little dazed, and subconsciously looked to the trusted person for help.

I am still a pure and ignorant child at all... Rimbaud raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows: "Well, I will send you back, and you should think about what you want to do. It doesn't matter if you think clearly or not. Come to me anytime with questions."

Dr. Sen turned his face and turned around, raised his eyebrows and smiled inscrutablely—Miss Rimbaud of the intuitive department, even the way of catching wild beast cubs is quite different from others.

Like it or not, for the sake of PortMafia and the leader, he will not let this growing beast out of control.But she is so gentle and too indulgent. The doctor thinks that some brats who are not afraid of anything need to endure a wave of beatings with high IQ.Of course, he didn't do it, so he wouldn't do this kind of thing to fight against children.

Diamonds, of course, need another diamond to be polished, so hurry up and work hard to polish each other, don't always dangle in front of the leader.

It's about Dazai-kun, another kid who is especially good at acting like a spoiled child.

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