Doraemon: Start by taking care of Nobita Tamako

Nobi Tamako, who was watching TV in the living room, turned around to look at her son who was standing at the door with a sad face, and walked forward to check on him with some heartache.

"It's nothing, I just fell down accidentally."

Holding a baseball bat, Nobita forced a smile on his scarred face, and his broken heart gradually felt warm.

However, his cold eyes were still fixed on Nobi Hiroshi who was sitting at the round table, and his fingers gripping the baseball bat tightened a little more.

"Why are you looking at me, Nobita?"

Noticing the unfriendly gaze, Hiro Nobi looked away from the screen and glanced at Nobita.

Didn't I just help you break up your relationship and lose someone you shouldn't have had? Do you hate me so much?

Everyone has the right to choose. It’s normal that you can’t win the fight. Who says that thing must belong to you?

Who is he trying to scare with this look of wanting to kill someone with a knife and a cold glare?

While Tamako was applying medicine to Nobita, Nobi Hiroshi quietly went to the second floor and found Doraemon.

For the sake of safety, Nobita must be killed. Simply and roughly getting rid of him would definitely be inappropriate and too cruel.

Just help Nobita find another marriage partner. For example, Fat Tiger’s sister is a pretty good one, but that’s a story for later.

"Doraemon, do you have any props to erase painful memories?"

"Ah, Hiro, what do you want that for?"

"It's nothing serious. I just encountered some unhappy things and want your help."

"Well, I just happened to have something good."

"Forget the stick!"

Looking at Hong who was sitting in front of him, the blue fat man took out a strange stick from his magic pocket. Just by hitting the person, he could forget some unnecessary memories.

"Wow, thank you Doraemon."

Hiro Nobi excitedly took the stick of oblivion, this item was just right for the evil Nobita.

"It's okay, it's a small matter." Doraemon waved his hand nonchalantly.

After living together for such a long time, he was still quite confident in Hong, so he didn't think there was anything wrong.

It can't be worse than the prank that Nobita played after getting the props, right?

Uh... I can’t say for sure.

"Nobita, be careful when you play outside next time. You always get bruised and battered. Mommy really doesn't know what to say to you, kid."

There was a burst of scolding coming from the room. After feeling sorry for her son, Nobita Tamako went into criticism mode again.

With her knees together, feet pulled back, hips raised on her heels and back straight, the lady's behavior was dignified and elegant, and it was hard to imagine that she had another side behind her.

Nobi Hiroshi stood quietly at the door, looking at Nobita who was lowering his head and listening to the scolding, he smiled slyly, and hid at the stairs holding the forgetting stick.

Soon, Nobita, whose ears were almost callused, finally prepared to go upstairs.

With a frustrated look on his face, he had just reached the stairs when a stick suddenly hit him on the head.

In order to achieve better results, the force was a little heavy, and the person was knocked down directly.

"Nobita, forget about what happened today. Dad will find you a better wife in the future."

Nobi Hiroshi said silently in his heart, then took back the Forgetting Stick and observed its subsequent reaction.

"It hurts, why am I here?"

A trace of confusion flashed across Nobita's eyes, but then he regained his calm.

The effect of the forgetting stick seemed to have taken effect, and the memory began to become blurry.

He seemed to be trying hard to recall something, but those memories were like smoke blown away by the wind, elusive.

"I...I seem to have forgotten something very important." Nobita's voice trembled a little, and he felt an inexplicable emptiness and uneasiness.

What were you doing just now?

"Hey, Nobita, what are you doing sitting on the floor? Aren't you going back to your room to read comics?"

Pretending to walk down from the second floor, Hiro Nobi kindly helped Nobita up and spoke to him with concern.

"Reading comics. I was reading comics in my room just now!"

Nobita Nobi woke up as if from a dream, and happily walked back to his room up the stairs, apparently having forgotten what happened today.

"Okay, it's solved successfully."

"Nobita, listen to your dad's advice. Fatty is your final destination."

Looking at Nobita's back, Hiro Nobi felt mixed emotions. Everything he did was out of love for his son.

He silently clenched the forgetfulness stick in his hand and vowed to himself that he would give Nobita a better future wife.

……

……

As night fell, Hiro Nobi, who had just finished training his superpowers, was a little bored, so he read comics until late at night.

The lights in the town gradually go out, and it's time to go to Shizuka's house to help the lonely lady solve her problems.

As usual, I used instant teleportation continuously to arrive at Shizuka's house. Minamoto Yoshio and Minamoto Shizuyu were already asleep in the room.

The useless uncle still slept alone under a separate blanket. Nobi Hiro gave him a sarcastic look and crawled into his wife's soft and fragrant blanket.

In the dream world, the same place, the same clothes, Yuan Jingyu's snow-white and plump figure was tightened by the thin apron, and her perfect lines appeared even more curvy.

Nobi Hiroshi walked up to the squatting Minamoto Shizuka and stroked her smooth and fair face.

"Why am I having this dream again?"

"Is it really true that I am not satisfied..."

Yuan Jingyu, who was still in shock, choked up slightly, looked up at the cute shota, stretched her neck, and looked reluctant but willing.

"Hiss... Aunt Jingyu... I didn't expect you to be like this... I was just showing it to you and you... You're such a horse fork worm."

Hiro Nobi stood there blankly, and from his perspective he could look down and appreciate his wife's happy and satisfied expression.

His behavior was a little stiff, maybe it was his first time experiencing this.

"Uh...uh..."

Without making any rebuttal, since it was just a dream, Yuan Jingyu simply released his nature.

She used all the skills that she had never used on her husband.

But due to lack of experience, Nobi Hiroshi always frowned, so he simply measured the lung capacity so as to avoid mistakes.

"What are you going to do with these things?"

After the appetizer, Minamoto Shizuka watched as some small whips, chains and blindfolds appeared out of thin air in Nobi Hiroshi's hands.

I have a bad feeling.

"Hey, it's okay Aunt Jingyu, they're just some props."

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

Nobi Hiroshi smiled gently, put a black sleeping mask on his wife, locked her hands and feet to prevent her from moving around in her sleep, and used a whip to gently whip the disobedient Yukiko who was shaking left and right.

"Ah! Don't do that..."

Yuan Jingyu lay on the ground, sobbing softly, his eyes filled with tears under the blindfold, and he let out a coquettish sound that seemed to be pain but not pain.

The cheeks are abnormally flushed.

I refused at first, but as things gradually got better, I became really interested.

"Aunt Jingyu, how do you feel?"

"More...more..."

The shy voice whispered softly.

"Well, but I have a request..." Squatting down, Hiroshi Nobi whispered something softly in his wife's ear with a harmless smile.

Then, a pleading voice as thin as a mosquito was heard, having already put aside its dignity.

"Master...Master..."

Chapter 64: Preparing to bring Nobita and Fatty together

The next morning, on the beach, Mrs. Jingyu hurriedly destroyed the evidence and threw all the sheets and clothes into the washing machine.

The blush on her pretty face lingered all night. The dazzling beam of light outside the window made her squint her beautiful eyes slightly. She put her hands over her brows, with a satisfied smile on her lips. She looked cute in a daze.

"Honey, I'm going to work."

Minamoto Yoshio was standing at the entrance, carrying a briefcase and greeting his wife.

"Well, be careful on the road."

Yuan Jingyu smiled and waved his hand, hiding the resentment in his heart very well.

It’s all my husband’s fault. I have such strange dreams every night.

Memories surged in my mind like a wave. I realized how humble and eager I was, and how I completely lost my dignity at the hands of my daughter's classmate.

But she didn't feel any regrets, instead she felt an inexplicable expectation, hoping to have such a dream tonight.

But the happier you are in your dreams, the more empty you feel in reality; it is ultimately just a castle in the air.

Minamoto Shizuka became more and more disgusted with Minamoto Yoshio. Her husband, who was of ordinary appearance, could not even meet his most basic needs.

None of them are as good as Shizuka's lovely classmate.

"Hong..."

The wife bit her lip, her fingertips lightly hanging under the hem of her skirt, recalling the appearance of the young boy, and began to generate energy for love.

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……

A week passed quickly and it was the exciting weekend again.

The two-day holiday must be used for fun, so everyone plans to gather at the amusement park on Saturday. In addition to the regular group of five, Tachibana who is free is also invited.

It's such a pity that Otome has gone back to her grandmother's house in the countryside.

As usual, Nobi Hiroshi went to Shizuka's house to look for someone, but he didn't find the sweet girl at the door, but another graceful figure appeared.

The wheat-colored suspender skirt glows with a faint golden luster under the sunlight.

The skirt fits her body softly, swaying gently with her waist, revealing her natural and beautiful legs without any embellishment.

She was wearing pure white sandals, which were simple yet exquisite, showing a youthful vitality. Ten toes the size of fermented black beans were like tiny pearls, arranged between the foot straps.

"Mr. Hong, you are here to wait for Shizuka too." Tachibana walked over with small steps. Her toes seemed to be dancing as she walked lightly, adding a bit of agility and vitality to her.

"Yeah, you too, Tachibana."

"This outfit is so cute, like a heroine from a comic book."

Nobi Hiroshi spoke without thinking, as if he was used to it. He looked at the lovely girl and was reluctant to leave.

If you were to use this kind of look and speak so bluntly, any member of the opposite sex who has no feelings for you would definitely put you on the blacklist.

It's a pity that Hong can't make this list.

"Really? Rikka is really as cute as you say..."

There was a sweet feeling in her heart, and her cute little face blushed and lowered slightly.

"Of course, Tachibana-san is really cute." Hong smiled and reached out to pinch the bun.

Every movement and every smile of the girl is like the most beautiful scenery in summer, making people unable to help but take a few more glances.

"Ahem, Hiroshi, Tachibana, what are you two doing here?"

Suddenly, Shizuka's voice came from beside me, and the girl walked over with a kind face, wearing a pink dress.