I'm such a big son

On this day, Miss Rimbaud changed her clothes and left Mr. Fukuzawa's house satisfied until the afternoon.

After thinking about it, it was not worth going to the port to work again, so he simply took Mr. Fukuzawa, who had a serious face but a little wandering eyes and steps, to his home.

This newly released boyfriend, even though he is a little older, must be known to the boys, as an explanation.

She still hadn't thought about marriage at all, but that wasn't a big deal.Mr. Fukuzawa was "bullied" by her in the bedroom until his eyes were watery, so he almost nodded and promised "I will give you my life". It doesn't matter whether he has the "title" that he particularly cares about. A friend introduces it as compensation...

Mr. Fukuzawa took advantage of her not paying attention and secretly rubbed his old waist back, and quickly returned to a dignified and upright standing posture in the next second - his lover is much younger than himself, and when the inexplicable vanity in the man's heart is satisfied, he will inevitably worry about other things question.

emmmmm... the kind that can only be felt, but cannot be expressed in words.

Rimbaud was in such a good mood that he didn't even wear his ridiculous light-colored plush earmuffs.She took off her coat and draped it over her arms. Her attire looked quite normal, and she attracted several times more eyes than usual when walking on the street.

Ladies only think that this is a handsome and feminine exotic guy, while men think that a handsome big beauty is attractive no matter how you look at it. Even the "loyal dog" with increasingly fierce eyes beside her can't stop people's yearning for beauty.

This situation continued until the two walked back downstairs to the apartment where Rimbaud lived, and bumped into Ryunosuke, Yin, and Aton who had come back from school.

"Mr. Fukuzawa!"

"Hello teacher!"

"President Fukuzawa."

The three children greeted Fukuzawa Yukichi in order of age, their faces were pure and innocent, and Mr. Swordsman blushed.

This... I really never expected to get out with the "student's parents". How should I put it...Fukuzawa Yukichi felt dizzy and lacked oxygen.I can't say I'm nervous, I just don't know what to say.He was originally a taciturn person, and he secretly thought that the young caregivers of these children were abducted, so he felt very sorry and even felt a little guilty in his conscience.

It was okay when he was walking on the road, and he focused all his attention on Rimbaud, who was unconsciously shining beside him. Now he bumped into the three youngest unconscious children at first glance, and Mr. Fukuzawa suddenly felt that he was a person similar to his junior brother Slag—Miss cadre is still very young, she is in the best time of a woman, she is like a diamond that has been carved and bloomed, and she will be the focus of attention immediately in any corner.

And he was the thief who stole the diamond with delight.

"Ah."

Ah, no, the guilt of committing crimes is getting heavier and heavier.

Mr. Fukuzawa nodded with a stern face. He looked the same as usual, but his reaction was a bit slower. A Dun, who is best at reading the air, thought it was weird.Ms. Rimbaud was surrounded by an invisible but very pleasant aura, and President Fukuzawa just... seemed to be blaming himself for something... had a fight?

"Are you back? Ah..."

Rimbaud originally wanted to ask why they came back so early, but then he remembered that he dragged Mr. Fukuzawa to skip a day's shift together, so that the cubs didn't get extra-curricular tutoring... So he shut up and switched to other topics : "What about Zhongye?"

There is no need for Dazai to ask. One day when he saves up enough money and is in a bad mood, he will be arrested and beaten for a breath, and the eldest son can't fool around at will.

It was Ryunosuke who answered her: "Eldest brother has been taking tutoring recently, and he will take the exam in half a month. Maybe he still has some problems with math, so..."

It means you will come back later.

Rimbaud didn't mind this, the access control was only effective for children who couldn't protect themselves.As for Zhong Ye, as long as he doesn't beat others to death, he will be lucky: "Well, it's okay. Go upstairs first, that...Mr. Fukuzawa is here as a guest today, I have something to tell you."

"Yes, Mr. Fukuzawa, please."

Ryunosuke always spoke politely, and he was very polite in his dealings with people, sometimes to the point of indifference and aloofness.It's not that he wants to be like this, it's probably because of his nature, people who don't know will think that this child is too cold and unfavorable-in fact, he is just too serious, too serious.

Fukuzawa Yukichi has often seen this child picking up his sister in the past few years, and he knows his temperament well, coupled with his inexplicable guilt, his attitude towards him is naturally more gentle.

Yin respected his kendo teacher very much. As soon as he heard that the teacher was coming to the house as a guest, he went to the front and led the way to open the elevator. Only A Dun stayed at the end at a loss.

He still felt that there must have been some dispute between Miss Rimbaud and President Fukuzawa somewhere they couldn't see, and the innocent child wanted to do something to bring the two adults back together——

——No need at all, Mr. Swordsman will be familiar with it if it is "better", the kind that can be served on the table.

"Well, Miss Lanbo didn't come back yesterday. We bought cherry cakes and put them in the refrigerator. Would you like to use some? There is also tea at home. It seems to be black tea. I wonder if President Fukuzawa can get used to it..."

He was incoherent and had nothing to say. Rimbaud nodded unconsciously and admitted his whereabouts very readily: "Yes, I went to the bar with Dazai yesterday afternoon and had a few drinks. I asked him to go home with Nakaya when it was a little late at night. .I met Mr. Fukuzawa when I was taking a walk outside to hangover, and I went to his house to spend the night by the way. I woke up at noon today..."

"Ahem...it's okay, you..."

Mr. Fukuzawa's heartbeat was one hundred and eight in an instant, and he stopped someone's unspoken words and changed the subject abruptly: "It's good to eat some sakura pancakes, hangover and cough relief, who prepared it?"

A Dun, who couldn't understand the interaction between adults, tilted his head and blinked his eyes: "The elder brother bought it, and he had to eat it last night, but after waiting for a long time, Miss Lanbo didn't come back, so the elder brother opened the door of the second brother's room." Kicked him in and beat him up. We persuaded them to leave for a long time in the middle of the night last night, but the house was not damaged, don’t worry.”

As long as the house is not collapsed, Rimbaud is not worried. He walked out of the elevator and waited for Ryunosuke to open the door with the Rashomon key. The living room has been cleaned and there is no one who has fought here. The bandages are more than usual. Dazai, who had doubled his thickness, was curled up on the sofa in pajamas and wrapped in a quilt, playing games.

"Ah~Miss Rimbaud, you are back~"

His voice was a little gruff, and Lan Bo walked in and looked down. The boy's exposed eye had a dark circle, and his face was also blue and purple, as if he had been beaten into a pig's head.

It was obviously too late to cry and complain now, and Miss Rimbaud was in a very good mood. Even if she knew who was right and who was wrong, she would definitely favor her son. A smart person like Dazai would not pick such a time to express his pain.He sat up and looked at the people who came in from behind, and went back to the room to change clothes silently with the quilt in his arms. His back looked so weak, pitiful and helpless...and he was very capable.

Lan Bo ignored him, took out his mobile phone and turned it on to make a call to his eldest son: "Yeah, I went to an acquaintance's house to spend the night yesterday, and today I will bring him home to recognize the door, and wait for you to come back for dinner."

She hung up the phone without waiting for the reaction of her son over there. She had no idea that Miss Hongye on the other end of the call offered a sip of black tea to the new red feather. Alice burst into tears instantly, and the cup in Mr. Mori's hand fell on The ground panicked and rushed over to comfort the little girl who was hit.

"Oh oh oh~ This is really, I never expected... It's a happy event after all. As Miss Rimbaud's colleague and friend, I have to prepare a gift to visit, oh?"

She touched the red and paper umbrella where the knife was hidden. Mr. Mori couldn't agree more, hugged Alice and burped the little girl: "Yes, Miss Rimbaud is a very important veteran cadre of PortMafia. The leader must attend to save face for his subordinates. I am waiting for Mafia, it is not something that can be played casually..."

As he spoke, he gritted his teeth, looking quite upset.

Before Chuya Nakahara could react, Ms. Hongye's subordinates had already delivered a traditional gift box. The bewildered Mr. Oda was called into the chief's office to help carry the things. The young man was confused and pushed the hat on his head. out of the building—

As I said before, Miss Rimbaud's house is not too far from the port building, and it took Rimbaud a call for his eldest son in four to ten minutes... The doorbell of the apartment was rang.

It was Arden who was driven out to open the door.

Yin Gao was busy in the kitchen happily, the eldest brother was not at home, the second brother...forget it, the boy who felt he was already a man sat beside his "mother" drinking tea and playing chess with the guests.

If Rimbaud, whose painting style is not quite right, is not sitting in the middle, this is probably a very harmonious "master-student" game picture.

Rimbaud probably played a little chess, but he knew nothing about Go. The dense black and white chess pieces made her feel sleepy for a while.

At this moment, the doorbell rang, and A Dun, who was helping in the kitchen, washed his hands and ran to the entrance to open the door.

The bright smile on the young boy's face disappeared immediately after seeing who was outside.

Rimbaud suddenly disappeared in the later stage of the "Leading Protest" before, and Mr. Mori took all the children into the PortMafia building to work. The kind-hearted and even a little inferior child was most afraid of this middle-aged middle-aged man who couldn't feel emotions at all. uncle.

"Dun Jun, good night."

"Ye, Yean...Mr. Mori."

Firstly, the gentleman lowered his eyes and said hello. The trembling Nakajima Atsushi stepped aside, and he walked into the entrance quite naturally, as if he followed his own house. Alice jumped straight into Rimbaud's arms with two twitches, and Hongye shook her head behind her. Without saying a word, Chuya pushed Sakunosuke Oda into the house, closed the door at the end by himself, and went to the shoe cabinet to search for slippers for the guests.

The living room of Rimbaud's house is relatively large, with the Steinway left behind by the previous owner in the corner, which looks very refreshing and simple European style.But sitting on the sofa in the middle of the living room, two people, one old and one young playing chess, forcibly twisted the style of painting to the traditional direction.

After the new guests were seated one by one, the atmosphere here became even more strange-it always felt like PortMafia was going to beat up the president of the Armed Detective Agency...

"Ah... I'm going to help in the kitchen."

"I...I'm going too."

Mr. Oda picked up Aden, who was shivering among the big bosses, and fled into the kitchen. Dazai, who hid in the room early and claimed to change his clothes, reappeared in his previous pajamas. People pay attention to the position to sit down and hold the pillow and wait for the show.

Ms. Rimbaud, who was sitting in the main seat, and Mr. Fukuzawa's boss on the right, were drinking coffee calmly.

Miss Rimbaud is so calm!