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

"Ah... sorry, I didn't notice that you were in a bad mood."

The young doctor was the first to bow his head and apologize politely.

A very good-looking man of the same sex was frightened in front of him, which greatly comforted Yamamoto's lost heart.Looking at this person again, he was not so disgusted, and even pointed to the vacant seat opposite him with a bit of mischief and asked him to sit down: "Forget it, it seems that you are quite reasonable, I will buy you a glass of wine."

Even if he is frustrated in the workplace, he is not short of money, but he is always worried about the young and beautiful female professor who failed to get it.At this moment, I feel uncomfortable, and I just want to tease this handsome man who looks a bit down in front of me.

"I see you are handsome, where are you?"

The fat man hugged the waitress who kept persuading him with a charming smile, and the young man sitting opposite him thanked the waiter who poured wine for him with a bit of restraint, looking petty and poor.

Hearing someone ask about his occupation, the young man with long hair paused, and smiled weakly: "Ahahahaha, I am currently applying for the personal doctor of a chairman of a large company..."

"That's really young and promising!"

Yamamoto sneered in his heart, what kind of big company, what kind of private doctor, which doctor can still hang around outside at this time.But he has already made up his mind to tease this beautiful man who came to his door once, and naturally he won't be too vicious to scare people away before he achieves his goal.

"You are so young, you can be a personal doctor for others. You must have excellent medical skills. I have always wanted to make friends with such a talented person, but unfortunately I didn't have the opportunity. I met you by chance today. I think there is some fate between us. I am Yamamoto, It's a professor at the National University of Foreign Studies, I don't know you...?"

He pushed the fruit plate on the table to the opposite side, and the restrained young man bent down to express his gratitude. After a long list of compliments, he briefly introduced himself: "My surname is Mori, I am just an ordinary doctor from Yokohama. .”

I think you are just an ordinary quack doctor.

"Hey, come on, let's have a drink, a drink, a drink."

Yamamoto picked up the wine glass and poured it into the mouth of the waitress who accompanied him. The other party drank the glass of wine with a smile, then filled a new glass for him and drank it down in one gulp.The young man on the opposite side hardly dared to look up at the two people in front of him. His slender fingers held the wine glass loosely and neither tightly nor tightly.

"Why don't you drink? Are you looking down on me?"

Yamamoto patted the table loudly, the doctor shook the wine glass with a wry smile and poured it in. He was immediately choked, covered his chest and bent his back to cough vigorously—in fact, he secretly vomited all the wine, but it smelled strong .

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

The fat man, who insisted on others drinking, laughed so hard that his lungs burst out of laughter. The youthful embarrassment greatly pleased him. At this moment, the man slapped his thighs and laughed wantonly. The wrist was turned outward: "You are still a virgin at first glance, walk around, I will take you to experience what it is like to see a woman."

The age is infinitely close to [-], but the face looks young, and he is actually Mr. Mori, the current life winner who married a beautiful woman... At this moment, I really want to pry open the brain of this fat pig to see if the structure inside is the same as that of a normal pig Not quite the same.

No, he would feel sorry for the scalpel if he dissected it with a scalpel. My wife has been entangled by this fat man for half a year, and I don't know how much wronged she has suffered.

So it's better to kill the pig today, and save a few days of vacation with her.

He stammered "Hey Hey" and was dragged out of the black tea shop and into the depths of the red light district.Of course, Yamamoto didn't have such good intentions and really wanted to take this young doctor to "see the world". In the depths of this kind of red-light district where fish and dragons are mixed, there are many romantic veterans who cannibalize people and are eager to find an honest person to take over.

Most of them are not in their youth, and all they think about is going ashore to find a long-term meal ticket to avoid a miserable evening.An inexperienced young man fell into the hands of such a woman, and sooner or later he would be gnawed until there was not even a single bone left.

People are always willing to relieve their depression on the more unlucky ones, and Yamamoto is no exception.

The two stumbled into a "health club" named "Songhe House" with colorful signs. Yamamoto put his arm on Dr. Mori's shoulder and pushed him in front of the broker. suddenly go out.

Darkness descended in an instant, and then disappeared in an instant.When the visibility recovered to a certain level, the broker apologized with a smile, and only said that the voltage of the circuit is not stable recently, and please forgive me.

The young doctor seemed to sense something was wrong, shook his head and wanted to leave.The broker hastily stepped forward to stop him, expressing courteously that in order not to disturb the interest of the guests, he immediately invited the top card to please him: "Lily is the most popular girl here, and there is no girl in the whole street who can be more beautiful than her." can play."

Dr. Mori blushed in embarrassment, and Yamamoto laughed while drinking the free drink. It was obvious that he was proud of seeing others make a fool of himself.

"No, no, I have a wife at home. Mr. Yamamoto didn't give me a chance to explain along the way, how sad it would be to let her know. No, no, I'd better go first."

The young man waved his hands again and again, and the broker tried to persuade him again and again, but even Miss Li Lizi couldn't ask for it in person.

Nonsense, compared with the beauty of the madam that can shake reason and belief, the broken flowers and willows here are as worthless as the fake flowers thrown on the roadside after Christmas. He didn't look for excitement in the trash can idea.

The arrogance of the top card rushed up, and Li Lizi snorted and turned to the embrace of others.The girl with a sweet voice and sweet appearance caged Mr. Yamamoto to the "massage room" at the back, and the shy young doctor immediately turned into a stinky shit that no one cares about.

After finally getting rid of these dog skin plasters, a dazzling silvery white flashed between Mr. Sen's fingers.

He first sat in the lobby and received the cold face of the broker, and after some hesitation, he simply got up and said he would go to Mr. Yamamoto to say goodbye.

"Oh, go ahead, go in the corridor, you can find out which room you want by yourself."

Brokers don't have the slightest enthusiasm for customers who can't squeeze out any money, and just wave away casually.

The doctor thanked him politely and walked towards the corridor, and quickly disappeared in the ambiguous red light.

There are some veterans who are especially good at selling business. I don't know how many layers of skin he has to be exposed to get out.

Twenty or ten minutes later, Dr. Sen finally found the target that wasted half a day's time with a blank face... Standing outside the room, looking at the two lumps of meat lying together inside, after thinking for a while, he took out his mobile phone and silently called the police.

That's right, he...had his head robbed.

The perpetrators are sophisticated and bold. People who are not arranging various bizarre deaths for a long time will only think that Fatty Yamamoto lost the face of eighteen generations of his ancestors and died on horseback.And that Miss Lilizi fainted because of being frightened...

"...What a talent."

It would be even better if it didn't steal someone's head.

This is the same as just returning to the spring and changing a new set of equipment to go out, eager to try to take down the opposite AD who is stupid and pouting buttocks, who can do nothing but hit mobs without piercing eyes, the knife is raised and most of them are ready The jungler who was haunted by his own family suddenly jumped out, snatched the head under the blade, and floated away again without even humming...

Big fire!

When the police arrived at the scene, the broker didn't know what happened. As the reporter, Mori Ogai was inevitably taken into the police station for routine questioning.But what's wrong with that?It was such a long way from the black tea shop to Songhe House, so many people could testify that he was dragged here by Fatty Yamamoto, and the two had never met before.

Sure enough, the judgment given by the forensic doctor was consistent with the pretended cause of death, and Mr. Mori was driven out of the police station before dinner.PortMafia, who was in charge of monitoring him, looked at him differently, full of awe for smart people.

He also thought that the doctor calmly took Yamamoto's life after laying the groundwork, and then tricked the police, and finally retreated cleanly... How seamless is this!

However, the fact is that Mr. Mori has just broken through the "encirclement" and arrived at the battle line. A pale golden light just happened to flash in the room where Yamamoto was. Professor Rimbaud appeared in his living room with an uneasy expression on his face.

Who the hell will not be happy when they bump into their newlywed husband in Fengyuechang, even if they can see that this person probably wants to vent their anger on themselves.

— Rimbaud is not stupid.Originally, she planned to deal with the matter of her husband being coerced and monitored by a stranger after killing Yamamoto. She didn't expect to follow this guy along the markers to the Songhe House and looked up and saw Mori Ogai who was with the target.

She was sure the two hadn't known each other before.Then, as an underground black doctor, it is not surprising to investigate the woman on a blind date, and it is normal to know that Yamamoto has entangled her many times.Coupled with the news that Yamamoto harassed his colleagues in the newspapers, it was not surprising that Mori Ogai deduced that she was the unlucky female professor.

As an outstanding member of the industry, Rimbaud curled his lips and picked on Mr. Sen from head to toe - procrastinating, looking forward and backward, without imagination... Hehe, the only consolation is that this guy firmly rejected the prostitute who offered to court him, Otherwise, she doesn't guarantee that she will kill someone with a shake of her hand today and complete the steps of withdrawing someone's insurance money in advance.

I'll deal with you when I'm free and in the mood!

She hid in the darkness to restrain her breath, and the characteristics of the subspace ensured that she would never leak her breath even if she regenerated her anger.Rimbaud entered the room together with the two who had been obsessed with each other all the way, watched half of the unattractive erotic palace, and took the opportunity to sprinkle the other half of the potion on Yamamoto's exposed fat.

The previous half had been mixed into the wine and drank by him when the light source was lost at the very beginning, and no matter how much it was tested, no harmful ingredients could be detected.

She started in an orderly manner according to the plan, carefully checked every detail after completion, and then left gracefully before Mr. Sen came to start the work - the space department is so willful, if you have the ability, you should catch me!

In any case, from PortMafia's point of view, Mori Ogai is responsible for the blame. From the point of view of the police, the black organization should be responsible for the death of Yamamoto. Professor Rimbaud touched it when the undercover agent was withdrawn last time. Several of their medicines are quite satisfying, and they are worthy of five-star praise. I will come again next time.

In short, the whole matter has nothing to do with the French professor at the National University of Foreign Studies.

She threw the clothes into the washing machine, and only after half of the washing did she realize that several of them couldn't be washed, let alone mixed.Looking at the pot of rotten porridge that was still being stirred in the washing machine, the delicate professor sighed, it was time to buy new clothes again...

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