People in Hokage have become talkative people

Fugaku House.

"I am back."

After resolving the unprecedented crisis of trust and temporarily ending a tiring day's work, Fugaku opened the door of his house expressionlessly, showed a formulaic smile to Mikoto, who had been waiting in the living room for a long time, and then lowered his head to change into slippers.

"Welcome back."

Mikoto, who had been waiting at home for a long time, heard Fugaku's footsteps early. She was once a jounin and did not retire until her father married Fugaku.

She bowed to her husband with a sweet smile, and there were half-cut red tulips placed on the table behind her.

Mikoto is practicing flower arrangements.

Floral art, i.e. flower arranging, is an important part of the education of women of noble women in the Shinobi world.

Pursuing the artistic conception of "quietness, elegance, beauty, truth and harmony" through the harmonious unity of lines, colors, shapes and textures is a creation that expresses emotions.

This is Mikoto's daily life after retiring. Her husband teaches her children to practice flower art, learns some makeup skills to maintain her skin and body, and occasionally helps Fugaku deal with some problems that are inconvenient for him to deal with...

A perfect lady.

"Thank you."

Fugaku thanked Mikoto, and the couple was full of politeness. Then he walked to the sofa and sat down. His back was still tense and he closed his eyes to rest.

Smiling and sitting upright, this was Fugaku's daily life most of the time.Talking and laughing with him all his life is part of his job.

Mikoto placed Fugaku's shoes, washed her hands, took another glass of water and sat opposite Fugaku, put the water in front of Fugaku, and asked softly.

"You look more tired today than usual. Is there something wrong with the security department or the family?"

Fugaku always looks serious when he comes home every day. He sits upright and remains motionless. He never brings his grievances at work home. This is Fugaku's insistence.

It's just that the couple have been together for more than ten years, and Mikoto can still see Fugaku's hidden fatigue many times.This kind of fatigue increased dramatically every day after the Nine-Tails Rebellion.

Fugaku's fatigue and irritability today were second only to those during the Kyuubi Rebellion three years ago.

"Both." Fugaku closed his eyes and said calmly, but did not explain in detail.

Eyes are the windows to the soul. Fugaku knows that Mikoto is a very smart person. For the sake of his family, he doesn't want Mikoto to know that he is sad at work and it will only increase his troubles.

Mikoto was slightly disappointed, and fleeting sadness and loneliness flashed in her eyes.

Fugaku has always been like this. He is strict at home, gentle and polite to his wife and never breaks the rules, and he teaches his sons well.

No matter how many grievances and pains he suffered at work, he would never confide a word to his family. He remained the same for more than ten years and was a perfect father and husband.

But he is an unqualified lover.

Mikoto could not feel any "love" or "romance" in this perfect marriage. She believed that there was no communication between her and Fugaku that lovers should have.

What's even more sad is that when he first got married, perhaps because he was eager to continue the family line, Fugaku was still greedy for that kind of life.After Itachi was born, Fugaku suddenly became a saint.

As for Sasuke... Sasuke and Itachi are 5 years apart, and his birth was just an accident.

Mikoto knew that Fugaku didn't want to say anything and wouldn't say it. Continuing to ask questions would only make Fugaku unhappy.

Unlike a normal family where they would talk about trivial matters in life after returning home, Fugaku closed his eyes and calmed down without saying a word. He did not want his wife to be infected by his troubles.

Mikoto also sat in front of Fugaku without saying a word, being quiet and virtuous. She knew that if she talked about trivial things about life, it would definitely liven up the atmosphere, and Fugaku would definitely agree.

It's just that Fugaku is already so tired. Is it what a good wife should do if she forces him to talk about trivial matters?

Both parties were obviously considerate of each other in a gentle and polite manner, but the atmosphere in the living room was mysterious and strange, completely unlike what a normal family should be like.

But this is the daily life of the Fugaku family.

After an unknown amount of time, Fugaku's eyelids suddenly began to beat, and he had regained some energy.

Seeing that her husband finally made some movement, Mikoto knew that Fugaku had probably switched back from work. The soft hands under his sleeves grabbed the clothes and reminded him: "It's getting late."

"Well, you really should rest. You should go to bed early."

Fugaku opened his eyes and gently warned his wife opposite him.

"Sasuke went to sleep at Itachi's place. After dinner, he pestered Itachi and told ninja stories all night."

A blush crept up her pink neck, and her hands holding the sleeves were slightly harder, Mikoto's hint became more obvious.

Fugaku's tiger body trembled.

Fugaku's house is a courtyard. Fugaku's bedroom, study room, living room and other main rooms are the main body on the front, and there are several side rooms on both sides. Itachi moved to the side rooms after he was 6 years old.

"I'm a little tired today..."

Fugaku observed his wife's expression. He seemed careless, but in fact he was cautious and reassured her: "You go to bed first. I still have some family and security department issues to think about."

ah~

Mikoto sighed in her heart, she also knew that she was a little pushy. In recent years, Fugaku had been almost indifferent to all desires, let alone today, when he was unprecedentedly tired.

However, although Fugaku, who is over 30 years old, has entered the end of his career early due to responsibilities and hardships, Mikoto, who is 26 years old this year, is about to reach her peak period because of Jiukuang.

But how can Qin Se and Ming, a couple who respect each other like a guest, force each other to do something he doesn't want to do because of personal desires.

"Actually, I'm not very sleepy. I'm just worried that you might be too sleepy."

Mikoto Shiran stood up, smiled sweetly to cover up her embarrassment, took the initiative to approach Fugaku and said softly: "Take off your coat.

I've been wearing it for three days. I'll go and wash it for you now that I have nothing to do.You go to the study, it's quieter there. "

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Afraid that his wife might have some conspiracy, Fugaku hurriedly took off his coat and handed it to Mikoto, then left the living room as if fleeing, walked into the study and closed the door tightly.

Mikoto took Fugaku's coat to the laundry room, held the collar and looked carefully to see if there were any deep stains that needed special cleaning.

The evening breeze blew by, and the unfolded coat fluttered, and a faint smell of tobacco and alcohol drifted towards Mikoto.

The noble lady's beautiful jade nose and snow-capped mountain swayed slightly, and the subtle smell of tobacco and alcohol seemed to be something she wanted to cover up but couldn't hide it perfectly.

Wine is a bar, and cigarettes are a life's smoke. Fugaku went to a life's bar for a field trip today.

There is a smell of tobacco and alcohol somewhere. Am I mistaken?

Mikoto frowned slightly and subconsciously held her coat in front of her, wanting to smell it more carefully to see if she had just had an illusion.

"Click~"

A small pink box was drawn out of the coat pocket and landed at Mikoto's feet.