I used 300 JPY to catch up with my parents

Fuxi is very satisfied with her job in the Armed Detective Agency.

Earlier, she thought about being a conjurer, but later found that her strength was too weak, and she used the conjuration equipment poorly, often hitting her head, to the point where You Yun wanted to sigh.

The most important point is that she doesn't like dealing with curse spirits, and prefers to contact cunning and interesting humans, so she gave up this dream.

Fuxi's mind is good, but her physical skills are too poor, and she gradually becomes tired after recovering her memory. She can't run after running 3000 meters. She was once taken hostage because she ran too slowly.

So Fuheshier decided to improve her physical fitness.

In the first round, get up early and run in the morning.

"You get up at four o'clock tomorrow morning and go for a run with me." Fu Heisher said to his wife.

Fuxi was drawing a picture, and readily agreed: "Okay, I want to become stronger."

At four o'clock the next day, Fuheshier had finished washing and got her a cup of hot cocoa to wake her up on time.

"Get up! What about going for a run?"

Fuxi didn't even open her eyes, feeling that Fu Heisher was too noisy, she tucked her head into the quilt.

"Don't try to stay in bed."

Fu Heisher threw off the quilt, Fuxi curled up into a ball, and got under the pillow again.

"The pillows will also be confiscated from you."

He stretched out his hand and pulled, Fuxi lost her pillow and just lay on the bed sheet.

"Can't you get up?"

Fuheshier tore off the bed sheet again.

"Is it so hard to get out of bed?"

thump—

He tidied the quilt and sheets, and when he looked back, Fuxi had already fallen asleep on the floor.

Fu Heisher felt angry and funny, squatted down and asked, "Do you really want to become stronger, huh?"

Fuxi closed her eyes and said, "I don't want to."

"That's not what you said yesterday."

"Anyway—" Fuxi suddenly came over and kissed him.Because he didn't open his eyes, he kissed the tip of his nose, "My husband is the strongest."

……cough.

There is no way to overpower others.

In the first round, Fuheshier failed.

Instead of running in the morning, do sit-ups at night.

After hearing this, Fuxi's expression was strange: "Are you sure you'll spend the night doing sit-ups?"

Fuheshier: "Push-ups are too difficult for you, just do sit-ups."

This was already the easiest way of exercising he could think of.

Fuxi: "No, I mean, do sit-ups at night and nothing else?"

Fuhesher: "...Well, let me think about it."

To do something else... Sure enough, he still wanted to do something else.

Speaking of which, they were able to avoid Fu Heikui and spend the night together, thanks to Fu Heihui.

As the youngest child of the Fuhei family, Fuhekui is very dependent on Fuheisher, whether it is eating, bathing or sleeping, he has to be with his father.

For the previous projects, Fu Heisher cooperated very well, but he didn't want to cooperate with the only thing about sleeping.

Once he put Fu Heikui to sleep, and quietly returned to Fuxi's room.

The young wife was wearing his favorite nightdress, lying there very casually, holding [-] yen in her hand, and blinking at him: "Do you want a date?"

The relationship between husband and wife is justifiable, but it seems to be piao, but it also makes him faintly excited.

But when the two were getting better, there was a sudden knock on the door from Fu Heikui: "Dad, can you sleep with me?"

Fuxi panted softly: "Children must learn to sleep on their own, and they shouldn't be spoiled too much."

Fu Heisher hesitated: "But she is still young..."

"Father, I'm afraid of sleeping alone..." The little girl's voice was tinged with tears.

Fu Heisher instantly softened his heart: "Okay."

As soon as he agreed, he was kicked hard by the wife under him.

"Then go and accompany your daughter."

Fuxi unceremoniously kicked him out.

Fu Heisher sighed, of course he was happy to see his lovely daughter when he opened his eyes, but after a long time, his sexual life with Fuxi was seriously affected.

During the day, Fuxi has to work, and on days off she has to take the other children out to play, or attend friends' gatherings.

He was not allowed to enter the room at all at night, saying that his daughter would come to ask for her father in less than 10 minutes.

"It's enough for you to have a daughter, what do you want me to do?" Fuxi pressed Fu Heisher's hand, expressionless, "Go and accompany her."

"Hush, she finally fell asleep." Fu Heisher said aggrievedly, "...it's not easy for me either."

"It's not easy?" Fuxi raised her eyebrows, and then raised her voice, "Fu Heikui, your father is missing!"

"Hey--"

boom.

The door was already closed, and Fuxi said from behind the door: "If you don't want to solve the problem of your daughter sleeping independently, I won't let you in. As I said, don't spoil her."

Fuxi and Fuheshier are a typical combination of strict mother and loving father.She taught Fu Heikui to be very strict, no picky eaters, no snacks, no bad manners... But Fu Heisher, no matter what Fu Heikui did wrong, he was reluctant to blame her.

His daughter is so cute, how can she be wrong, it's someone else who is wrong—it has reached the point of blindness.

The precocious Fu Heihui was the first to notice something was wrong between his father and stepmother.

"Xiaokui is your daughter, and Fuxi is your wife." Fu Heihui said to Fu Heisher, "According to the logic, you should share a room with your wife."

Fu Heisher got annoyed when he looked like a grown-up, rubbed his sea urchin head and said, "It's easy for you to say, but what if Xiaokui howls?"

Fu Heihui rescued her hair from his clutches, frowned and said, "Then you have to find out why Xiaokui refuses to sleep alone."

——Why does Xiaokui refuse to sleep alone?

—she said she was afraid.

But what is she afraid of?

Fu Heihui went to ask Fu Heikui.

"The curtains are like monsters."

"There's no light at all, and I'm afraid."

"I want something familiar to sleep with me."

He memorized them one by one.

[Swap printed curtains for solid color curtains. 】

[Buy a moon night light. 】

【...Let Jade Dog sleep with Xiaokui. 】

"Xiaokui, be brave, I will praise you."

In this way, Fu Heihui successfully solved Fu Heikui's problem of not daring to sleep alone.

Fuheshier can finally enter his wife's room again.

A night without Fu Heikui's children is a world completely belonging to adults.

"There's ice-cold jelly in the refrigerator." Fuxi scratched his Adam's apple with her fingertips, her eyes became deep under the dim light, "Do you want to experience something happier, Mr. Shier?"

He probably guessed it, but pretended not to understand: "Mr. Fuxi, what is a happier thing?"

Whether it is the soft and delicate skin of the other party, the blurred eyes, or the tip of the tongue exposed when panting, the interlacing of the two temperatures of ice and fire, all of them are things that make him feel happy.

……

Fuheshier is more than ten years older than Fuxi, but after the end, he likes to be patted on the back by her like a child.

He quit smoking when his wife was pregnant, and later gave birth to Fu Heikui, and he has never touched cigarettes again, so he has no habit of smoking afterward.

At two o'clock in the morning, outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the moon and stars are sparse, and there are only a few lights left in the thousands of houses in the opposite neighborhood.

"Hey, why do you think those people haven't slept yet?" Fuxi asked curiously.

Fu Heisher leaned on her shoulder and said, "Probably doing the same thing as us."

"...We didn't turn on the chandelier!"

"Oh, that might be working overtime. Young people in today's society are under a lot of pressure and work very hard." Fu Heisher snatched her back and embraced her, "After all, not everyone has the conditions to be soft like me. For food."

Fuxi pretended to complain: "It's an honor to eat soft rice, isn't it?"

"That's right." Fu Heisher said exaggeratedly, "Rich woman, you're hungry and hungry, look at this little boy."

"You can't be considered a little boy, you are an old boy."

"Nonsense, I'm still young."

Fuxi curled her lips: "Reluctantly."

"What is reluctance? You don't want to go to work tomorrow?"

Fu Heisher proved with practical actions that he is not reluctant.

In the end, Fuxi had no choice but to change her words: "Very young, very young, I was wrong, Lord Shier."

Fuheshier was satisfied with this.

"Are you hungry?" Fuxi nudged him with her elbow, "I'm hungry."

"Have I not fed you for so long? - Hiss, stop scratching, are you a cat?" Fu Heisher rolled over and got off the bed, "I see, what do you want to eat?"

"Instant noodles, I haven't eaten for a long time."

Fuxi doesn't have much interest in other foods, but she always misses the instant noodles cooked by Fu Heisher.

It was the first time Fu Heisher cooked for her.

"Eating junk food again, like those two girls, how many times have I said that there are trans fats in instant noodles, and sooner or later there will be a few more fat people in the family."

Those two girls were referring to Zenyuan Maki and Zenyuan Zhenyi, both sisters liked to eat junk food, not regular meals.

"Trans fat is just trans fat, anyway, it won't kill you." Fuxi said nonchalantly, "Besides, even if I become fat, you can still hug me."

"laugh."

Fu Heisher dropped a faint sneer and went to the kitchen.

After a while, he came back with a bowl of instant noodles and a pair of chopsticks.

Instead of simple instant noodles, he replaced her with a buckwheat noodle pancake, fried eggs, two slices of beef, and added wakame and tofu.

"Eat it, as expected, you should eat less trans fat."

Speaking of which, Fuheshier actually knew about trans fats, which surprised Fuxi at first.

When she was pregnant with Fu Hei Kui, Fu Heisher cared more than she did. Not only did he read books on diet for pregnant women, prenatal education, but he also wrote down some precautions on paper.

This move attracted onlookers from the whole family, and everyone stopped and sighed: "Shen Er can actually write."

Instead of swearing, Fu Heisher joked, "Yes, not only can I write, but I'm also preparing to take the Tokyo University exam."

He read more books that year than all the books he had read in the past combined.

The manuscript paper he wrote on was too scribbled, many characters Fuxi couldn't understand, but she put them away and didn't throw any of them away.

After Fu Heikui was born, Fu Heisher got up two-thirds of the night to warm and feed her milk.

Telling stories, showing cartoons, learning to walk and recognize objects are basically taught by him.

Fuxi often feels that she is not a good mother, and the dual roles of father and mother seem to be played by Fu Heisher alone.

He can not only wear a bib, use children's tableware with Fu Heikui, but also find a needle and thread to help her sew up the damaged bear, and he can also seriously popularize children's sex education and teach her to protect herself.

Fu Heikui likes to eat small snacks, and Fu Heisher has learned to read the food ingredient list, discarding all trans fats and flavors.

"Is the child eating something in his stomach and playing around?"

It's hard to believe, these are the words of a man who often eats blindly and even dares to swallow curse spirits in his stomach.

He has no parents who treat him well, nor brothers and sisters who are friendly. The family members look down on him, bully him, and regard him as a shame.

Home is always his regret, even a shortcoming.

Fuxi knows that now he is working hard to manage his family.

From the perspective of outsiders, it may not be possible to understand Fuheshier's family model-a third-married wife, half-children, ex-wife's children, two cousins, and an unrelated adopted daughter.

But that's all about Fuheshier.

Amidst the hot air, Fuxi sucked on the noodles.

Tears flowed down without warning.

At this moment, she was both happy and sad.

"What's wrong with you?" Fu Heisher turned pale with shock, "Is it so unpalatable?"

It actually made people cry.

"Did I forget to add salt?" He took the bowl, took a sip of the noodle soup, and clicked his tongue again, "Isn't the taste quite normal—"

Being embraced without warning, he was startled for a moment, his eyes soon softened, he didn't ask why, he just let her hold her.

"Shir, it's great to meet you."

Fuxi closed her eyes, and slowly let out a satisfied sigh.

"As long as you know."

Fu Heisher twitched the corner of his mouth, "Then don't cherish me well, give me more pocket money next month."

Fuxi smiled and hummed, then looked out the window again.

"It hasn't snowed yet this winter, so fast, it's almost your and Huihui's birthday."

The birthdays of Fuhei and his son are both in December, so December will always be the month that Fuxi attaches the most importance to.

"Do you want to go skiing?" Fuheshier asked.

"Where are you going to ski at this point? It's not snowing outside—" Fuxi suddenly understood what Fu Heisher meant, and her eyes lit up. "Are you going to artificially snow?"

"Yes, so you have to eat quickly and change your clothes." Fu Heisher smiled, "Be back before the little bastards get up."

Fuhesher's spells and spells come from Fuxi, which is her blessing and curse before she dies.

About this, even Fyodor and Fyodor's little friends failed to explain.

That's why it's called a miracle.

It's just that when Fuheshier accepted the commission, he only used magic tools to fight, never used spells.

His wife's spell power was not for him to fight.

"This is your bride price for marrying me."

There is and only his body can control such a technique, and snowflakes soon floated over Yokohama.

"Go to the sea." Fuxi suggested, "I always feel that I will disturb others on the shore."

Fu Heisher did as she wished.

While skiing in the sea, Fuxi remembered many little things since she married Fu Heisher.

He grows sunflowers with her, blows her hair, asks her to shave him, makes red bean pies following the video on rainy days, brings a big watermelon back from a mission, and gives her paintings some ugly names when she paints...

It's really trivial, trivial things, and in these trivial things, her life shines brightly.

Fuxi stopped and took off her gloves.

"I still remember that when I was critically ill, you drew and lengthened the lifeline on my hand with a pen."

That extension cord has long since washed out, and her lifeline is still short, but—

Fuheshier took her hand.

"Okay, then I'll give you half of it."

When holding hands, their lifelines intersect.

"It's seven o'clock, Xiaokui and Huihui should get up, let's go back."

"Ah."

Its daybreak.

They went home holding hands.

The author says:

Thank you for your company and support all the time. This is the end of the story of Fuxi and Shier.

Goodbye to the next book, "Sweetheart of Magic, Forced to Open" and "Family, Meal, Hungry"

(open soon)