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

"Madam, my condolences."

"Madam, please forgive me."

"Ma'am... please express your condolences."

The mourning hall is very grand, and there are many people who come to express their condolences, with solemn expressions and weeping expressions, with a hint of surprise and fear.

The amazement is due to the woman in mourning standing at the front, and the fear is due to the young man standing behind her.

Nakahara, the eldest son, did not inherit Mori Ogai's position, nor did Mr. Mori's wife, but another young man sat behind the desk of the leader of PortMafia.

This man is terrible.

In the MIMIC incident, the only person sacrificed by this organization was the leader at the center of the protection circle?What a joke!

However, this almost impossible thing happened.The overseas branch suddenly rioted, and the Central Plains Central Committee had to be dispatched temporarily. In this time difference, everything was too late to recover.

The hangers-on came and went, and the widow returned the gifts one by one.

No matter what Mori Ogai was like during his lifetime, the wife he left behind... is really eye-catching.

The black mourning dress on her body brought a kind of mournful beauty—the darker the black hair, the redder the red lips.She is still very young, with picturesque eyebrows, and her skin and facial features have not been touched by a knife. She is a natural beauty.Conservative mourning clothes can't hide the beautiful curves, and the pearl decorations look gentle and deceitful.

Leaving such a young and beautiful wife behind, I don't know if Mr. Sen is going safely or not.

—— Whether it is safe or not has nothing to do with the spectators, the young man behind her has deep eyes.

"It's time for you to rest." He bent down and whispered in her ear, then got up and looked sideways at the master of ceremonies.The latter trembled all over, and immediately announced to the guests loudly that the host thanked the guests and asked everyone to help themselves.

The matter of seeing off the guests belongs to the eldest son, and Zhong Ye glanced at her worriedly, but the master of ceremonies urged him in a low voice, so he could only send the guests away with a straight face.

Soon there were only monks humming and chanting in the mourning hall.

When the ceremony is finished and the coffin is buried in the ground, an era will be completely over.

"Are you sad? For Mr. Mori." He followed her, step by step.

She lowered her head slightly, with a few strands of her long hair in a bun brushing her long neck, elegant and fair like a swan.

Sad for Mori Ogai?not at all.

The purpose of the blind date and marriage is to deal with the elders of both parties. It is not so much a lover as a partner who lives together and has a little affection.

Floating life is like a dream in the south, life and death are separated in a blink of an eye.Apart from sighs and regrets, at most it was just a little bit of disappointment—if the opening was changed, maybe, maybe she would fall in love with him.She meant that if she had met Verlaine before meeting him, she would still have believed in true love at that time, and was willing to sacrifice her life for love.And after that, all the warm feelings have been reduced to ashes, leaving only the residual warmth to survive.

All hopes are in vain, and all love will eventually die—that person must have thought so, so he easily let go of his life and walks freely and freely.

Seeing her remaining silent, the young man standing beside her turned his hands away and nodded: "Are you hating me?"

"Obviously there is a chance to change the direction of the development of the matter, but still let it go, it is completely inaction. It was me who condoned Mr. Sen to the end." He turned his back to her, not letting her see his expression: "Even, I am the one who sits at the head, not your favorite son."

The young man's voice was very soft, like a dragonfly hovering over the water, leaving circle after circle of ripples before flying lightly into the grass and disappearing without a trace.What he said was like a hissing snake letter, with a coolness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

She stretched out her hand to push him away, and walked a few steps forward along the empty corridor: "You think too much, and you talk too much."

"Go ahead and be your PortMafia leader."

She left, leaving him alone in this dark building.

Is this your punishment?

The whole funeral lasted for a week, the tombstone was erected, the name was engraved on it, and the funeral procession was so long that it couldn't see its end.In addition to the two adopted sons of the late leader, there were several other cadres and trusted people who carried the coffin for the deceased.The leader's wife stood at the front of the funeral procession, moving slowly with the coffin.

She was still dressed in black, with lowered eyelids, and no one could see the gloomy expression clearly.

The tomb had been dug long ago, and the coffin was properly placed inside. The two adopted sons personally covered the soil and quickly filled up the ground.The people who came to see them off stepped forward to mourn in silence one by one, and then retreated to condolences to the family members, even if they had completed the task of this trip.

The old leader went to the ground, and the new leader ascended the throne, accompanied by inevitable turmoil—the eldest son was still alive, but the second son inherited the inheritance of the adoptive father when his moral ability was impeccable. Do.

Where there are people, there are fights, and in the other world, this kind of fight will only be more tragic... However, something unexpected happened, and Zhongyuan Zhong also stood by the new leader with a clear-cut banner, using his body as a shield to replace him. He blocked the storm that was blowing from all directions.

This should be the attitude of the leader's wife as a mother.Although she stopped showing up after the funeral, she always expressed support for the children raised by herself.

Only Dazai knows—this is not support, but rejection and exile in disguise.

Don't you want PortMafia?

Alright, from now on this organization belongs to you, and as a price, you will become the nourishment of a towering tree and be firmly bound by its roots.

"This is really the cruelest punishment." The new leader propped his chin and was distracted silently.The subordinates opened and closed their mouths in the report, but not a word came into their ears.

There is no need to spend energy listening to this kind of expected thing.As long as he is alive, nothing and no one can exceed predictions.

PortMafia, who reported the mission, shuddered. The new leader... was becoming more and more unfathomable, and his iris-colored eyes were so deep and empty that people dared not look directly at them.He rested his chin on the chair and did nothing or said anything, but it made people feel the fear of dying from the depths of their soul.

In fact, he was wandering—after Mr. Mori's funeral she had all his belongings cleared out of the house and moved into PortMafia, and the neat little white house had never opened its doors to him again.

If she died in front of her eyes now, would she cry?Will she suffer?Will she forgive again?

He hammered his forehead and waved away the frightened subordinates: "Go down and do things."

She can't cry, she didn't shed a single tear from the time she received the notice of Mr. Mori's death to the end of the funeral.If it were him who was lying in the coffin, he probably wouldn't.

If it wasn't for that, it wasn't done yet...

To be closer, to be held in her arms, to rub against her cheek, to see the sly smile in her bright brown eyes.Wanting to be pampered and pampered by her, he knew he was probably crazy, and even jealous of that pet cat.

That cat... It would be nice if he could be killed. What he can't get, the cat can't get either.

The conversation in the downstairs office came from the Bluetooth headset:

"Central Plains cadres, this is the last document."

"Well, take it here."

After the sound of the paper being flipped, the slug threw the document on the table with a "slap", and then the sound of clothes rubbing came out of the earphones, and there was a conversation: "Come pick it up tomorrow morning, I'll get off work first, you can go back too."

He took off his earphones and got up and walked out of the office. The guard bowed his head respectfully as if he had treated his ancestors, only to see the young figure flashing into the elevator from the back.

It was no surprise that Zhong Yuanzhong "ran into" the new leader in the elevator, which happened almost every day after his stepfather was buried.Considering his mother's mood, he consciously moved out to live outside during this period of time - just to prevent this guy from squeezing into the house with his own light.

"BOSS." The orange-haired young man took off his hat and lowered his head. After putting it on again, he didn't even look at this person. He didn't want to interact with him, and refused his silent appeal for help.

This person simply deserved it, and he hated it in his heart.Let's forget about Mr. Mori's accident, but this person turned out to be!To think of doing something like that is simply unforgivable.If it wasn't for the fact that his mother still regarded him as a son, he would have slammed the resignation report on his face and went back to France with her.

What is it all about!

Pooh!

"Zhongye, today..." He looked at his so-called "brother" expectantly, and never called him so affectionately since the first time they met.The orange-haired youth trembled from disgust: "I won't go back there today, she said she wants to be quiet."

The leader immediately turned his face away, perfectly explaining what it means to "face forward, not backward".The little transparent who strayed into the elevator and was squeezed in the corner trembled—why did the low-footed slut want to take the opportunity to get close to Mr. Zhongyuan?That's all right, let's get close to the Demon King by the way.

Originally, I wanted to develop some dialogues, maybe it could trigger some unexpected events to get closer and make persistent efforts to attack... All the plans were disrupted at once, and I was so desperate that I wanted to die.

The silent silence was the most embarrassing, but luckily the elevator arrived at the underground garage soon.

When the car door is opened, please hold on to the groove of the metal door with one hand, please go first, and follow behind to block the subordinates.This guy shrank into a ball like a sea anemone that was stabbed hard. Is he so afraid of the new leader?

Xiao Transparent stared at the back of his boss "Tall" (?) with tears in his eyes, and ran away quickly while slandering the new leader as a pervert.

Zhong Yuanzhong also walked to his car, followed by a large group of garbage.

"Everyone says I won't go back to Attila's side, don't follow me, give up as soon as possible." He gave the brother an angry look, and the latter folded his hands in his pockets with an unpredictable expression: "She won't forgive me again, will she? ?”

"She never resented you. You are too greedy, you know..." He pulled off the brim of his hat impatiently: "Don't annoy her, I don't want to attend the leader's funeral again."

After speaking, he opened the door in front of him, got into the car and left.

The black-haired youth stood in the darkness and watched him go away.

Not to annoy her?How is it possible, isn't she the wife of the leader?Even if the previous leader is gone, the wife of the leader will still be the wife of the leader.

"Hmph." He turned and walked back to the elevator—people, it's better to be alive.After death, he is the same as Mr. Mori, unwilling and unable to jump out of the coffin to express dissatisfaction.

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

Mori sensei

walking unsafely

Although they are all Mrs.

The difference is still very big

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 female apprentice;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Yokohama No. 13 Diva Conservation Association; 1 bottles of Weilan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!