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

After taking the cheap son from school to the workplace, Mr. Sen was satisfied and told the organization to get off work on time today.

The old Mr. Guangjin sent Chuya home before leaving get off work, and the leader had to stay in the office to deal with the work that could not be completed in time.

He is probably the only one in PortMafia who can think with his brain. In order not to let this organization go off track, Mori Ogai can only be willing to become a slave and safety valve of the organization, and keep an eye on those violent elements who are ready to move—violence is not a problem. The use of violence is not a problem, the problem is how to artistically transform violence into profit, instead of running around like wild boars in the streets and alleys.

The person who holds the reins must be awake at all times, otherwise the carriage under him will rush out of the cliff and into the abyss with him.

……

"I am back!"

The orange-haired boy first expressed his gratitude to the old man who sent him back, then opened the entrance door and walked in. The living room lit with orange lights was very warm.

Rimbaud sat on the carpet with his bare feet, his pajama skirt rolled up his legs, and he didn't pay attention: "Are you back? Wash your hands and get ready to eat!"

"what?"

Is someone cooking at home?Her cooking is unpalatable and dangerous, and she never enters the kitchen unless necessary for the physical and mental health of her family members.

Guangjin Liulang left at the right time, and Zhongya closed the door, changed his shoes, and walked into the bathroom to wash his hands.When he came out again, there was a round pottery pot on the table, and the contents inside looked very beautiful in color.

He shook his still watery hands and went to the dining table to carefully study the food in the clay pot, and the sound of lazy footsteps got closer and closer: "What! If Chuya eats it, the ingredients in the pot will probably cry ?”

Osamu Dazai walked out of the kitchen with a swollen head on his head, only two sets of bowls and chopsticks in his hands, and made it clear that no one was welcome to join.

Rimbaud was also curious, got up from the carpet and walked over to the edge of the table to observe hard: "What's inside?"

"Green peppers, chicken, cress, carrots... there seems to be beef and eggs?"

The ingredients are all sorted and cleaned. What he does is to pick out the ones with good colors from the refrigerator, and throw them into the pot after boiling hot water for a while. Turn the cans out and pour them in.

The final result looks colorful and beautiful, but the taste is just... He hasn't tasted it himself, so he doesn't know.

Finally, someone in the family lit up a quite practical cooking skill tree. In order to encourage Dazai to continue to develop this skill, Rimbaud took the initiative to climb up on the stool and stood up, picked up his chopsticks, picked up a shredded green pepper, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it.

In the next second, she fell to the ground without warning, but fortunately Zhong was on the side to catch her in time.

"What did you put in there?!"

The orange-haired boy was so frightened that his hands trembled—even if he had lost his way with his mother to the Taisho period when the ghost was born, he had never been afraid, but he never imagined that one day she would suddenly fall down.

Dazai was also taken aback: Judging from his unremitting suicide experience, everything on the counter is safe and edible, and there is no taboo that the ingredients that are mixed together must not go bad or cannot be eaten at the same time.

So, how do good people pass out when they pass out?They would have almost called an ambulance if they hadn't found that Rimbaud was breathing steadily and normally.

"Does Miss Rimbaud have a history of allergies?" The only thing I can think of right now is this, and Chuya shook his head: "No, neither peanuts nor penicillin. I have never seen her allergic. You put things here that may cause allergies ?”

"I don't know. I just put whatever is in the bottle. Normally, aren't they all seasonings for daily use?"

The black-haired boy walked back and opened each bottle and read it again. Chuya put Rimbaud on the sofa and covered him with a blanket: "Otherwise, I'd better call the hospital."

"Wait a minute!"

The ready-made doctor at home is just the time to come in handy.There are many people in the hospital, and it is very likely that there will be enemies that are not good for Rimbaud. Osamu Dazai does not want to take this risk.

She is not only Professor Rimbaud in the university, but also the wife of the leader of PortMafia.

Half an hour later, the black commercial vehicle stopped outside the gate. Ozaki Koyo, a cadre of the intelligence team who is good at close-range assassinations, got out of the car and personally hugged the professor into the car. Dazai and Chuya followed behind with food samples. The car quickly started and drove in again. night.

"PortMafia Medical has equipment available for testing, which is much easier and quicker than queuing at the hospital."

She explained briefly and let the driver drive the car on a rampage.

After rushing all the way to the port, there were naturally people waiting to transfer patients on the first floor of the building. Mr. Sen was busy with a stethoscope and a thermometer and came to a conclusion—"Fall asleep? Show me the sample."

Chef Dazai's strange dinner was not harmful to human beings. Seeing this, the black-haired boy stretched out his hand and stuffed an egg into his mouth with lightning speed. Completely unconscious.

"..."

"This is the first time I've seen anyone who can make food like this!"

Finally solved the case, Mr. Mori sighed and put away the inspection equipment and ordered someone to clean up the room and let Chuya go to rest.Anyway, the work of these two days has to be completed tonight, and by the way, I can watch over my wife so that the "illness" can be observed.

As for the culprit?Just throw it on the hospital bed in the treatment room, and cover it with a quilt at most, nothing more.

Mori Ogai happily hugged the legal loli and went back to the office to continue working overtime, and Ozaki Momiji covered his mouth with a smile and took Zhongya to rest.

Before leaving, the orange-haired boy picked up Dazai Osamu who was lying on the ground and threw him on the hospital bed. He almost walked out of the door, then turned back and shook off the quilt to wrap him up like a "farewell ceremony for the corpse", and deliberately placed it on the head of the bed. A sheet of blank A4 printing paper for photos.

"naughty!"

Koye Ozaki liked this clean-minded young man very much, and she had some guesses about the leader's attitude, so she naturally took care of him with all her heart, let him play pranks, and then took him to dinner and supper and urged him to wash and sleep early.

Mr. Mori, who was flooded with documents in the office, released a supernatural life form, focusing on his work while paying attention to his wife's state.

She slept soundly, lying sideways on the sofa, her hands clenched into fists, like a child who lacked a sense of security.No, her current body shape is in the form of a child.Perhaps people's psychology is indeed affected by their physical condition. The usually mature and steady lady behaved a little younger after shrinking. It doesn't make people feel naive, but a little more cute.

Mori Ogai put the documents he had read on the desk neatly and sorted into different categories, with the corners and gaps neatly fitted, which can definitely cure severe obsessive-compulsive disorder.The work of procrastination will not be complete until the hour hand of the pendulum clock points to "four", and the sun will rise again in a few hours, when more new problems will be delivered to him.

Endlessly, endlessly.

She has always slept soundly, with a peaceful face.Looking at this picture, he suddenly understood his teacher Natsume Soseki's desire to protect the city of Yokohama - not because the city is beautiful, but because there are people in this city who make us feel good about life.

Even if it's just for this person, we are willing to protect this city, so that the night here will be peaceful forever.

Waving his hand to dismiss the supernatural life form, the leader's office was so quiet that only two breathing sounds could be heard.Mori Ogai sat beside Rimbaud and watched for a while, and unconsciously leaned on the sofa and fell asleep around her—the lady slept so soundly, it was enviable!

This feeling lasts until the biological clock kicks in.

Mr. Mori shook his numb left arm and stood up to straighten his clothes. Without opening the shade, he sat in the darkness that was still as thick as night, waiting for his subordinates to send various reports.

"Hirotsu, when Dazai wakes up, give him the guerrilla unit that has been abandoned for a long time. You and Koyo Ozaki will take Chuya-kun with you in stages."

The elegant old man bowed slightly, brought the leader back with the results of the various tasks he had dealt with last night, and sent someone to bring in breakfast by the way.

The guards outside the office did not dare to breathe loudly, for fear that someone would be "fired" if they gasped too loudly.

For those who have been fired, it is very troublesome to deal with it afterwards!

Usually the busiest time period in the morning usually lasts for more than an hour, and the office can return to quiet after the documents are entered and exited.The new leader is not a person who likes to be lively, and he doesn't like others to hang around him when they have nothing to do. Therefore, those who are qualified to submit documents will leave one by one after reporting their work, so as not to disturb Mr. Sen's thinking.

Mr. Sen's fear of noise has become especially serious today.

On weekdays, the leader could still give full play to his patience and listen to what everyone wanted to say, but this morning he didn't give anyone any chance at all. If you still don’t understand within 5 minutes, please stand quietly in the corridor outside the office and clear your mind. When you have figured out what to say and when to go in, the second time will be a little more tolerant than the first time—you can have 10 minutes to explain If you don't understand the content of your work, you don't need to come in.

Here's a friendly reminder - the "don't come" of the PortMafia flow must not have a good result.

The few warriors who submitted the work report at the beginning stood in a row in the corridor tremblingly, and the people behind learned their lesson and thought things through before asking to come in and report in a low voice.The busy work didn't come to an end until close to eleven o'clock in the morning, and the PortMafia stranded in the corridor were finally forgiven and dispersed.

"It's like a good-for-nothing uncle who collects waste from a waste recycling station..." He complained in a low voice, and got up to look at the treasure hidden deep in the office.

Professor Rimbaud turned over and continued to sleep in a small ball, his long eyelashes cast a small shadow on his cheek.

Mori Ogai stretched out a finger to gently caress her cheek, and the fingertips brushed the thrilling bright red on the cheek: "Madam..."

I found myself as if... falling in love with you, one morning for some reason, after signing the marriage agreement for several years.

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

Mr. Dazai

biochemical madman

Professor Rimbaud

unfortunate accident

Mr. Nakahara

fell into the bowl

Mr Mori...

full of metamorphosis

Desperately save Shuang Gengjun!

Brother Rui's father returned to work in Jinan today, and my time will gradually return to normal.Everyone who is not in a hurry to start school and work, stay at home obediently, and must protect yourself.For a writer like me, each of you is extremely important.