Tokyo: The life of a literary giant begins with home self-defense!

Chapter 287 Is the triangle stable? Part

"understood."

Takeda Takako responded with a pout.

"Which room should I sleep in tonight?"

After talking about business, we will talk about the current troubles.

There was a typhoon outside, and the persimmon tree at the door was shaking frighteningly.

The wife had originally planned to sleep in the same bed with Longchuan Che tonight, but now it is obviously impossible.

"Where to sleep?"

Longchuan Che looked at this and then that.

Songzhi Muzi lowered her head shyly, and her wife looked at her with narrowed eyes.

Two rooms for three people.

Long Chuan Che pinched his head in pain.

"One of you can sleep in my room and the other can sleep in the study. I can sleep on the sofa tonight."

It was impossible for the elders to live in the same room with him in Songzhimuzi, so Longchuan Che made arrangements.

"Then, I'll sleep in the study."

Miss Muzi lowered her head shyly like a little wife, said hello to the two people, and ran back to her room.

"Goodnight Ms. Takeda, goodnight Archer."

The girl covered half of her blushing face with the door, said good night to the two of them, and closed the door in a panic.

In adolescent love, one is at a loss as to what to do when facing the other person’s elders.

This is fully reflected in Miss Muzi.

"You're such a jerk, Ryukawa Tetsu."

The lady held up her face and looked in the direction where the little girl disappeared, a little dazed.

The little girl is cute and full of energy, even she likes her a little.

"You're still lying when you're so young."

The cute and energetic Miss Muzi met a scumbag boyfriend.

The wife felt sorry for the other party.

"It's not a lie if you never know."

Longchuan Che stood up and prepared to go to the kitchen to make a bowl of noodles for his wife.

Takako Takeda had been looking for her everywhere in the afternoon and hadn't eaten yet.

"You want to keep it a secret from her?"

The wife walked into the kitchen wearing slippers with Ryukawa Tetsu.

Longchuan Che's rental house is not big, so the kitchen cannot be spacious.

The boy can reach his wife's kitchen and take things up and down just by turning around.

Miso soup noodles are not complicated. Just boil the seasoning packet and then add boiling water to the noodles.

Longchuan Che looked at the heat rising and raised an eyebrow at his wife behind him.

"Are you going to be honest if you don't hide it? You are such a bad woman, you want to have me all to yourself."

The boy said in a joking tone that he would never let Matsueda Kiko know, and Takeda Takako rolled her eyes and kicked him.

It is indeed as Ryukawa Tetsu said, if his complicated relationship with a couple is exposed, the chances of a breakup are very high, but if it is kept secret, the chances of it exposing the truth are also very high.

"You really care about her."

Whether it was his past self or his sister, it was difficult for Longchuan Che to say that they would never break up. The wife folded her hands with a jealous look on her face.

Longchuan Che glanced in the direction of his wife.

When he entered the room, the woman took off the man's formal suit, and he was wearing his clean white shirt.

The wife wearing a shirt and the girlfriend really have two different feelings.

Even the men's shirt was stuffed full of her, and the black lace bra was faintly visible around the neckline under the light.

"looks good?"

The kitchen was full of fog, so my wife turned up the faucet a little.

"There's enough time if we want to make a quick decision."

There was a noisy sound of water in the sink, and it took seven or eight minutes for the ramen to boil.

"I stay virgin for my girlfriend."

Longchuan Che looked righteous and said no to the charming woman.

It’s okay to be a scumbag, but it’s not okay to do things that are too bullying.

My girlfriend is next door, what if we get caught?

"Really?"

Longchuan Che was cooking noodles while his wife squatted down in the small space.

“Isn’t this quite spirited?”

The wife laughed softly, and breathed to Longchuan Che amid the sound of water. The breath from her rosy lips was warm and hot, and Longchuan Che shuddered.

"I said, aren't you a little too skilled?"

Longchuan Che touched his belt that was suddenly loosened with a strange look on his face.

I just tied a knot here, why was it suddenly pulled down?
Longchuan Che was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, and now he felt cold underneath.

"Tsk, I even washed it specially."

The wife stretched out two fingers and gently picked it up. From this angle, Longchuan Che could see the other person's round buttocks and the waistline with loose black hair.

My wife has a fairy-like figure, with a slender back and round and plump buttocks.

Longchuan Che let the other person eat it, his tone was somewhat calm.

"I'll be really angry if you continue to make trouble."

What Longchuan Che said just now was not a joke. Muzi was right next door and he would not do anything to let her down.

"Are you mean to me?"

The wife pulled up Longchuan Che's pants, stood up and glared at him.

"I was just taking a look, why are you so mean to me?"

Long Chuan Che was helpless when the woman started to act unreasonably. The boy sighed and gave her two more fried eggs.

The wife seemed really angry.

After eating the noodles, he left Longchuan Che in the living room and slammed the door.

"Why are you getting more and more irritable?"

Longchuan Che felt a little toothache as he looked at the direction the woman left. His wife had never been like this before.

Love makes people flesh and blood, and gives them all kinds of little tempers.

Longchuan Che washed the dishes and only went about his own business after both women had gone to sleep.

The unfinished "Ancient Capital", I wrote a little short story during the day today.

Longchuan Che was writing very late, and when the typhoon outside the window gradually subsided, his wife's door creaked open.

"Would you like to come in and sleep?"

The wife folded her hands and turned her face away.

The sofa outside was small and uncomfortable, so she waited until the people next to her fell asleep before coming out to call Longchuan Che.

Only one lamp on the coffee table was on in the living room, and Longchuan Che looked at the woman with messy hair.

When my wife really sees herself with other women, she can’t control her temper.

Longchuan Che patted the seat next to him.

"I won't go. It would be bad if Sister Muzi misunderstood me."

The lady twisted her body and spoke in a teasing voice.

"Are you ashamed? You are the same age as others."

Longchuan Che smiled and closed the pen cap, again indicating to the other party how big it was.

"No matter how old you are, you have to call me sister."

The lady looked at her nails, thought for a while, and walked slowly to Longchuan Che.

The woman admitted that she was jealous. Longchuan Che had never shown so much concern for other people.

Wanting to deceive Song Zhimuzi for a lifetime means that the other party does not want to bear the possibility of losing the other party.

The wife had never seen the other party treat her like this before.

"give you."

Longchuan Che handed the short story he had written during the day to the woman.

The words "The Dancing Girl of Izu" have ink marks that have not yet dried.

"I rested my elbows on the windowsill and gazed at the night scene of the street market for a long time."

"It was a dark street. I could hear the sound of drums in the distance. Somehow, tears started to fall from my eyes."

"Tears fell for no reason."

The lady casually opened a page and read a few sentences.

"New product?"

The wife raised an eyebrow.

This work doesn't seem to be thick, with only a few tens of thousands of words, but it has the same sad style as "Snow Country".

New Sensationalism.

In pursuit of the aesthetic of artistic supremacy through detailed writing, the works of others, except Ryukawa Toru, seem to lack flavor.

"Yes, new work."

Longchuan Che thought about it and then said.

"Please help me submit my work to Bungeishunju using the pen name 'Kawabata Yasunari'."

(End of this chapter)