I'm such a big son

"Yeah, are you done talking?"

Dazai, who lowered his head and frantically pressed the PSP button, didn't lift his head to make fun of it. Rimbaud, who walked out of the study, raised his hand and chiseled him on the head. He looked at the wall clock on the wall and coughed to clear his throat: "What time is it?"

I couldn't help but look up at the Lanbo's children to look at the bell.

Desperate to apply for graduation in advance, the orange-haired boy who is excellent in all subjects throws away the PSP, flashes a red light and runs back to the bedroom with a supernatural power, sleeps quickly, wakes up early, and goes to Tokyo for class. Bodo arranged for the team to wash up too late, and only Dazai, who was still covering his head, and Ranbu, who was pouting, were left in the living room.

Mr. Fukuzawa said from behind the unclosed study door: "Ranbu."

"Hey, hey, hey! Got it, got it!"

The young man stood up from the plush carpet on his knees, walked into the study and closed the door. Finally, Dazai grinned at Rimbaud with a "hehe" smile: "I will remember to lock the door and sleep soundly, don't worry!"

Rimbaud glared at him: "Do you want to be beaten?"

"Well! It's all because Miss Rimbaud is too perfect. I want to find a beautiful woman to die with, but I can't find a lady who can catch my eye~" He moved forward playfully, Rimbaud raised his hand and pressed the black hairy head in a mess Rubbing: "It's a pity that I'm not interested in anyone younger than me. Do you have an Oedipus complex?"

The black-haired boy showed a sly smile: "Maybe, Miss Rimbaud is not a standard Electra? On average, the lovers she finds are more than ten years older than me... They all say that I am the real one, so I must keep pace with you chant~"

"Go away." She pushed her head angrily and pushed him away: "In the future, I will be thankful that no girl will come to you with a child in her arms to ask for justice."

He giggled and put his hands in his pockets and leisurely walked up the stairs to the bedroom. Rimbaud turned off the living room light and went back to the room. When he thought about changing his pajamas, he couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.This child really likes to worry about places where people can't see him. The bear is a bear, and when he is soft, he is really painful.

Really, if he didn't have such a side, he would probably have been beaten to death outside.

Tonight is quite something to look forward to.

……

Rimbaud got up late the next morning.

A group of kids pretended that they didn't know anything, those who should go to work should go to school, even the famous detective Edogawa Ranpo was very smart and didn't ask if anyone had seen his adoptive father... This is simply obvious, Where do I need to open my mouth to ask? !

After breakfast and the chestnut cake silver kept in the refrigerator, the young man got up and followed the two manga books, closed the door and followed the homeless Dazai Osamu to leave Rimbaud's house.Yesterday, when he completed the commission and wanted to find his adoptive father, he deduced that he would be at Miss Rimbaud's place. He fumbled around until he got lost, and then he was sent to the police station for future affairs.Now I want to go back to the detective agency, if there is no one to guide the way, and the ghost knows whether he can touch the place before dawn tomorrow, it happens that this smart person who is slightly worse than himself is there, and the honor of escorting a famous detective will be given to him.

Dazai wanted to go to Sakunosuke Oda to complain and chat, so he used his lack of knowledge of the road as an excuse to run to the Armed Detective Agency with the cheek to grab another lunch.After the new year is over, I have to obediently go to an art school to learn to draw. Thinking about it, I am a little excited~

All are happy.

It was high in the sun, and Rimbaud was only woken up by the sun shining on his face through the curtains. Last night's trouble was a bit too much, and today his waist is a little numb, tsk.She rubbed her forehead and closed her eyes to touch the pajamas that she didn't know where she had thrown away. The outstretched hand was held in the palm of someone's palm, and the quilt was pulled up to cover her bare shoulders.

"you're awake?"

The deep and hoarse voice was close to his ears. Rimbaud opened one eye and saw Fukuzawa Yukichi who had already changed his clothes and came to help him cover the quilt. He smiled with a corner of his mouth: "Bonjourbaiser?"

Then, when the other party didn't understand and was stupefied, he stretched his arms and leaned over to get the good morning kiss he wanted. The point is to kiss, is it important who kisses whom?

The quilt that covered her body slipped off again, and she retreated openly and leaned on the pillow to let the sun shine on her body. The innocent Mr. Swordsman didn't dare to lift his eyes at all, and said to him from left to right: "I'll take breakfast hot."

"Oh……"

Miss Rimbaud, who got up in the morning and flirted with her lover, took the pajamas from him and put them on contentedly.Mr. Fukuzawa put her on the sofa without complaint, then turned around and went back to get her plush slippers.The temperature control equipment was kept on, and the room was as warm as spring.

Rimbaud watched his lover Diandian brought him slippers, lazily stretched out his feet and stuffed them into the shoes, got up and went into the bathroom.Only then did Mr. Fuze let out a sigh of relief. He was afraid that she would be kicked out of the bedroom if she was hurt and dissatisfied like last night. I forgot.

Has Miss Rimbaud really forgotten?How can it be!

After a while, the bathroom with the sound of splashing water opened a gap, and an arm stretched out to pinpoint the time to drag Mr. Fukuzawa who passed by the door to turn off the power in the kitchen. Someone probably had to be absent from work for a whole day.

It wasn't until the afternoon that Rimbaud sat down at the dining table in a soft and obedient manner and ate breakfast that had been hot for countless times. Mr. Fukuzawa, whose clothes were soaked and had no choice but to change, put on a bathrobe and sat opposite her to coax her to eat this and that. There is a stance of wanting to fatten this goblin so as not to let it out to harm the world.

Ms. Rimbaud, who almost became a specialty of her country, groaned, put down her fork, hid her face in her arms and curled up in a ball: "Don't... I can't eat it... I'm so full..."

This kind of soft tone with high water content and temperature is too foul, and the one who blushes is Mr. Fukuzawa whose legs have been softened by her humming.

"Cough cough cough cough cough! It's fine if you can't eat it. I'll go back to the detective agency when my clothes are dry. Come with me."

He didn't worry about leaving her at home by herself, would she be so lazy that she would curl up in her room alone every day and sleep all day without even eating lunch?

One of them cheated and the other watched the other cheat, the doorbell outside the entrance was suddenly rang, and a very young voice rang: "Madam, there is your courier!"

Leaving aside Rimbaud's habits, even the youngsters in the family would not disclose their address. The person who delivered the courier to the door at this time...is quite suspicious.

Rimbaud regained his energy, and held Fukuzawa Yukichi who got up to open the door with one hand, his voice was lazy and sexy: "Who is it? They didn't buy any express delivery?"

"But the address is written here, can I trouble you to take a look, if I make a mistake, I can take it back and deal with it." The people outside urged a little.If it is an ordinary housewife at this moment, she will definitely trot out and open the door to find out with the idea of ​​"don't cause trouble to others".

Rimbaud smiled and stomped on his slippers. When he opened the door, he saw a courier guy wearing a peaked cap standing under the entrance steps, with a cardboard box at his feet.

"Madam, can you see if it was delivered by mistake?"

The visitor bent and squatted down to pick up the box, but Rimbaud quickly stepped on the box to stop him: "Tell me first, why do you call her 'wife', she is not married..."

The flawless jade feet and delicate ankles came into view, squatting on the ground at a relatively low angle, and then up to the legs covered by pajamas, there are a few very attractive red marks that have not faded away, wearing a peaked cap The man swallowed: "Ma'am, I've heard of this place, it's a young widow who just moved here with a group of stepsons. Isn't it lonely at home alone, Ma'am, I think..."

No, you don't want to.

Mr. Fukuzawa used practical actions to make him understand how to write the word "don't want".

The pain and fear of the cold blade cutting into his skin made him dare not move. What was even more frightening was the murderous look and expression of the man in front of him. He seemed to be looking at a bedbug that made him feel bad and could be crushed to death at any time.

Really will die!

"Ah, I thought it was some incredible character, but it turned out to be a little mouse?"

Rimbaud retracted his foot on the cardboard box, squatted down and opened the lid to take a look... A gentle and long whistle sounded, and the black-haired woman raised her eyebrows and said, "Young man, don't you see that you are playing wildly? "

"No...it's really my first time..."

Trembling and flustered, Miss Lan Bo stood up and squeezed his chin to force him to look up at herself: "First time? Your expression doesn't mean that...how do you play with so many things?" of?"

Mr. Fukuzawa, who also glanced at the box and then turned his eyes away, coughed in time to save the scale and direction of the topic. Rambo let go of his hands and looked up at him with a pursed smile——I will discuss with you later on "slow~slow~" this problem.

The heartbeating man forced himself to stop staring at her stupidly, instead he took out his mobile phone and directly hung up the call to the police station: "Hello, Lanbo House, No. XX Road, X Community, we caught you here. A criminal who came to steal money and sex, please send someone to take him away."

He retracted his favorite knife, turned his head and wanted to run, and before he had time to lift his feet, the feeling of weightlessness instantly amplified, and he watched the concrete floor getting closer and closer to him.

When another person stretched out his feet, Mr. Fukuzawa stepped on the thief and kicked him twice. He turned his head and gestured for Rimbaud to go back and change into a tighter dress, but was mercilessly rejected by the lady leaning on the door frame with her arms around her chest.

Before he could say anything, the nearest policeman came from a distance with his siren on. A group of policemen got out of the car and saw the situation in front of them, they were a little confused.

"Help! Help! This man is a murderer! He wants to kill me!"

The courier boy wearing a peaked cap was trampled on, no matter how you look at it, he looks like a victim.

"Sorry, everyone present needs to go to the police station to make a record."

The new little police officer is very principled in his work, even if there is a super beautiful woman standing behind this silver-haired man, he can't shake his belief in doing business properly!

No matter what's going on with you, we'll explain everything after entering the game!

Mr. Fukuzawa: "..."

Miss Rimbaud: "..."

Oh open!