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

Mr. Mori walked back to Chief Mori's office with his daughter in his arms, and when he saw his wife, he laughed so hard that he couldn't see his eyes: "Ma'am~" He completely ignored his two sons and his "pet cat".

Vitaly stretched out her chubby hand: "Mom!"

Professor Lan Bo took his daughter, turned around and punched Mr. Sen on the forehead: "Go back and deal with you!"

"..." Having to take the blame for his son and being angered by his wife, Mr. Mori was very well-behaved: "Yes, yes, it's all my fault." If you don't admit your mistakes quickly, you will be beaten even worse. After so many years, her temper How he felt clearly.

"What should we do next? It's not easy for us to live in the stronghold of PortMafia, it will scare others, and it will also bring troubles to this Zhongya-kun at work?" At this time, we can only sacrifice her My beloved son, it's useless for anyone else to come.

Chief Mori, who had been lying around for a long time, finally found a chance to speak: "Mr. Zhongye, why don't these people be treated by you, and the expenses will be reimbursed by the organization later."

Hehehe, little princess!

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Central Plains cadres who continued to fail to start up suddenly had "both parents" on this weird morning. They had an extra "twin" and a mackerel brother, inexplicably a big nephew, and a suffocatingly cute sister.

Cadre Chuya Nakahara: I thank you so much!

……

"You use this house first, Lao Tzu, no, I haven't lived in it before, so you can place an order if you don't need anything." As he opened the door, he unconsciously cast his eyes on Professor Rimbaud.The long-haired woman had already noticed his attention, and handed the daughter in her arms to the poor second son who had been looking at him for a long time: "Hold me well, don't lose my sister again this time." As she spoke, she rubbed her hand The head of my big cat: "Please take care of Vitaly." Then he looked at the Central Plains cadres: "Go for a walk?"

Zhong also paused, pretending that he didn't hear his mother expressing concern for his other self, he humming and chirping in front of his younger sister to tease her.

The Central Plains cadre pressed the brim of his hat uncomfortably, took a card from the inner pocket of his suit and pressed it on the entrance cabinet, turned around and walked out without closing the door.

He is waiting.

Rimbaud turned his head and ordered: "Be honest!"

After seeing the big and small nods, they closed the door and left: "Go, find a bar and sit down."

Zhongyuan cadre: "..." Why are you so skillful in your posture.

"The car is downstairs, a bar run by my own people, okay?" She walked ahead into the elevator, and nodded at him when she turned around: "You decide."

He followed her, and suddenly felt like a stupid kitten following his old lady: "You..."

What do you say?How come you didn't lose your memory/die?Only an unfilial son can say such a thing, but he can't.

She wasn't the brother Rimbaud who almost beat him to death.

"You've grown up." She suddenly sighed like this, just at this time the elevator arrived, and the two walked towards the sports car parked in the garage one after the other.

The Zhongyuan cadre unlocked it, sat in the car lock and knocked on the steering wheel to wait for her: "Are you going to kill me? I mean, that old man, he..."

The one who answered him was a quiver: "Are you stupid? You don't have any points in your heart that you can't beat me at all?"

"..." I wanted to swear, but I didn't dare.

In the face of "the oppression of the old mother", the cadres of the Central Plains, who are not afraid of anything, resolutely follow their hearts.

The bar at the destination is a place he often goes to. If the owner himself is not a member of PortMafia, he will definitely hang a sign outside saying "No entry in the Central Plains".Every time the cadres of the Central Plains came here, they would re-purchase or redecorate, and they were often on the verge of bankruptcy. If they could not get some compensation, they would have closed down.

Today, the young Mr. Cadre came again, and what was different from the past was that he also brought a mature and beautiful lady with him.

Could it be that!

The spring of the Central Plains cadres...is it finally here?

"Boss," the lady who walked in with the Central Plains cadre looked around, "Screwdriver." The young man sitting next to her took off his hat and put it next to his hand and began to be dazed.

Mr. Cadre did not say no, the boss picked up the base wine and poured it into the measuring cup, and quickly finished: "Ma'am, your wine."

"Yeah." She knocked on the table to express her thanks, and picked up the wine glass to sip slowly.

The space occupied by the two fell into a strange silence.Rimbaud didn't say a word, he drank the wine he ordered silently, the Central Plains cadres didn't know what to say, so they could only keep silent.

She must be doing well--her husband and wife, her children, and you can see from those bright eyes that there is nothing he needs to do.

So what is there to say?If she was not doing well, he would definitely take care of those who treated her badly, but he didn't.She's doing fine, he doesn't really need to exist.

Central Plains cadres don’t need to order when they enter the bar. The boss opens a bottle of Old Tom Gin and puts it on the bar.

The mother and son, separated by a whole world, just sat side by side, drinking one cup after another.

Half an hour later, Mr. Zhongyuan's eyes were loose, and the wine bottle in his hand was crumbling: "Brother, why..."

"Huh?" The woman who raised her glass to admire the beautiful color of gin looked at him sideways, and the young man looked a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry." He wiped his face, and then he couldn't help but ask with his tongue: "So, why? ah!"

This time, his tone was much more intense, and the corners of his eyes were a little red, and a dangerous aura of out of control began to brew.

The long-haired lady pressed him to the table, and before she could wait for 【Activate Dirty Sorrow】, she dropped the wallet and dragged the young man out: "Please wait for me for a while."

The boss watched her drag people away with the expression of looking at a martyr-there is no principle not to beat women when the cadres in the Central Plains are drunk, as long as they are people, they will be sent to the ICU.

So... what is the relationship between these two people?lover?Sibling love?Can't tell that the Central Plains cadres are quite... fashionable?

Rimbaud took the orange-haired youth out of the back door of the bar. This place usually leads to some dark alley, which is suitable for illegal transactions and conversation.

"My mission is to destroy the illegal human laboratory and destroy all the experimental subjects." She took out a wet wipe from her pocket and wiped his face carefully: "You are the target of my mission."

The tight breath in his chest dissipated all of a sudden—"Didn't it displease me or hate me?" He seemed to calm down, "Just because it's a mission?"

"Yes," she nodded: "As a spy of the Espionage Bureau, I should bring your body back to Paris, whether it's for the motherland or my salary."

"It's just the content of the job, not that I personally have any negative thoughts about you."

The drunkard swayed back against the wall, and accepted the explanation with straight eyes-the task required, so there was no way.

Immediately afterwards, the red and black rays of light appeared again: "I wanted to kill Lao Tzu without authorization, and then I died by talking about myself, and I left a lot of trouble for me!" The more he said, the more irritable his tone: "You old man, you are very annoying... ...are you an idiot?"

Pale golden flashed, and threw the Central Plains cadre who was about to erupt into the small black room. With a soft snort, she turned back to the bar to get her wallet and change, put on his hat, opened the front door and walked into the slightly intense afternoon sun.

She was wearing a long dress with suspenders and a pearl white wool shawl on her shoulders. She walked across the embankment of the Tsurumi River and saw local tyrants abusing cats.The cat is not her cat, but seeing the same style being beaten is enough to make people uncomfortable.

Fitzgerald swung his fist full of confidence, and half of the punch was blocked by the subspace wall. Atsushi Nakajima, who had been beaten miserably, knelt down on the ground and spat blood to warn the stranger: "Hurry up!" run!"

"Tsk."

"It's true, they pick up honest people and bully them." She raised the sickle from behind: "I haven't fought with people personally for a long time, and I don't know if I can spend all your money today."

The light of the knife pointed at the tip of his nose, and Fitzgerald raised his hand to meet it... The one hundred thousand dollars was gone.

This is just a level A!

When it comes to spending money, women, especially beautiful women, are more professional, and the more beautiful they are, the more professional they are.

Seeing that he couldn't take away the big cat worth 70 billion today, the local tyrant stopped the loss in time and adjusted his suit: "Ma'am, goodbye." The cat can find a chance to catch it next time, and it will be a headache if the money is spent and the job is not done well.

She stepped forward to pick up Atsushi Nakajima, and picked up Izumi Jinghua who was thrown aside, turned around and left.Fitzgerald stared at her back for a while, speechless, and the subordinates of the group stepped forward and asked, "My lord, do you need to investigate this woman...?"

"Paris Commune." The blond man slowly spit out a word: "There is no need to search, as long as this woman appears, you should avoid it. Lovecraft has been defeated, and no one can fight her head-on right now. Anyway, the Yokohama Destruction Plan has been completed." In the beginning, there is no need to gnaw hard on the bones that cannot be gnawed."

Just try to lure her away—the dead will reappear, it seems that the Russian who gave him the information is not lying on this point.Although there was a little problem with her gender... maybe the person who woke her up made some trouble, he wouldn't make such a mistake!

Rimbaud took two small things and sent him downstairs to the Armed Detective Agency.In the morning, I had already learned about the matter from my daughter, and knew that there was another son hidden here.Although poor, he has tried his best...

"Hello, your company's pets are not, the members of the company were attacked outside, and they are here."

Some indifferent beauties knocked on the door of the detective agency, put Nakajima Atsushi and Izumi Kyoka on the sofa under Mr. Kunikida's straight eyes, and Dazai Osamu, who was leaning on the chair, looked up, his expression froze .

I should have thought that this was not an impossible scenario.

"Thank you very much, please sit down for a moment, can I ask you a few questions? About the attacker..." Mr. Kunikida tried hard to control his urge to add content to the account, and restrained and politely called Kenji to call his colleague Send to the treatment room.After the two parties were seated, tea and biscuits were served quickly. Professor Rimbaud nodded and dropped the second bomb: "By the way, I'm here to find that guy."

She pointed to Osamu Dazai who opened the window and wanted to escape from there: "Are you coming here by yourself, or should I do it?"

The dark-haired young man with chest pain closed the window and moved over in dejection, and sat down: "Miss Rimbaud...?"

"Eh!?"

Take a closer look, doesn't Vitaly look exactly like her when she grows up!

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