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

Rimbaud took the picture album that the boss graciously provided, opened it and read it again: "This, this, and this, um... plus cheesecake, prepare another package, and take it away later."

She returned the album to the boss with Alice raising her hand and cheering: "I want a glass of lemonade, thank you."

"please wait."

The owner of the dessert shop was so obedient with every instruction and movement, Mr. Kandesen couldn't help but stroke the top of his hair.

——Madam is so popular, I always feel that something is wrong?

"How long will you stay this time?" Rimbaud took the lemonade served respectfully by the waiter, and Mr. Mori suddenly felt that the person sitting in front of him was an extremely powerful man?

Obviously I was the one who sneaked into the sea to become a gangster, so... all kinds of things: "Go back to Yokohama in the afternoon the day after tomorrow."

In order to avoid having nothing to say, he immediately brought up a new topic: "Is Okinawa fun?"

If it hadn't happened at that time that the leader lost his temper again for some unknown reason, he really wanted to travel with his wife to cultivate their relationship... There is such a big beauty in the house, who is only shown but not touched, he Sen Ogai There is no physical defect, of course I feel itchy.

It's a pity that it doesn't work, so I can only take the time to show my hospitality when I go home happily.After all, apart from her beauty, there is also a considerable father-in-law standing behind her.Only after entering PortMafia did he have an intuitive understanding of the world of Mafia. The Paris Commune is quite a strange existence among the old European forces. Nowadays, there are strikes in France every three days to force the government, and nine times out of ten are related to this organization. .Compared with Vengley in Italy, the Paris Commune is more like an opposition party that specifically sings against the cabinet, and it is very turbulent.

It is really admirable and admirable to do this for Mafia.

Rimbaud tried his best to recall his memories about Okinawa, and nodded after taking a sip of lemonade: "It's not bad, I'll take Alice with me next time. The sea is clean and the scenery is pleasant. It's very suitable for a little girl to take pictures in a beautiful dress."

Mr. Mori's attention was instantly attracted by the "little girl", "beautiful dress" and "photographing". Looking back, the loss exceeded 5000 billion!

He was discouraged and lay down on the table, his whole body was beaten pale: "Ah... I really want to go..."

Alice wanted to complain about him as "too disgusting" as always, but she was afraid of showing his clues in front of Rimbaud, so she swallowed the cake reluctantly to hold back the disgust on her lips, and the little girl hiccupped.

"Hic! Alice, hiccup! Alice wants to go too... hiccup!"

Rimbaud raised his hand and asked for a glass of water, and handed it to her, he said softly, "Drink some water and press it down. If you still hiccup, wait until you go back and think of other ways. Take it easy."

Can supernatural life forms really hiccup?Mori Ogai was rarely confused.

The wife gently took out a wet towel from her pocket to wipe the mouth of the "daughter", and patted her on the back gently. No matter how you looked at it, it was a warm picture of "mother and daughter getting along". Mr. Mori's eyes were soft again.

Probably Alice-chan also really wanted a mother like Mrs. At this moment, she looked the same as a living human being, not at all pre-set.

"Boss, pack!"

Rimbaud, who never wastes food, didn't pay attention to the changes in the man around him. He lowered his head and signed the order, leaving the cake box to Mr. Sen who was clumsily carrying it. He stretched out his hand and led Alice to the parking lot in front.

An hour and a half later, they finally returned to Rimbaud's house, and Chuya was standing at the door waiting for someone awkwardly wearing a parent-child bathrobe.

"Mr. Mori, Alice."

I haven't seen him in just a few months, but the child's temperament has changed greatly, and he is inexplicably calmer and more capable. He can no longer be treated as an ordinary child who doesn't understand anything.

Mori Ogai looked at cheap son a few more times, and couldn't help admiring from the bottom of his heart.Even if it's not for the wife, it's worth getting married just for the child.What is it like to suddenly have a strange sense of satisfaction of "successors" when you have just arrived in your thirties!

As soon as Alice entered the living room, she let out a "wow" with her mouth wide open.

The living room of Rimbaud's house was much more chaotic at this time. Various gifts were piled up on the sofa like a hill, and dried salted fish with a terrible smell was left alone in the corner of the balcony.

"This is a souvenir I brought back from Okinawa to my relatives and friends. Alice, your gift is in a pink box on the coffee table. There is your room upstairs. Go and see if you like it."

Rimbaud raised his finger to point to the oversized box on the coffee table, the little girl rushed over and lifted it up on top of her head, found a space to sit down and hurriedly opened it: "Wow! New bathrobe! Wow! Kimono! Wow! Small bag! Wow! Shell wind chimes! Wow! Coconut Cake!"

After seeing the gift, she trotted onto Rimbaud and hugged her coquettishly. No matter what, she refused to let go. The professor had no choice but to reach out and lift the little girl up to avoid her discomfort: "Go upstairs to change clothes? If you like it, just keep it." If you don’t like it, give it to someone else.”

Alice jumped down with bright eyes, picked up two boxes and ran upstairs, Mr. Mori was about to move to follow, Rimbaud said in time: "I originally planned to buy a bathrobe that the whole family could wear, but this pattern ..." She couldn't help smiling and narrowing her eyes, "I don't think you will wear this kind of pattern and color, so I'll forget it after thinking about it. I brought you a local dried salted fish as a gift, and passed it on to my colleagues. Fresh."

Although the dried salted fish is smelly, it is delicious when it is cooked. It is also a famous Okinawa specialty, so it is not a problem to use it as a souvenir.

Mori Ogai pinched his nose and hid in the corner farthest from the package of dried fish like he was facing a biological weapon: "Seal the bag!"

Professor Lan Bo also disliked the smell of salted fish. He pinched the sealed bag with two fingers and threw it to Mr. Sen to support him. He held his breath and picked up the salted fish. Mr. Sen used the speed of being single for 30 years to seal the bag. He sealed it and threw the salted fish back to Rimbaud.

The pollution source was finally sealed, and he glanced at it with lingering fear: "How can this be brought on the Shinkansen!"

"It's okay, you can call the courier to come and pack it and send it directly to the clinic. Just remember to pick it up, it won't bother you too much." Miss Professor rolled her eyes and tied the sealed bag as if it had been quartered by five horses before throwing it into the corner.

At this moment, Alice put on her little bathrobe and ran down from upstairs with a set of small clogs on her feet: "Does it look good?"

The blond girl's complexion is like snow, which is very suitable for brightly colored dresses. Wearing a small bathrobe on her body and clothes will brighten up, which is very similar to Rimbaud.

"Very beautiful, dear." She bowed her head and kissed the little girl's forehead, and Mr. Sen's eyes widened.

Gentle and soft to the touch...

Zhong also brought two cardboard boxes over. The souvenirs distributed to classmates and colleagues were stored separately, and distributed after school started.School, it feels like a long time ago, I wonder if Tanjiro and the others will be stuffed into the school?

The orange-haired boy was inexplicably lost for a moment, and his emotions suddenly rose again.I can't tell when I will meet Tanjiro, Zenitsu and Inosuke who have become grandfathers on the street, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha I must make fun of them!

He changed his expression after a while, frustrated and happy, and finally a little proud. Sitting not far away, Mori Ogai saw it and asked him with a smile: "It seems that there are too many memorable places in the trip to Okinawa. What is Chuya-kun remembering?"

"Ah...that..." Chuya stuttered and couldn't speak when he was caught off guard by someone asking about his faded memory.The more he couldn't speak, the more nervous he became, the more nervous he became, the more he couldn't speak, and he couldn't lie, so he blushed.The young boy didn't look like he was going to lie to his parents, but more like he had some vague thoughts on his mind.

Mr. Sen is not a love brain, although he is a little suspicious, he thinks in another direction.

What is this kid hiding?

Is there anything that cannot be said to him... or is this matter related to Madam?

Chuya was so nervous that he forgot to take a breath, and almost suffocated himself, his knotted head suddenly said: "No! Just, it's Tanzi and Yoshiko... and Zhuzi, I didn't have time to say goodbye to them when I left. "

"..." Is it really a trouble in love?

This child has a straightforward and honest face. If he is telling lies, it would be too scary. This kind of flawless natural acting skills is completely the natural enemy of Mr. Mori.

"Is it because I didn't have time to say goodbye to my friends? Is that so... How should I put it, Mr. Chuya, friends will not be affected by geographical distance. Even if they have different positions and opposing beliefs, as long as there is common ground and a basis for cooperation, anyone can Be your friend. But the duration of this friendship depends on how to maintain it. I suggest you ask Miss Rimbaud if she has left the contact information of their guardians, teenagers your age seem to like to make pen pals?"

Chuuya's face turned even redder.

He never lied, he didn't need Miss Rimbaud, he didn't need teachers and classmates, and he didn't need the friends of the Ghost Slayer Squad.Especially everyone in the Ghost Killing Squad, Gao Jie's nature is what they have in common, what can't be said directly to such a person?

The boy lowered his head slightly, the redness on his cheeks became more and more dizzy, and finally even his ears turned red: "I, I'm going to ask Attila now!"

"Ask me what?" Rimbaud, who moved all the letters into the collection room and reheated the takeaway, returned to the living room. When he looked up, he saw his son moving his hands and feet uncomfortably.Zhong also turned his face to look at his mother pitifully: "Just... the contact information of Tanzi, Shanzi and Zhuzi..."

She took up the topic very naturally and fluently: "Those three little girls, what aesthetics do you have? One has scars on the head, the other is sensitive and the other is rampant. You can't find a girlfriend like this."

The face of a very mean mother-in-law.

"I, that, but..." Zhong also didn't know what to say, embarrassment, embarrassment, nothing else but embarrassment.

Immediately afterwards, she chose to compromise like any parent who beat her own child in the next second: "If you have to say it, it's okay to use charcoal, right? At least she has a gentle personality. I left her mother's phone number. Invite her to come to Tokyo to play?"

"No no no no, I still can't... I'm just annoyed that I didn't say goodbye to them when I left Okinawa. Who said I like them! I don't like them!" He was so embarrassed that he blushed like a small cannonball He ran upstairs and hid in the room, leaving only Rimbaud and Mori Ogai sitting on the sofa, looking at each other and winking, and then turning their faces away and secretly smiling.

This is probably the fun of raising children.Mr. Mori, who raised a fake daughter, rubbed his chin and smacked his lips. Sure enough, he still thinks his wife and cheap son are much cuter than the hideous leader of PortMafia.

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a family of three

Mutual performance

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