Don't pick up your husband in the trash

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With the fall of cherry blossoms, spring is gradually coming to an end.Taking advantage of the last breath of spring, Didan Primary School held a spring sports meeting.

Hui especially hoped that his mother could sit in the auditorium and watch the heroic appearance of him and Tsumiki.

"I don't mind if Uncle Sen goes too." He added again.

In the sports meeting in Futaba Kindergarten before, even if his bastard father didn't want to, he would be held by his mother to participate together.With a face that looks like she has been owed tens of millions, Hui's mood is not too beautiful.

The three-person four-legged parent-child activity, because the mother is not in good health, and his hands and feet are too slow, the bastard father directly picked him and his mother to cross the finish line, and the result was naturally out of the competition because of the violation of the rules.Afterwards, Xiaoxin laughed at him for a long time.

Damn, he wants to participate in the normal three-person four-legged!

Although Uncle Sen looks a bit useless.But at least he won't directly pick up his mother and him.Even if you can't win the championship, the normal game process is always possible!

Xuezhi was burning jade. When Hui talked about the sports meeting, she said, "I'm not sure if he's free...but it's better for two adults to go. After all, two children, one adult is not good." Assignment. Anyway, I'll call him and ask."

Xuezhi said with a smile, she reassured the two children.Even if Rintaro is not free, there will be two adults present at that time.

"If Uncle Mori is not available, who will Mommy turn to?" Tsumiji asked curiously.

"Well... that will depend on who has the time. I can't guarantee it yet."

After the two children went to school, Xuezhi accidentally forgot about the phone call. Dazai knew it and didn't remind her, and went out after she returned to the room.She sat in front of the computer and devoted herself to the creation of the new work.

Isshiki Kazuma finally responded to the outline that was sent before.However, the answer was only one question.

[Is this really a romance novel? 】

[Of course, it will be replaced if it is fake. 】

[That heart-pounding feeling in love... Are you sure? 】

Xuezhi responded quickly:

[Is the identity of the husband not exciting enough to make my heart pound? 】

Isshiki Kazuma: […]

Isshiki Kazuma: [Forget it, as long as you are happy. 】

Isshiki Kazuma: [Although it is not the same as the love I imagined, it may be a surprise unexpectedly. 】

In this way, Xuezhi's new work was decided.The title of the book is "Double Life".

The work is about a doctor who is gentle and gentle on the surface, but secretly is the leader of the largest gang organization that makes the police a headache.And his wife has no idea of ​​her husband's true identity.The same doctor is keeping his wife a secret about his other identity.

So in order to maintain his mediocre doctor status in front of his wife, the husband must prevent [related personnel] from appearing in front of his wife.

For several years now, the husband's plan has been perfect.However, after the plan is too smooth, there will always be one or two accidents.

One day, my husband left his work mobile phone at home because he was in a hurry. At this time, a call came in, and the other party said:

【"Boss, they have already recruited."】

All in all, this is a man's double life.

Summarize the plot of the whole story.Xue Zhi only realized later that no matter how sweet the daily plot is, this story does not seem to be a sweet love story.

"A marriage that stems from deceit..."

Xuezhi leaned back on the chair, lost in thought.

She just wanted to write a light love story, but she didn't want to involve heavy marriage topics.

"Sure enough, it's still a romantic comedy..."

After she made up her mind, she remembered that she forgot to call her husband.So I quickly closed the file, and immediately dialed my husband's cell phone number from the cell phone next to me...

-

Mori Ogai is fighting with Fukuzawa Yukichi.Although the two have learned from the same person, they have completely different ideas in certain aspects.

Mori Ogai will do anything to achieve his goals.But Fukuzawa Yukichi insisted on his heart.

Mori Ogai wants to recapture Yosano Akiko.The Angel of Death who used to frequent Dark Island, the [Undead Legion] led by her is the best choice for him to defeat the powerful Mafia leader.As long as the leader of Mafia is defeated, the [Three Moments Concept] proposed by Natsume Soseki will have a chance to be realized.

"Are you still human?!"

Fukuzawa Yukichi always had an expression of frightening a crying child, but at this moment, his usual displeased expression was tainted with strong anger.

He took out the knife without hesitation.

"You have no heart at all!"

The scalpel between Mori Ogai's fingers blocked his attack.The scalpel slid across the shiny surface, making a harsh and sharp sound.

Regarding Fukuzawa Yukichi's so-called "heart", Mori Ogai showed a mocking look.

"The so-called war is a game in which the side that thinks about [heart] first will definitely lose!" (Note)

"fallacy!"

In front of the entrance to the rooftop, a girl in a wheelchair had no expression on her face, her eyes were dull, as if she had experienced some kind of inhuman torture.

In this way, she turned a blind eye to the quarrels between adults, as if the main character of their arguments was not her.

At this moment, Edogawa Ranpo appeared behind her, shouting "A quarrel between adults is always full of various reasons", while pushing the girl's wheelchair to leave the rooftop.

"twinkle Twinkle Little Star……"

Music that shouldn't appear suddenly sounded on the rooftop.

Not only did the two men who had disbanded the alliance startle, but even Edogawa's movement of pushing the wheelchair in disorder also stopped.

For some reason, the two men withdrew their knives at the same time.

Mori Ogai's cell phone was ringing, and the caller ID was his wife.In fact, you don't even need to look to know that this is a call from your wife. After all, there is only your wife's phone number in this private mobile phone.

"Sorry, just answer the phone first." He put away the scalpel and suppressed the aggression all over his body. He answered the phone with an unbelievably gentle tone: "Is it Xiaozhi? Oh, don't bother, don't bother, just now The boss checked the body..."

Fukuzawa Yukichi: ...

I always feel like I know something I shouldn't know.

Edogawa ran in thought.The girl in the wheelchair turned her eyes slightly towards Mori Ogai.

Would that man also show such an expression?

"...Hey, it's Kei's sports meeting. It's really hard to say, to be honest, I'm not sure if I'll have time then... After all, the workload of a boss who is in trouble will always double..."

He told lies with all seriousness.

【"Really, Hayashi Taro, you've worked really hard. When you come back, I'll make a big meal and make up for you. At that time, please call Mr. Luchuan too. It's hard work outside alone. He doesn't have a daughter. Friends, hey, let me think about it...]

Mori Ogai: ...

You don't have to.

Fukuzawa Yukichi's face was completely dark.

This man is so bad that he deceives women.

After finishing the call.Mori Ogai said very embarrassedly: "I can't help it, my wife always has to answer the phone. And the parent-child sports meeting is really impossible to refuse. Ah, sorry, His Highness Fukuzawa probably won't understand this kind of thing."

Fukuzawa Yukichi: ...

Wait, wife?

"Are you married?!" He only noticed the address in Mori Ogai's mouth at this time, with an expression of disbelief.

"Yes, I'm married, and we have three children. By the way, His Majesty Fukuzawa has also met my wife."

"Fuguro Yukie." Edogawa Ranpo said the name of Mori Ogai's wife in an instant.

Mori Ogai corrected, "It's Mori Yukie now."

"Mori Ogai! Are you cheating on her?!"

Fukuzawa Yukichi's sword swept over again.

The two men shook hands again.

Taking advantage of this time, Edogawa Ran took Yosano Akiko and left the rooftop.