[Family Education] Jiudaimu Parenting Diary

In short, no matter what happened at Bingsheng, Pengo Li's headquarters still maintains a peaceful old-age atmosphere. Apart from the special occupation of Peng Geli's leader, Timoteo's life is actually quite boring. Get up at 7 o'clock to feed the dog, serve the master, change clothes, brush teeth and wash your face, and then go to the garden to have breakfast. Sometimes the breakfast is freshly baked bread, and sometimes there are staple foods such as noodles or porridge. When the time is not very urgent He will spend half a day in his garden, and occasionally he will plant some tomatoes or lettuce to cultivate his sentiments. When the season is ripe, he will cook himself to send the warmth of autumn to his subordinates.

"vomit--"

Everyone in Pengo Lie vomited all over the floor.

"What's wrong with them?" Timoteo turned around and asked Lei Shou beside him.

"They... they probably just ate too much breakfast..." Lei Shou turned his head away in embarrassment, not looking at the so-called salad purple luminous object in the leader's hand.

"It's okay, I'll put it in the refrigerator later, and you can enjoy it anytime." Timoteo smiled, and it was rare for the chef to send his heart to the hearts of all his subordinates next time.

coming!

Pengo Lie's annual dark cooking trial!

Lei Shou had a horrified face. It is said that most of the employees under Peng Gelie can maintain such a high-quality average level thanks to the leader's dark cuisine, because ordinary people with poor physical fitness will burp as long as they eat a bite of the leader's cuisine. Fart, even his colleagues have abandoned him and ran away with no loyalty. At present, the only man who can eat it whole and barely talk to the leader is the man in the legend!

"Ah, I almost forgot, it's time to call Zhenmei, and I don't know if she's doing well outside." Timoteo suddenly thought.

Older people tend to forget things. Before, he always forgot to transfer flames to the ice cubes in the basement. In the past eight years, Xanxus’ body functions have all been maintained by his flames. If he doesn’t replenish it from time to time, he will probably die in it. .

"Ooooooooooo~"

The brown-red Teddy ran up to him again, stuck his tongue out in front of him, and spun around.

"No, you've already gone out just now." Timoteo ruthlessly rejected the pet's request. God knows that this perverted dog is anxious to go out for a walk every day just to find a little bitch of the right age to have sex.

Now he is the only one left in Pengo Lie. If Ah Li was still there, he would not be so boring. It seems that he is not interested in him anymore. Sure enough, the little rabbit is much more attractive than him.

Now that I think about it, it has been a while since he went to Bingsheng to make troubles, and I don't know what he is busy with in prison now.

Back in the garden, Timoteo dialed the phone while walking:

"It's so beautiful, um, it's me, how are you doing recently?"

Hearing the reply from the other end of the phone, he was relieved. It seems that the child is still very energetic. Fortunately, he did not inherit his brother's waste wood, but at the age of fifteen, she is now a little adult who can take care of herself. up.

"Yeah, I see. Zhenmei should take care of herself. If you have nightmares at night, you can go to Lalmirci's room to sleep." Timoteo walked to the fountain step by step with a scepter. The surface of the water reflected his old skin.

Since adopting Zhenmei, his heart fluctuates in a very stable state. I have to say that the gap between adopting a son and adopting a daughter is really too big. The daughter is not worry-free and considerate, and there is no problem in communication. Even if she makes a mistake, she can observe some ordinary trivial things in a subtle way, so during the time she went to practice, he was not used to being taken care of by others. As for Rebecca...she has already drawn circles in the corner For a long time.

"Ah, I'm really sorry to disturb your practice time, um, I'll call back in a few days." After chatting for about 10 minutes, Timoteo also felt that he was becoming more and more like a nagging Nagging old lady, in order not to annoy Zhenmei, he decided to suppress some other mother-in-law matters and save them for the next call.

Just when he was about to hang up the phone, the dull pain from the back of his neck made him lose consciousness for a moment, and the communicator in his hand fell down and fell into the pool of the fountain with a plop.

The falling body of the young man did not fall to the ground as expected, but was caught by a pair of big hands and held in his arms smoothly.

"..."

A man with a serious face appeared behind him at some point, his eyes were full of hatred and anger, all kinds of complex emotions were intertwined, and the fragile bones in his squeezed hands rattled.

"Hmm..." The man in the arms frowned uncomfortably. Since it was an informal occasion, he probably just used illusion to cover his face slightly today. The master's consciousness dispersed, and the illusion disappeared immediately.

It wasn't until he touched his body again that he realized that his father's figure was not as tall as he had imagined when he was a child. He could even break the fragile neck of his hand without any effort.

But in the end he still didn't do anything.

On the same day, the leaders of the ninth generation of Vongola’s family closed their doors to anyone on the grounds that the leg disease had recurred. The next day, the outside advisory organization outside the Vengola family was the first to become suspicious, and its leader, Iemitsu Sawada, rushed to Went to Namori Town, Japan.

At this time, dark clouds are surging within the Pengo Li family, and no one knows that this first mafia family that has experienced a century of hardships is about to usher in a great change...

Timoteo didn't know how long he had slept. He only knew that when he woke up, his whole body was sore and limp. He was probably injected with some kind of injection of sealing power, which caused his limbs to be so limp that he couldn't gather a trace of flame, which was used as a weapon. I don't know where the scepter went.

"Are you awake?"

Two pink-haired and dark-skinned girls stood in front of his bed, one on the left and the other on the right, and one of them was still holding a warm meal in his hand.

"Well, but the neck still hurts a bit." Timoteo struggled for a while, but decided to lie back and sleep for a while. The side effects of this potion that seals the flames are really cheating, and he couldn't even open his eyelids.

"I hope you can cooperate with Lord Xanxus' plan, and we..." The Cerberos hesitated to speak.

"I understand." It's inconvenient to explain, after all, they are still in someone else's territory, but he still wonders why Cerbero, who has always appeared in the form of a young girl, has grown up overnight?

"Because this appearance will make the current boss feel more reliable." Cerberos replied.

==...

Are you implying that you can come and go as you please in front of him?

"Hey! Go away, let me go in and see him!"

Suddenly there was a familiar growl at the door, and I saw a certain savage shark push away violently, and Cerbero abruptly squeezed in from behind the door.

Ah, here comes a joker.

Timoteo immediately wanted to pull the quilt over his face.

"Here, please don't make any noise." Cerbero said without any ups and downs.

"Hmm..." Squalo choked, he didn't mean it, but he was used to being so loud, and he didn't react for a while.

"Since you're here, come in and sit down. I'm sorry I can't get up to greet you." Timoteo got up and leaned limply on the pillow.

Squalo's expression seemed to be even more irritable, his long silver hair was almost rubbed into a chicken coop by him, and finally he sat awkwardly on the opposite chair.

Seeing that he had something to say, the Cerberos retreated wisely, leaving only the two of them in the room.

Timoteo looked at him indifferently, obviously he was the prisoner, but this one seemed more anxious than him.

"Hey... Boss, he didn't do anything to you, right..." After a suspicious pause, Balian asked tentatively.

"It hurts a bit, but it's bearable. As for the rest, I just woke up, so I don't know very well." Timoteo touched the back of his neck, and without looking behind, he knew that a heavy hand must have been done, and bruises were inevitable. .

But why do you ask him this, is it only Xanxus who was attacked last time?

Squalo: "The BOSS acted without authorization after breaking the ice that day. Even I don't know his intentions. By the time you know everything, you have been sent here secretly..."

"..."

Wait a minute, looking at the bright side, actually xanxus still saved him face, didn't he?

"But it doesn't do you any good to tell me that, does it?" Timoteo interrupted him.

"That's why I don't mean that!" The voice of a certain violent shark raised again. He is not good at communicating calmly with others, but this one in front of him is too calm. Normal people encounter such things You have to worry about your own situation anyway, isn't he surprised at all? !

Timoteo yawned, his eyelids fighting again.

【Drip drip-! 】

The urgent notification sound beeped, and Squalo grabbed the communicator on his waist and yelled impatiently:

"The dead shemale farts!"

[That~Skujiang~Boss just told you to hurry up and get back Vengley's half ring...]

【click】

Before Lusilia's rippling voice could be heard halfway, the communicator was thrown out of the window by the berserk Squalo.

"Tsk, it's just at this time, did the bastard BOSS do it on purpose!" Squalo's face was so dark that ink dripped out, and when he turned his head to look again, the person on the bed was already snoring softly, his chest rising and falling steadily. It was a sound sleep.

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