[Family Education] Jiudaimu Parenting Diary

Ever since his appearance was fixed by a prank, Timoteo has devoted most of his life to how to cover up his true face. Whenever there is a large meeting, there must be a person who is good at illusion. They all wear gloves all the year round, and they don't even have to think about enjoying the sun.

So after so many years, only a few confidantes knew his secret, but xanxus was an accident, as meticulous as he did not expect that the always indifferent son would come to the room to find him in person for the first time, and no one stopped him...

The atmosphere was awkward, and Timoteo had even thought about what he would say after being suspected, for example, he just came to borrow passers-by in the bathroom of Chief Pengelie, or for example, ahahaha, the weather is so good today, do you want to come in and take a bath together? ?

"I'll ask again... who are you?"

The hand that Xanxus was holding on to him gradually tightened, and Timoteo could even hear the scream of his fragile neck bone. Since he became the ninth generation of Vongola, no one dared to choke his hand like this This is the key question. From this, it can be seen that the way this brat handles things in private can only be described as rude.

You can't bear to strangle your neck as soon as you come up?

"Hey, Xanxus, what are you doing outside?"

Terrified, Timoteo heard his own old voice coming from the study behind a door.

"Who is the father?" Xanxus was already in a bad mood, and what happened just now was so bad, even he himself didn't realize how gritted his teeth are now.

"Xanxus, if you have nothing important to do, step back first, he is my guest, your behavior is too rude."

The old voice came again, but this time there was a trace of oppressive majesty in the words, which had never been seen before.

"...Tch..." xanxus let go of his hand unwillingly, then slammed the door fiercely and left, making no effort to hide his anger at this moment.

Timoteo felt that he must have misunderstood something when he smashed it, and in a fit of rage he was stabbed by 'him'.

"Boss, are you alright?" After the bear child left, a bunch of black-skinned and pink-haired little lolis poked their heads in from the door one by one.

"Ahem... were you guys talking just now?" Timoteo asked in embarrassment after taking a breath.

"Because we felt the dangerous situation of the leader, we acted without authorization. Please forgive our recklessness." The little pink-haired lolis bowed together, with an indescribable obedience.

"You guys helped me, I'm really grateful." Timoteo nodded. In fact, even though he is the ninth generation of Vengley, he is no different from these Cerberos who are responsible for maintaining the stability of the world line. Servants, they are actually more like colleagues, but these little girls always like to follow behind him, sometimes alone, sometimes in a group, elusive, and don't know what they are usually doing, but as long as Che With Rebecca, the leader of Belo, here, they will never be far away from Vengley's headquarters.

But the most critical question now is how to explain what happened tonight to xanxus tomorrow, it is impossible to pretend that nothing happened, it was obviously intended to get closer to Er Shi, but now it seems that the distance is getting further and further apart ...

"Don't worry, he won't doubt your identity, your disguise was very successful." Cerbero held up a small mirror to show that what he said was correct.

Looking at himself in the mirror, a bold idea suddenly popped up in Timoteo's mind, a method that could understand the situation without compromising the majesty of the leader.

"Ask Rebecca to find me some...younger clothes. I need them urgently tomorrow." Timoteo ordered to the little radishes.

"Understood!" The little lolis made an ok gesture.

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The 14-year-old Mafia is a magical age. It is said that the first generation of Pengelie established the Pengelie family at this age when he was supposed to be in secondary school. As a mafia leader, he should learn from the attitude of following his heart and appropriate ambition. Similarly, he also hopes that xanxus can learn from the gentle style of the first generation, instead of changing his style like the second generation, using "horror" to rule over his subordinates.

So at noon the next day, the newly dressed Kudaimu-sama entered Vongola's dining hall among a thousand Judaime candidates.

"Your silver hair is so beautiful, why didn't I notice you before?" As soon as he was seated, a Judaime candidate (one of them) next to him spoke to him in surprise.

"It's a great honor to receive your compliments. It's not long since I entered Pengoile's headquarters. It's normal to be unfamiliar." Timoteo said nonsense with his eyes open.

In fact, his hair color used to be black like his sister's, and it turned gray because of some things. Of course, he didn't mind if it was considered silver. This kind of pretentious hair color can stand out in the vast crowd of other faces.

"Okay, although it's a competitor, but if the beauty agrees, would you like to go out for a drink tonight?" Judaime candidate thought he was handsome and raised his forehead and hair.

Although they are distant relatives, this is not good, right? Timoteo wanted to say that, but before he could speak, the table in front of him was kicked over, and it happened to slap on the face of the flirtatious person next door .

Relying on the reflexes developed over the years, he immediately evacuated the ten-meter-long dining table to avoid the miserable end of being covered in spaghetti together.

"Garbage..." Xanxus stood on the other side of the dining table with an extremely ferocious expression, the flame of anger in his hand was burning, it was obvious that this anger was directed at him.

"Ah?" Timoteo uttered a meaningless monosyllable. In the past, he only felt that this bear boy had a bad temper but at least he was obedient, but he didn't expect that he was actually so violent in private. No, it has exceeded this range. He was directly promoted to the point of beating someone for being unreasonable!

The brat on the opposite side stepped forward and punched him in the face without saying a word, but Timo Teo barely avoided it, and instead ran towards the door as fast as he could.

It's not that he can't beat the brat, he just doesn't want his flames to be exposed to everyone, and it's not easy to talk to the furious xanxus in that situation, so he can only lure the brat to Penger first He lined up outside the headquarters, and then used his usual method to knock down the bear kid who was chasing up to the ground.

Keke, compared to Daddy, you are still very tender...

"Let go of my trash!" Pressed to the ground in an extremely humiliating posture, the invincible little overlord Pengo Li was like a lion cub with its fangs bound. Gu Gu defeated the man on him.

"I don't remember when I offended you." Timoteo held his head and said calmly.

"You don't need a reason to kill garbage." Xanxus stared at him with scarlet eyes, as if observing his every move, intending to find a flaw and kill him with one blow, but unfortunately, such things as flaws don't work on him.

"A good boy should be polite, and he will devote himself to swearing." This is the experience of the blood and hatred of the predecessors, and he does not want xanxus to become such a bad adult.

Apparently xanxus ignored his painstaking efforts. He was so angry that he forcibly broke free from the shackles and punched him again, but his son who took it for granted could not do anything to Lao Tzu. After fighting for a long time, he couldn't find Timo who was free to explain the situation. Special Olympics can only beat the bear to the ground again and again.

"Listen to me..."

"Damn trash!"

"I'm not……"

"die--!"

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The bear kid in the second stage was really scary, he couldn't get in his mouth at all, and when he realized that this way of dialogue couldn't go on smoothly, Timoteo decisively knocked out xanxus who was in a rage.

"Are you finally willing to do it?" Yun Shou, who has been on business trips all year round, appeared behind him at some point.

"... Is my education really that bad in Visconti?" Timoteo turned around crying, holding a body that was a head taller than him.

"I thought you knew that kind of soft education method is not suitable for xanxus." Yun Shou took off the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and said contemptuously. Rather than saying that the education is bad, it is better to say that the tempers of the father and son are not compatible at all.

"I just want to struggle..."

Timoteo weakly retorted that he also had a rebellious heart to resist the plot...

"Well, it seems that the effect of struggling is not great." Yun Shou wiped his sunglasses and put them back on, then stretched out his hand: "Come on, give him to me, children are probably used to being disobedient, just give them a good spanking. "

"Wait...!" Timoteo didn't have time to react, and his son, who was dazed in his arms, was dragged away by his guard by the back collar.

He didn't have time to say, at least... at least be gentle, and leave a whole body back...

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