I used 300 JPY to catch up with my parents

This is so doggy.

As soon as he heard that he had to pay childcare fees, he immediately turned his face and refused to recognize the dog.

Fuheshier put on the expression of a famous detective investigating the case: "Look carefully, this dog seems to be a pet of Shiyi."

Zenyuan Jinyi is Fu Heisher's twin brother. Fuxi met him once, and because they are fraternal twins, the two brothers don't look alike at all.

Chanyuan Naoya ranked his brothers according to their looks. Fu Heisher was the most handsome, and Zenyuan Jinichi was at the bottom.

But because the Chanyuan even possesses spell power and spells, he is still highly valued in the Zenyuan family - at least he will not be assigned a bad living environment, nor will he be forced to run away from home.

"I don't need childcare fees. Rintaro is easy to raise, and he doesn't eat much."

Hearing what Fuxi said, Fu Heisher felt relieved, and lay back on the rocking chair again.

"You are such a good boy." He praised from the bottom of his heart.

"Mr. Fuhei, this Okamoto 001 is also yours, right?"

Okamoto?

001?

Fu Heisher's head got stuck, and he saw a condom in the girl's palm, with black words on it: 001.

Fuhesher: "..."

In this case, professional hooligans will also be a little embarrassed.

This Okamoto was a new product promotion on the road in the morning, and he was given one when he passed by, and he stuffed it in his trousers pocket.

Unexpectedly, Lin Taro would snatch the wallet and give it to Fuxi.

He couldn't help training the dog with a dark face: "You are too doggy, why are you turning everything out?"

Lin Taro yelled at him, probably because Fu Heisher pretended not to know him in order to avoid the upbringing fee, which made him angry.

Fuxi said: "I checked, the packaging is not broken, and it can still be used."

This explanation made people more suffocating, but the other party's tone was too serious, as if saying that the sock was not torn and could still be worn.

Fuheshier didn't see any embarrassment on her face.

"My brother and sister are right."

He was an old man, and of course he wouldn't be embarrassed. He reached out and took the 001 from her hand, and put it back in his pocket.

"Wang!"

Seeing this, Lin Taro screamed again, thinking that Fu Heisher had put away all the good things, and the latter scolded: "Idiot, not all golden things are gold!"

"Wang!"

Fuxi leaned over and patted its dog's head: "Thank you for remembering me..."

"Please don't keep the childcare expenses in mind."

The irascible dog suddenly quieted down, rolled happily beside the sunflower, and then got into a beautiful kennel.

The whole kennel is brick red, and a small white wooden board is inserted at the entrance, with a few round characters written on it.

【Rintaro's Port Mafia Gang】.

Tsk, also black jio party.

There is also a health guard hanging above the wooden board.

Fuheshier didn't know if human guardians could bless animals, but he knew why Rintaro asked him for upbringing fees.

Fuxi raised it very carefully.

Although it is very old, its hair is neat and clean. It is fatter than ever before, and it has a double chin.

"I made tea, do you want to drink it?" Fuxi pointed in the direction of the studio, "It's just a flavored tea with jasmine and orange peels added, maybe I'm not used to it for the first time."

"I'm not picky." Fuheshier smiled, "Besides, I never refuse girls' invitations."

Fu Heisher had been to Fuxi's studio just now, but hadn't observed it carefully just now.

Fuxi did not deliberately erase the traces of his life, the graffiti on the wall was still there, and the broken chandelier was not taken away.

There was also a pot of green plants on the windowsill, which Fuheshier remembered had died before he ran away from home.

Looking closer, the green color on the potted plant was painted with paint, the chandelier is covered with blessing paper cranes, and many of the graffiti on the wall have been modified.

The crab has grown wings, the rabbit stands on the rainbow, and the portrait of Zhipi people in the Zen Garden has been crossed out, and a frying pan is drawn underneath.

Fu Heisher pointed to the portrait of Zhipiren in the Buddhist monastery and asked, "Do you know who this is?"

Fuxi said without thinking, "Patriarch."

"You hate him?"

It's normal to dislike the people directly adjacent to the Buddhist monastery, but it's not normal to express it directly in this way.

Fuxi asked back: "Do you worship him?"

"How is it possible." Fu Heisher rolled his eyes, "My eyes are not for decoration."

"I hate him too." Fuxi poured a cup of tea for herself and Fuheisher, and under the fumigation of the heat, her voice slowly became denser.

"I thought about killing him and usurping the throne."

The corner of Fu Heisher's mouth twitched. He didn't want to meddle in other people's business at first, but Fuxi didn't ruin his house and even invited him to drink tea. He felt that it was time for him to do a good deed after a long time.

Well, do a good job every year.

"Such big talk, don't say it in the monastery." Otherwise, she wouldn't even know how she died.

Not only did Fuxi fail to realize his tactful stop, but she said more and more: "The head of the family is powerful, and it is too difficult to kill him head-on. Even if the assassination is successful, he will have to kill another group of heirs. Wills can also be tampered with, but outsiders It's hard to convince the public when you suddenly get a position, and the name is not justified—"

"Wait!" Fu Heisher interrupted her, "Are you already planning?"

Do you really think that killing the head of the family is as difficult as killing a chicken?

"Mr. Sen is really amazing." Fuxi sighed, "He's not well-known, but he just sat on it, and it's been four years, and he's still sitting firmly."

Her mood was both crazy and calm.

The gift box sent by Mori Ogai was opened, except for a set of exquisite foreign dress, there was also a card.

[Do whatever you want. 】

Every word is written in his own handwriting, and the texture of the card is exactly the same as that of the silver handwriting.

——This is the Hand of Silver.It is also a signal of release after serving a sentence.

It means that she doesn't have to be tactful anymore, and she can leave the Chanyuan home today.

Fu Heisher frowned: "I don't know what you're talking about, even if you have this idea, don't mention it to anyone in the Zen Academy—" It's easy to be caught.

The second half of the sentence was blocked by Fuxi's question.

"Mr. Fu Hei, do you want to be the head of the house?"

This is nonsense.

But when the other party is talking nonsense, his eyes are also serious, as if he is discussing the philosophy of life.

"Is this a question of whether you want to or not? Is it because you don't want to marry the richest man in Japan?"

He slapped her on the top of her head, and pressed her down to drink tea.

She tried to struggle: "Maybe we can work together to—"

"What the hell, drink your tea."

Fuheshier felt that it was not very good.

This little ghost is too scary. Although she is not the only one who has this kind of thought in the Chanyuan family, what is scary is that she has no defense and said it directly.

This kind of person can't survive three days in the Zen Yuan's house...

Wait a minute, has she lived for four years with this personality?Could it be Zenyuan Naoya's true love?

"I thought about forging a paternity test and pretending to be the daughter of the patriarch, but the Chanyuan family doesn't allow women to be the patriarch." Fuxi was still chattering, "I wrote letters to the Gojo family and the Kamo family, asking if they could usurp the throne after me. I will support them from time to time, and I will give them benefits, but they did not agree, saying that this is their own housework."

"You wrote to the other two families of the Yusan family?!" Fu Heisher tugged at her braid in astonishment, "Is your brain full of tofu brains?"

Fuxi told a half lie.

The letter was indeed written, but it was not in his own name, but in the name of Chanyuan Fan, the younger brother of Zenyuan Zhibiren, a joint rebellion letter.

The letter was forged and sent by Osamu Dazai for her. It is said that the letter sent to the head of the Kamo family was also handed over to the Zhipi people of the Zen Academy.

For this reason, Zenyuan Fan went crazy all over the Zenyuan home for a while, trying to find out who framed him.

"You're really crazy." Fuheshier took out a cigarette from his pocket, ready to smoke a cigarette to calm the shock.

Open the cigarette case, it's empty.

He scratched his hair and asked tentatively, "Sister and brother, do you have any cigarettes here?"

Fuxi: "No, but I can make one for you."

Fuhesher: "!!!"

Never expected to get this kind of reply.

"Can you make cigarettes?"

"sure."

Could it be that her technique is related to making cigarettes?

Fu Heisher was eagerly waiting to watch the live version of the cigarette production, but Fuxi took out a paper towel, rubbed it, rolled it into a long strip, and handed it to him: "It's done."

Is this fooling a three year old?

Fu Heisher pinched the roll of paper speechlessly: "I thought you would have Zhizai's cigarette case here."

"Then you should look for him in his room."

"Why don't you come here to spend the night?"

Fu Heisher asked very frivolously, this was his subconscious indiscretion.

Before Fuxi could speak, a clear male voice came from the yard.

"Fuxi!"

Fu Heisher didn't know who it was, but everyone was at risk.

Homeless people sharing a room with younger siblings or something... Exciting.

Besides, this sibling is also the fiancee of the first son.

There is only one door in the room, and there is a high probability of meeting the other party directly when going out now. He was thinking about how to get out when he saw Fuxi pointing to the beam, meaning to let him go up.

"Fuxi, a Zen garden!"

The door was kicked open, and the moment it was kicked open, Fuheshier jumped up like a black panther.

The blond young man who came in yelled impatiently, "I haven't seen you for a few days, are you so lazy that I won't go out to greet you when I come?"

Fu Heisher recognized who it was, Zenyuan Zhizai, the son-in-law of the Zenyuan family.

Fuxi ignored him, lowered her head and blew on the fragrant tea in her cup.

"Talk, are you as dumb as your dog?"

Zenyuan Naoya's eyes fell on another teacup on the table, his pupils narrowed slightly.

Fu Heisher took a sip before, leaving water stains on the rim of the cup.

"Was anyone here just now?"

Realizing that he may have signs of being green, Zenyuan Naoya's face became ugly.

Fuxi slowly raised her eyes, glanced at Fu Heisher who was shaking her legs on the beam, and said calmly: "No."

In the next second, the golden Okamoto in Fu Heisher's pocket was shaken out.

Straight, it fell on Zenyuan Naoya's head.

The author says:

Shir: Careless. ?