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

"Hey, Mr. Mori, don't you have anything to say to me?"

Miss Rimbaud tightened Mori Ogai's tie with her right hand and wrapped it around her wrist, and she easily pulled the long-haired man in a state of dementia after being hit by the halo of dementia.

This distance is really close, so close that he can carefully see the shape of the playful little freckles on her face - heart-shaped, so cute.

"Do you want to hear what I have to say, ma'am?"

Give me a script, I can read from now until tomorrow morning!

There was nothing in his mind that Professor Rimbaud wanted to hear. Mr. Sen took the initiative to hold his wife's little hand on his heart: "Have you caught a cold? I smell the salty smell of sea water, and the wisteria emanating from Mrs. The scent of flowers doesn't match well. The kidnappers took you to the beach?"

Rimbaud suddenly realized.

ah……!It is the smell, the most difficult to deal with and the most easily overlooked.

Everyone who lives at home has a different smell, and often only those who are very close can remember and discover it.She tilted her head and sniffed Mori Ogai's neck—well, the smell of disinfectant was mixed with a little wisteria flower that could hardly be smelled.

If so, the sudden appearance of the steward, and today's PortMafia team, has a good reason.

She loosened his tie, and Mr. Sen immediately raised his hand to cover his neck, which was swept by her breath, and retreated far away: "Madam, don't make trouble. Are you injured?"

The little lady raised her leg and broke the leg of the stool Mori Ogai was sitting on. The latter was lying on the carpet with wide eyes and bewildered. A small white foot prevented him from getting up.

"Need I remind you? Dr. Sen, are you hiding something from me? Although we reached an agreement not to interfere with each other's life before marriage, as a wife, I hope that when I sign your death notice in the future, I won't be too Surprised."

That’s how it is, Mr. Vest, have a good journey...

Being stepped on his chest, Mr. Sen simply gave up struggling and tried to deny it: "I have regular physical examinations, and I am in good health. I haven't found any lesions yet..."

She suddenly laughed, bent forward and put a little more effort into her feet: "What are you talking about? Do you want me to help you to the hospital?"

"Ah... I mean, please give me a moment to reorganize the language!"

A little out of breath, maybe just nervous or too excited.

Rimbaud let go of his foot and gave him a chance: "Oh, yes."

She still has a temporary task, first put Mori Ogai aside, and wait for the assassin to be killed before going back to have a good "chat" with him.

The girl's delicate white feet moved away from her chest, and Mr. Sen immediately got up from the carpet: "Eating cake? Playing with Alice sauce? It's not time to get off work, Madam can think ahead and want to see you at the dinner table What."

He smiled and opened the door of the medical room for her, intending to invite his wife to the safer roof garden to sit and kill time.

"There is a platform between the floors, and some seasonal flowers are planted. Do you need Alice and Mr. Dazai to accompany your wife?"

Although the leader was gentle, he had never smiled so sincerely.The shrunken Professor Rimbaud walked in front of him and ordered him without politeness, and Mr. Mori, who never said a word "no", completely confirmed the reputation of perverted lolicon.

After taking the elevator and walking through two corridors, the interior of the PortMafia building is like a maze.Not knowing where the opponent would come out from, Miss Professor glanced around from under her eyelashes.

There are two guards about every ten meters, and there are armed forces at the junction of the corner and the corridor. The range of surveillance cameras is staggered, and there is no blind spot that cannot be photographed.It would be difficult to sneak in alone if it wasn't for those with special abilities in the space system.

So, is there any place that can bypass the heavy guards and easily reach any place in the office building?

Oh, and the rooftop garden rivals can't go there.There are no ventilation ducts that can exploit loopholes, and there are no load-bearing columns that can cause visual misalignment. It is difficult to find a way to directly kill the "boss" except for ultra-long-range sniping.

At this moment, Professor Rimbaud has thoroughly figured out Mr. Sen's occupation.

Isn't he the new leader of PortMafia?Make it seem like it's a rarity... nothing but endless troubles, what a rarity!

Miss Professor, who works for the Supernatural Secret Service Division, can't wait to kick the licking dog around her from upstairs.

Get things done!It's all you!bother!

Strictly speaking, the roof garden is a regular place for drinking tea belonging to intelligence cadre Koyo Ozaki, and usually no one dares to go there to provoke the lady cadre who is not easy to mess with at all.

But today is different. It is said that the leader ordered Dazai to bring him a short and cute little girl from the outside. This guy actually called that little girl "Madam" in a grand manner?

This is not a problem on the same level as playing house with one's own superpowers. This... obviously should be handed over to the police and locked up for a lifetime!

We have violated the law and committed a crime. The crime is not minor, and we may die a bad death one day in the future... But we cannot accept this kind of crime.

Seeing the little girl appearing among the flowers for the first time, Ms. Ozaki Momiji felt that the precious sword in the umbrella handle was a bit hungry and thirsty.

"Oh, Mr. Mori, this is the child in the legend?" She emphasized the accent on the word "child", and Mori Ogai pretended that he didn't hear anything, and picked Rimbaud up and let her sit He walked to the tea table and sat down on his own arm.

"This is my wife, a French professor."

He put her next to him, and worked hard on the cushions and pillows. Except that he couldn't eat for Professor Rimbaud, he didn't leave others to do everything for him.

"There are wagashi here, do you like it?"

"The taste of matcha is too bitter, should I replace it with black tea?"

"Try the maple leaf steamed buns?"

"Ma'am, ah~ Is it sweet?"

Really unable to see the immature girl being brutally tortured, Miss Hongye rudely said to the delirious leader in an extremely gentle tone: "Shut up, old lady, or I will sew your mouth shut!"

Professor Rimbaud's eyes lit up, his eyelashes opened and closed, and he smiled at the lady in red sitting across from her.

"Jeanne Attila Nicole Rimbaud, professor of French and Latin at the Department of Western Languages, Faculty of Foreign Languages, University of Tokyo, became like this because of some small accidents."

"Ozaki Momiji, PortMafia executive."

Knowing that the leader didn't really violate the law in this regard, Miss Hongye finally relaxed her fork grip—it's great, I don't have to rack my brains to find a way to stab the new boss to death...

The two ladies completely left a certain man behind, drank tea and chatted happily, and suddenly found themselves isolated by Mr. Mori: "..."

Why?Why!

Why can Madam increase the favorability of strangers to such a high level wherever she goes...

An hour later, Miss Hongye called for someone to come and pack the tea set, and returned to work by herself early, leaving room for Mr. Chief, who was about to drown in the vinegar jar.

Those who were allowed to come in to do the cleaning were not considered members of the lower class. When one of them bent over and walked past Rimbaud, she suddenly deliberately smashed the teacup in her hand at his feet.

In the next second, Mr. Mori was kicked sideways by his wife into the dense hydrangeas. The ground where he was standing just now was lifted up, and the shrapnel of the copper reinforced bullet was deeply embedded in the solidified concrete.Before the guards could react, the man whose body was smashed by Rimbaud smashed the broken porcelain rushed towards Mori Ogai who had just stood up from the mud and was clapping ashes with a dagger in his hand.

"Tsk!" Miss Professor moved faster than him, and the pale golden light flashed like a light bird jumping on a branch and landed on the opponent's shoulder.The fingertip was the table knife she had just used to cut dim sum, and the blood spurted out after the silver glow splashed on Mori Ogai's shoe.

"Oh, I can't wear it anymore, and the lady's skirt is too... Shall we go to a dress shop together later?"

First of all, the gentleman is in a very happy mood at the moment, the color of the hat and hair are still normal, so happy, even if the wife has another job, it will not make him more headache.

Isn’t it just Zuizhou, isn’t it just being employed by the Supernatural Secret Service Division, isn’t it just being er, isn’t it just killing his four cadres... As long as the wife is happy, he is fine, it really doesn’t matter, really, huh!

"Visit your sister's dress shop!"

Miss Professor threw away the blood-stained knife, jumped up and grabbed her husband by the collar and gave him an over-the-shoulder slap: "You fucking cheated on me by cheating on marriage, I'll give you a ride!" !"

"Ah! Take it easy, ma'am! Be careful of your hands hurting!"

"Forget it if I beat you to death!"

"what--!"

Knowing that the leader was attacked and rushing to plead guilty, Hirotsu Yananami met outside the glass door of the roof garden the intelligence team cadre Ozaki Momiji who had gone back and forth, and the black-haired boy Dazai Osamu who was adopted by the leader.

The three waved their subordinates and stood outside the garden gate listening for a while, then turned around and walked out with the black line.

Let’s throw this leader into the trash can and don’t want it. Just ask your wife to sit in PortMafia to preside over the overall situation. I feel that it will be more honorable for everyone to go out and do errands...

After passionately beating domestic garbage for more than half an hour, the tired Professor Rimbaud finally reluctantly stopped.If he hadn't been killed, he would have forced himself to work overtime. I really wish I could just shoot this guy to death.

"Get up!" She stretched out her foot and kicked Mr. Sen who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead. The man who noticed that his wife's anger was fading quickly grabbed her ankle before she could retract it in time, and slowly moved her fingers on the smooth and delicate skin. Slowly rubbing, he smiled quite awkwardly: "Madam..."

I was so angry that I didn't kill myself, Madam really loves me deeply!

Hehe, you are thinking too much, Mr. Mori!

Mori Ogai let her still step on him, sat up from the ground and sat up, his purple eyes reflected the large groups of hydrangea balls full of soft ripples:

"Ma'am, only you can trample on me and my dignity like this... and, fortunately, Miss Zuizhou."

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

vest gentleman

both return west

Professor Domestic Violence

Mori sensei

farming chief

Scheming

How

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Employee household registration

There is no name for an overseas killer.

Go Wuhan!

Remind everyone that please actively learn from Boss Gou Wuyan in the near future, and hide at home and don't run around.Drink plenty of water, eat more fruits, and open windows for ventilation. Don't believe in rumors, don't spread rumors, and don't be afraid. We can get through this epidemic together in two weeks at most.In addition, salute to all the medical personnel, whether you are fighting on the front line or not, we feel safe with you.

Except for Mr. Sen!

感谢在2020-01-2616:05:49~2020-01-2713:35:43期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: Big beans are 2 lentils; 1 Anjing;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：千诺凌62瓶；不知所谓包40瓶；茶茶33瓶；墨唯颜15瓶；浮世清欢10瓶；冰镇酸梅汤7瓶；五柳先生3瓶；soired、明九溪1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!