Suizhuo has a very ordinary home, and her husband is a homeless man he picked up in the forest. If Happy Egg hadn't had a keen sense, he probably wouldn't have been able to spot the green hair. Although he is always mysterious, except for company business trips, he goes home every day.
My son is very similar to my husband, but he is well-behaved, sensible, and loves to read. When he was a child, he never needed his mother to supervise his studies, so he could study happily on his own. Although he always talks about formulas, he is cute and cute most of the time.
And she is just an ordinary housewife. The elf is the happy egg she got in the elf center. She does housework every day, buys ingredients for cooking, grows vegetables in the backyard and goes shopping with the housewives around her. There is not much to do.
Even if he wanted to go to the back mountain to pick wild fruits, his filial son would take the initiative to follow him.
However, one day, a strange person suddenly rang her doorbell.
"Is your husband here?"
"Excuse me, do you have anything to do with him?" Suizhu, with a kind smile on his face, put down the vacuum cleaner in his hand and asked puzzledly through the AC.
"Is that so, your husband is involved in cult activities?" Perhaps because he was afraid that she would not believe it, the visitor even took out his alliance work permit, just when he wanted to force his way in.
Suizhuo's gentle eyes suddenly changed. She snapped her fingers, and an ordinary red and white ball appeared on her fingertips.
Suddenly Darkrai appeared behind the visitor, and then the visitor's limbs twitched and fell to the ground. After the visitor faints, Darkrai disappears.
"Sir, sir?" Suizhuo opened the door and saw the man who had fainted at the door. He ran home anxiously and made a quick emergency call.
Except for the elf ball that had just been opened once, everything was business as usual.
(I took out the nds that had been gathering dust for a long time and opened the funny story I had recorded. I suddenly wanted to write it.)
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