Every time I go home my wife is in a different world

Chapter 102

Yokohama. PortMafia headquarters building, top floor, chief office.

First of all, the sofa area where the gentleman is still intact, and no corners and corners of other places have escaped the murderous hands, down to the floor wallpaper, up to the central air-conditioning ventilation duct, except for the ceiling and the floor, all were shoveled dry by the wife who beat up his son. clean.The beatings in Zhongyuan Zhongye for so many years are not for nothing. They have long developed the ability to dodge in time. If they want to smash, they only pick cheap furniture to smash. The overall structure of the building will never be damaged.

——Otherwise, my house would have been demolished long ago, and I would have to be shaved again afterwards.

Mori Ogai remained motionless. Through observation, he had a deep understanding of the real combat effectiveness of the "Drunk Boat", and suddenly felt that his wife deserved special respect.

It is really not easy for Zhongye-jun to grow up to such a big size!

The sharp edge brought by the scythe was pressing at every step. If he hadn't specially practiced gymnastics in the Taisho era, Chu couldn't guarantee that he would be able to avoid the attack of his mother after amnesia unscathed. Maybe he would have had to release Out of the wilderness, another big hole was blown out.

There is no problem with Professor Rimbaud's education policy, and the foreshadowing many years ago is coming in handy now...or it is undergoing inspection.

Rimbaud forgot him, but he did not forget Rimbaud, including his habits of fighting and martial arts.Relying on this small "advantage", the boy looked for opportunities in the gap between jumping and moving.

If the fight continues, there will be blood... Even if people can avoid being injured, the consequences of demolishing Mr. Mori's house in front of him will not be too good. The leader of PortMafia smiled brighter and brighter, and Zhongyuan Zhong also had a bad feeling.

Mom, Mom, wake up!

The red and black power attached to the surface of the body, Nakaya gritted his teeth and grazed the subspace bomb, and held Rimbaud's wide and obstructive sleeves with the sickle blade. The power contact came into play, and no one could get rid of the control of gravity .The mother and child fell and hit the floor of the chief's office together. The concrete cracked and shattered, exposing the twisted and deformed steel bars underneath.

[Colorful Painting Collection] Still going on, Miss Rimbaud grabbed the boy by the throat with her backhand, turned over and pressed him on the uneven ground.

Mori Ogai stood up from the sofa and quickly approached the center of the battle, trying to find a way to separate the angry wife and stepson. The black-haired woman in the shallow pit on the floor strangled the throat of the mission target, and her movements froze in this position without continuing.

She was a little puzzled.

To be reasonable, just twist the child's neck and the task will be completed.She could easily return to her home in Europe and enjoy a comfortable vacation for quite some time, and no one would say anything about a new lover or a few more relationships.

Why stop?Why can't I do it?

The boy's cobalt blue eyes are stubborn and unwilling, and there is still a little bit of grievance, like a small animal that was accidentally kicked by his mother and rolled away a long way, and then came back to hug and comfort.

In any case, the limbs are unwilling to follow the instructions of the brain, and at best they can only control him and not allow him to jump up again.Miss Rimbaud's hands were shaking, which was incredible for a good killer.Mr. Mori, who had finally crawled over the piles of construction debris, grabbed her wrist, which she tried to force repeatedly: "Miss, Chuya-kun is your adopted child. I didn't have time to remind you just now, but now you can always let him go?"

- I am absolutely crazy!How could the experimental subject in the laboratory be adopted as a normal child by his side?Isn't that as stupid as keeping food as a pet!

But after all, she followed the choice deep in her heart, let go and stood up and took a step back: "I don't remember this."

"When you think about it, you will know that Mr. Zhongye is still a child. It is human nature to go home and cry to his mother when he is wronged. In the end, instead of being comforted by his mother, he was beaten. It is very pitiful!"

Mr. Mori, who pleaded for his stepson, immediately got a big bonus from Zhongya Zhongya. The very upright boy suddenly realized that this guy is not bad. It seems that he is not as annoying as he imagined. He was always avoiding him before. , will pay attention to some attitudes in the future.

Ms. Lan Bo, who was hit by dimensionality reduction one after another, puffed up her cheeks and turned her face away: "Oh, yes, I'm sorry... no, why should I apologize?!"

Clutching his neck, he got up and shook the ashes, and Zhongya puffed up his cheeks and turned his face to the other side. No one would believe that the mother and son behaved like mirror images, saying that they were not a family.

The chief's office can no longer be occupied. Mr. Sen asked the financial staff to come up to estimate the damage and make a rebuilding budget. That's right, except for the ceiling, floor and load-bearing walls, all other structures have been demolished. The inside of the office. There is nothing left, not even the foundation for reinstallation.

One of Rimbaud and Zhongye raised his head to look at the bright moon, and the other lowered his head to think about his hometown. Together with Mr. Chief himself, they were invited by Guangjin Liulang to the medical room for food.

With such a destructive power of demolition at the slightest disagreement, who would dare to offer respect to the wife and the young master?

After taking a bite of the caramel biscuit and chewing it, Rimbaud fell to the side and fell asleep again. This time, everyone took a long breath and relaxed, without any tension.

Just let her sleep, PortMafia doesn't have enough money to rebuild every day...

"Yeah, Nakaya-kun, let me treat the wound for you." Mori Ogai took out iodophor under the fluorescent lamp and smeared his neck and face blue and purple. * points, add a dispensable Band-Aid, it looks very pitiful.

First, the Mr. laughed mysteriously: "The loss has already been caused. The first thing we need to think about is how to use the loss to maximize the benefit, instead of futilely worrying about the content that is destined to be irretrievable."

To put it simply - children who cry have candy.Zhong Yuanzhong is really too obedient and worry-free. It is much better to show some small dissatisfaction in front of his mother than to just be obedient.As an heir, being too honest is not suitable for the future needs of PortMafia. Mr. Mori feels that he has a long way to go and needs to carefully guide the growth of his stepson.

It's not that he has no other candidates, but in comparison, Nakahara Chu, who is more upright in nature, is obviously better than Dazai Osamu.Mori Ogai is not sure that the latter will follow his current established policy in the distant future, but there is no problem, his loyalty does not need to be questioned.

Zhong, who fell into the bowl unknowingly, was dubious, and he didn't refuse his "help" after all, and even took the initiative to take a band-aid and tear it off and stick it on his face...

Children, it is easy to learn to be bad.

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This time Rimbaud quickly woke up from hibernation. She lifted the quilt from the bed in the medical room and sat up. He fought with his son for no reason.Well, it's not without reason. If it was her back then, she would have given priority to completing the task regardless of the reason.

There also seems to be some abrasions?

The orange-haired boy who fell asleep lying next to the pillow had bruises all over his face, hands, neck, and several band-aids.

She stretched out her hand to gently touch her son's soft hair, and the teenager who was disturbed in his sleep turned his face away and continued to sleep soundly with his mouth flattened. He was simply a quiet and cute little angel.

Professor Rimbaud leaned back on the pillow to sort out the chaotic memories of the past two days, and then she discovered the blind spot.

Mori Ogai, you had a lot of fun fishing in troubled waters!

Miss Professor closed her eyes and lifted the quilt to get out of bed, tidied up and down the "Yuzen dye" she was still wearing, pulled her sleeves and patted her son's shoulders a few times to wake him up.

"Hmm...you're awake..." Chuya rubbed his eyes, sat up and stretched, and suddenly realized that this was his mother who had returned to normal.The boy's cobalt blue eyes immediately became moist, he turned his face away with a "hum" and began to accuse the "crime": "You hit me! There is no reason! You are unreasonable!"

"Okay, okay, I'm unreasonable, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Rimbaud, who was wronged, just nodded to coax his son, completely ignoring his state and not wanting to suffer any serious injuries.

After all, Chuya is not a man of unreasonable and unforgiving character. Seeing that Rimbaud apologized seriously, he sat on the stool and twisted twice: "I will not be an example!"

"Understood." Rimbaud chose to give up because he couldn't find a change of clothes.She didn't want to stay in the port for too long, so she stuffed her son into the subspace and the two disappeared from the medical room out of thin air, and when they came out on the other side, it was directly her living room.

The living room was still the same as it was a few days ago. She poured the ingredients comparable to biochemical weapons into garbage bags, sealed them and discarded them, and cleaned the dishes. She first called the Academic Affairs Office of Yokohama University to make an appointment to cancel the vacation, and then thought about it before sending a message to Mr. Mori The information tells where to go.

If it was her, someone would turn around and run away as soon as they demolished one of their houses, and would block the door anyway to ask for an explanation.When Mori Ogai stayed in PortMafia, he would always leave him with a bit of face and not to do it, and it would be convenient for him to beat him when he chased home to "ask for an explanation". By the way, he even thought of the reason for asking for leave for him.

Let's just say I have a cold.

Professor Rimbaud, who smiled softly, crunched his knuckles.

But after listening to the financial staff crying about the bill and leaving for a while, Mrs. Kung Fu turned around and ran away with her son. Mr. Sen looked at the phone and scratched his hair, and the next second he realized that he was waiting for him to fall into a trap... He still dared not say no go back.

At least being beaten at home didn't make him lose face in front of his subordinates, Madam has done her best.

"Mr. Hirotsu, please arrange for Black Lizard to lead the lower-level members to complete the patrol mission from tonight to tomorrow morning. If there are no special circumstances, we will temporarily maintain this state during this period. Call Dazai-kun and the guerrillas back for me."

Those who didn't know thought he wanted to kill that competitor, but in fact Mr. First just wanted to catch a scapegoat to be beaten together.

Couldn't the instigator of the current predicament be Osamu Dazai who kills people without showing himself when he enters the kitchen!

Young man, the time has come for you.

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