I'm such a big son

Of course, she could smell the vinegar scent overflowing from Mr. Fukuzawa's body. A little possessiveness between lovers is part of the taste. Miss Rimbaud does not reject her boyfriend's jealousy.

The only thing I didn't expect was that such a reserved person as Fukuzawa Yukichi would express his negative emotions so clearly... She thought that he would be sullen and angry for a few days at most, but unexpectedly this person went all the way to "the place where the incident happened" "Come.

To be honest, Miss Rimbaud didn't like it very much when she suddenly became so clingy.

"What did you encounter?"

If you don't have a plausible reason, just wait to be dumped!

She was wearing the color that she gave herself, and she stood in front of her like a wife and asked softly, the strange anxiety in Fukuzawa Yukichi's heart suddenly subsided.He stretched out his hand to smooth the center of her frowning brows, lowered his head and kissed her lightly, frightened Kunikida Doppo who followed behind and planned to explain——President, if you are not well, just blink your eyes, don't scare us like this!

"I'm fine, just a little worried about you."

"I'm worried that the old self will be unable to protect you in the future, and I'm worried that there will be a younger and more handsome man who will take you away from me." The big hand that has been holding a knife all year round covered her gently. lips, he rarely sped up his speech and continued before she got angry: "I understand that you are stronger than me, but this does not prevent me from worrying about my lover."

"It's a taste that I have never tasted in my life. It is not limited by reason. No matter what I see, I will think of you, even small things like the wilting of branches and flowers make me suddenly worry about it."

Fukuzawa Yukichi showed a helpless expression, as if pampering his naughty little daughter: "You have won, Miss Rimbaud, I am willing to bow my head and surrender."

The old man who doesn't like to talk about love is killing people. Kunikida Doppo, who has been completely petrified, weathered and deserted, is dragged away by Osamu Dazai and drives to pick up Ranpo Edogawa, who was thrown by his "natural" adoptive father in the special agent department. I plan to continue eating this bowl of old dog food.

Rimbaud raised his arms and encircled Fukuzawa Yukichi's head and neck in his forward posture. Seeing the tension and earnestness in his eyes and the increasingly scarlet color at the base of his ears, she let out a "puchi" laugh, and wrapped her arms around Fukuzawa Yukichi's head and neck. He leaned closer together slowly: "Okay, I decided to pardon you."

If it wasn't for the bad environment, Rimbaud might have done something to make him blush even more.But right now, considering that this is still the gate of the school, she just pulled him to exchange a lingering wet kiss, and then let her boyfriend lazily let her take a taxi home with her in his arms.

The housekeeper had already been here, and the living room and bedroom were tidied up. On the dining table were two servings of glutinous rice with red beans sandwiched between them, and a fat snapper with a head and a tail lying on a long plate.

Fukuzawa Yukichi glanced at the dining table, and almost tripped himself... You all know too much!

But Rimbaud didn't hate having ready-made food to eat. She jumped down and hooked the door panel and knocked on the door to close it. She pushed the silver-haired man behind the door and couldn't move forward or back.

"Why are you nervous, or... looking forward to it?"

Even a sage couldn't bear it when he wrapped his lover, who was wearing sexless clothes with an interesting effect, around him softly and coquettishly.

Two pairs of clogs were thrown on top of each other in the hallway by the owner, and Mr. Fukuzawa's bedroom door opened and closed again.

Forget about him, big things have to wait until later.

……

In the evening, Rimbaud woke up from hunger.Mr. Fukuzawa, who woke up almost at the same time as her, had already done some self-reflection. He found a clean bathrobe, wrapped her up and sent her to the bathroom. Cold meals couldn't be more convenient.

The sound of splashing water stopped, and he turned out a hair dryer out of nowhere and sat at the dining table waiting for her: "I called the housekeeper, and she said that rubbing hard with a towel would hurt the hair."

"Oh……"

Rimbaud casually put on his bathrobe and didn't even tie it properly, revealing a large area of ​​white chest, and the curvy snow mound was about to come out, so he sat on the stool and stretched out his hand to ask for the hair dryer, intending to dry his hair by himself.Fukuzawa Yukichi quite consciously got up and bent down from behind to help her untie and retie the yukata belt, and tidy the neckline evenly.

Even so, Miss Rimbaud is still charming as hell, but fortunately, Mr. Fukuzawa has accepted and faced up to this helpless thing: "Put on your clothes and be careful not to catch a cold."

"It's not cold at all in your house."

The cold symptoms diagnosed as mental illness have long been unknown when they will heal without medicine. Now she can only say that she is afraid of cold at most, which is no longer as exaggerated as it was a few years ago.

The hair dryer buzzed and worked hard for more than ten minutes. Rimbaud's long hair was slicked by her boyfriend. She couldn't help secretly wondering if he thought she was a stray cat picked up by him?

After confirming that there was no need to continue drying Mr. Fukuzawa, he unplugged the appliance and put it aside. He was sitting opposite Rimbaud pushing the rice bowl in front of her: "Aren't you hungry?"

"oh oh!"

The wandering young lady hurriedly withdrew her thoughts and lowered her head to eat the rice. She stopped and waited for the slow-moving older man when she no longer felt the burning sensation in her stomach.

Rimbaud never entered the kitchen at home. She could cook a boiled egg without flowering, and the sons were thankful. It can be seen that life skills are basically... There are no skills at all.Fukuzawa Yukichi was born in a Kansai samurai family. As the youngest son and a young master, naturally he cannot be expected to do housework.The two moved the used bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen sink, turned on the faucet to fill it with water, and turned off the faucet. Well, the tidying work was over.

Ms. Rimbaud felt that she should change her clothes and go home to have a look after she was full. Otherwise, she would lose her old face when the eldest son came to kill someone. After all... I have to go back to show my face, and today I skipped another day of work. Tomorrow no matter what I have to go to the port building to report, otherwise there may be news that the cadre Lantang has disappeared for no reason... ＿(:з」∠)＿

As soon as she stood up, Fukuzawa Yukichi just reached out to hold her arm. Rimbaud tilted his head and looked over in doubt. Mr. Swordsman coughed: "Today in the Supernatural Secret Service... there is an idiot who asked me to dispatch Assassinate Lan Tang, a senior cadre in PortMafia, I refuse, you...be careful recently."

oh!She almost forgot that Mr. Fukuzawa's old profession is similar to her own, except that his employer is more prestigious, which is a government department.Then, Rimbaud managed to turn the corner in his mind—the senior cadre of PortMafia, Lan Tang... emmmmmmm, isn't that himself?

"Eh?"

Whether you are a freelance killer or a cadre of the Yakuza, you are already psychologically prepared for being assassinated by others. Rimbaud wonders which idiot actually put his idea on Fukuzawa Yukichi... Isn't this bullying the elderly? ?There are basically no people over the age of 35 in the killer circle, and most of them change careers after earning enough pension money for the rest of their lives.

Even so, very few people live to the end of their lives—there are always young people who want to stand out and step on the tombstones of their predecessors.

She suddenly found it interesting.First, Mori Ogai said unabashedly that "I will borrow your subordinate's life", and then his own life was also missed by others——

"Is it for the opening license of the ability?"

Mr. Fukuzawa didn't speak, just nodded silently.

"Understood, I will pay attention... Tell me, do you need me to kill that idiot? Does he have any enemies? By the way, make some extra money." No wonder he would go directly to school to block her in the morning , Not to mention, I almost forgot about it in the past.Being bullied to the top, Miss Rimbaud felt that she had a legitimate reason to make trouble.

However, Mr. Fukuzawa indicated with his eyes that this was impossible.

Rimbaud could only shrug his shoulders regretfully: "Okay, I'll listen to you and spare him once. By the way, why did you refuse?"

"I said I couldn't beat you, and it's true. In terms of supernatural powers, apart from Chuya Chuya's gravity manipulation, your space is probably the only unsolvable existence. It is precisely because of this that PortMafia's fighting strength is too eye-catching that it will There are government members who have made such unwise moves."

Fukuzawa Yukichi feels that it is not a shame to beat his lover, and he has no psychological burden on it.

Hearing this, Rimbaud slammed his fist on the table: "You don't need superpowers to chase me until there is no place to hide, okay! It's not that the subspace cannot be inhabited, but the problem is that I have to come out to supply supplies, right? Sooner or later I have to be found out." Fighting melee... I'm really not good at melee swordsmanship..."

"..."

Fukuzawa Yukichi spoke slowly, but he could only complain with his eyes: "Are you ashamed to say that you are not good at melee combat?"

"Really! I always try to avoid hand-to-hand combat with people, it's too scary~Hands hurt~ah...I'm so weak..."

Miss Rimbaud of the lazy version limited edition started to roll around the dining table, stopped in a circle and asked suddenly: "I remember that you also seem to have supernatural powers. I haven't seen it before. What's the effect?"

Mr. Fukuzawa: "..."

"Superhuman beings do not create, assisting, can help the subordinates I recognize to control their own abilities..."

"Fuck! Synchronized increase and decrease rate!"

Rimbaud was so scared that he got up and sat down: "This kind of ability similar to 'Great Educator' is rarer than the top-level combat ability. You can create an army by yourself."

"Don't speak foul language." He slightly staggered his eyes with a little embarrassment: "There is nothing to be surprised about. It can help lost young people find their way. I think it's good even if they can't fight."

"so……"

She lay back on the table again, sullen, and it took a while before she said a word: "My adoptive father, Baudelaire, was feared by the government because of his supernatural ability [Flower of Evil], which can see everything and read people's hearts, and eventually died because of it. You... don't use supernatural powers on a large scale, just do it like this, run a detective agency, raise a few children... As long as people are alive, no matter whether they have ideals or ambitions, one day they will find that they can use another kind of power. The form is realized."

"The world is round, and all things lead to the same goal. It was not until a long time later that I understood what my father's words meant."