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

"Oh? It's a doctor... Doctors are rich, right? Since they have money, it's okay to borrow a little. Could you please lend us some money?"

A few teenagers who were not too old or young stopped the people who hurried home.As far as general experience is concerned, in order not to cause trouble, seven or eight out of ten people will choose to "borrow" money readily, and spend money to buy peace, it is human nature.

He never expected to be stopped by a few teenagers a step away from home. Mr. Mori glanced at them, took out his wallet and took out all the cash without saying a word: "It's all here."

He took out the money so readily, and the teenagers who blocked the way to "borrow" the money became more and more greedy: "Uncle, you look down on people, don't you?"

Not at all frightened by these pretentious attitudes, Mori Ogai even wanted to laugh.He turned out his pockets and showed them to the boys: "It's true that there are none. If you don't mind, please wait until tomorrow?"

"You fucking think we're stupid!"

The leading white-haired boy took out a butterfly knife from his pocket and waved it: "Take out all the valuable things on your body now!"

Mr. Mori, who doesn't usually use decorations, was dumbfounded when he returned home after changing his clothes.When did such a few idiots come to this high-end community in Yokohama, which is famous for its safety factor, and they don't use their brains to think about why no other small organizations occupy this "territory"?

The teenagers surrounding him couldn't think so much.

For some reason, the "sheep" who were chased and beaten by several teams from PortMafia until they broke up had a hard time.More and more members left the organization to work for others to fend for themselves, and the few remaining members were driven out of Leibo Street by the stronger group, and broke into the community like headless chickens when they had nowhere to go.

The gentle-looking man in front of them was the walker they had been waiting for for a long time. They thought he was a scholar working at the University of Yokohama. Could it be that many people can't beat a weak chicken?

"Hand over your phone and wallet! What are you holding?" The teenagers got closer, and Mr. Mori was reluctant.The reason for giving the money quickly is to avoid entanglement with them, so as not to make Madam unhappy by going home too late.

Unexpectedly, he overestimated the IQ of these brats while underestimating their ambitions. Not only did he intensify the situation, but he wasted even more time.

Don't squeeze over, you're messing up the flowers you're going to give to your wife!

Mori Ogai's low force value is only limited to comparison with Professor Rimbaud, but not necessarily for other people.After all, he came out of the army, even if he was just a military doctor, the skills he had experienced on the battlefield were more than enough for a teenager who couldn't hold a few "fruit knives" securely.

Ten minutes later, the community security alarm was rang. The husband of Professor Rimbaud, who had just moved here, called to complain, saying that he saw some delinquent teenagers blackmailing the owner.

There have been several incidents like this recently. Those bastards escaped too quickly to be chased away. It seemed that they were used to being chased and beaten. Mr. "Ranbo" said that those bad boys were tied up by the heavenly justice and placed on the side of the road, hoping that the security department would send someone to pick them up and throw them out as soon as possible.

The staff quickly dispatched surveillance cameras to see which kind-hearted person was "doing what is right" in the face of injustice, but the camera was broken... This... It seems that the person who did it was quite professional.

I don't know when such a powerful person came to the community.

Mori Ogai of "A Passerby Out of Nothing" smiled and took one more look at these teenagers, clapped his hands and squatted down: "Young man, if you don't speak firmly, your life will not be guaranteed, understand?"

Understand!A few "sheep" who failed to rob but were cut off nodded hard, and watched the man who had become gentle and weak again slowly leave while holding the bouquet that he carefully put aside at the beginning.

Perverted!

Mr. Sen looked down at his phone. It was already a quarter past nine, and there was a warm orange light in the windows of a two-story building not far away.

Holding the bouquet, he stepped forward and rang the doorbell: "I'm back~"

After a flurry of footsteps, the orange-haired boy opened the door and looked at him with a nervous smile: "That...that..."

Rimbaud appeared in the living room ten seconds ago. As soon as the doorbell rang, Mr. Sen's voice came in, and she flew into the bathroom to turn on the water valve.

The sound of splashing water and heat confused the time of her return.

Half an hour later, Professor Rimbaud, wearing a cotton nightgown, came out with wet hair and his face was flushed with hot water.

It's not good to live too close, she can't refuse her husband to go home without a reasonable reason... even if he is just a tool.

"Are you back?" Miss Professor, who had just moved directly back from the beach, picked up a bag of cat food and poured it into Adrian's bowl as if nothing had happened.The little black cat rubbed against her calf and yelled "meow meow" a few times, then lowered its head and buried its face in the cat food bowl to eat.

She stood aside and watched for a while, then turned her gaze back and forth between Mr. Mori and Chuya: "Which one of you can help me get a canned cat?"

Well, she can't reach it now.

"I'll come, I'll come, I'll come!" Mori Ogai volunteered to go to the kitchen. Professor Rimbaud walked behind and glanced at his own son whose acting skills were still offline, and shook his head: "Hurry up! I want the XXX brand, It's in the fourth column at the end of the third shelf on the right hand side of the convenience store."

Nakahara Chuya: "?"

Although he didn't understand, he was very obedient, and he closed the door and walked to the nearest convenience store.When he walked to the place and took a look, at the end of the third shelf... the fourth column... was filled with all kinds of... sanitary napkins.

"..." The orange-haired boy blushed, and sneakily followed Rimbaud's request like a thief, randomly took two boxes of sanitary napkins and threw them beside the cash register to check out.

"Now there is an event, you can give you a free trial box of XXX new product when you spend XXX yen, and you are only 150 yen away from the gift standard. What else do you need?"

The salesperson had a sweet smile and was neither humble nor overbearing, but Chuya felt that the world was too crazy, wouldn't she think it was strange for a man to buy such things!

Of course it's because your reaction, boy, is so cute!

But the giveaway...

"That's it, you can figure it out, just take a box..." The young man blushed and hummed softly.

The salesperson took the most expensive box from the shelf and put it in the bag for him.

Nakahara Chuya: "..."

Forget it.

He carried the bag like a bomb and walked home furtively through the dimly lit path. As soon as he entered the door, he hurriedly stuffed the plastic bag to Rimbaud: "I bought it back!"

After speaking, he blushed a few steps and ran upstairs back to the bedroom. The wooden door was shut tightly with a "snap".

As a doctor with fairly good medical skills, Mr. Mori took a look at the contents of the plastic bag and knew that his wife was in a special period when the girl was sensitive, irritable, restless, and physically unwell. The strange expression of Nakaya when she entered the door also became reasonable.

Nakaya-kun is still a simple child, it is quite normal for him to be shy because he was entrusted to buy women's products.It would be different if it was him. If it was him, he might be able to carefully study the advantages and disadvantages of each variety...

So this kind of thing should be left to me, madam!

Rimbaud calmly took the bag and went into the bathroom again, unpacked a box and waited for a while before coming out—acting and doing a full set, which can solve many problems.

She took off the towel and covered her hair. As soon as she sat down, there was a cup of steaming hot water. The pungent smell of ginger was neutralized by sugar, making it fragrant and soft.

The towel on her head was picked up and gently wiped her half-dry long black hair.

His movements were very light, for fear of exacerbating her discomfort, the professor, who was not in her menstrual period, took a sip of sweet ginger tea.

Stretching his fingers and toes, Rimbaud sighed quite comfortably: "It's so warm."

"Will my stomach hurt? Do I need ibuprofen? I can prescribe it! It's best to stay in bed, remember the cycle carefully, and tell me if you feel uncomfortable?"

Anyway, he is also a military doctor, such a trivial matter is not a problem.

"It's okay, I'm a little tired, just take a nap..." She looked really tired, but it wasn't because of the unwarranted "menstrual period", but because of squatting on the beach for a long time.

The satisfaction of being needed by someone spontaneously arose, Madam let him tuck her into the bed softly, and Mr. Sen even got a grateful cheek kiss.

The lady in the weak period is quite a crime-inducing lady.

Although he became the leader of a criminal group, Mr. Mori still has a bottom line.In addition, he hugged the quilt and lay on one side, not daring to touch his wife, and guarded carefully.

"You rest well, and call me if you need it."

In fact, there was nothing wrong with it. Professor Rimbaud was just pretending to be ill. His conscience ached, he groaned twice, hugged the quilt and turned around, and after a while he fell into a dream with long breaths.

The child's body is already tired.

In the early morning, Guangjin Liulang came over to make breakfast again, and Rimbaud sneaked into the bathroom again before the person next to the pillow woke up... Let's take a shower, otherwise how can we explain that there is no smell of blood?

The shy lady is too cute!Mori Ogai, who opened his eyes as soon as the bathroom door was closed, rested his chin on one hand and laughed so hard that the judge could sentence him to life imprisonment.

During breakfast, Rimbaud saw a vase of white camellias on the dining table. The compact and huge flowers were full in shape and almost overflowed from the vase.

She stared at the vase several times, and Mr. Mori found her gaze and was in a good mood--Madam really likes these flowers and plants, it is really a safe hobby that cannot be safer.

"Do you like it? I saw it by accident on the way home from get off work. If I like it, I will bring it to you every time I come back."

Mr. Chief, who looked much younger than his actual age, was acting like any ordinary man in love at the moment.

White camellia—【How dare you despise my love】...?Professor Rimbaud's gaze shifted from the camellia to the smiling man opposite, his purple eyes had a little human warmth.

Things seem to be a little troublesome.

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