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

Chapter 315: 49-Day Plan to Conquer Europe 1
The morning light pierces the mist.

Because it rained last night, the early morning in Paris seemed a little gray.

There seemed to be a layer of rain and frost floating on the various buildings, and the river water not far away also looked turbid.

"Where?"

At around six or seven o'clock, Takeda Maki's voice became a little lazy and hoarse.

The woman was lying on the big white bed, the burgundy dress she was wearing last night had fallen to the ground.

The moist wind blew the woman's hair. She felt Long Chuan Che beside her lift the quilt, and the woman spoke softly.

He said he preferred to be on top, but he turned out to be a loser.

Longchuan Che kissed the other person on the forehead with his bare chest, and then said.

"Running, morning exercise."

Longchuan Che has the habit of exercising and has not given up for such a long time.

The motivation to persevere has something to do with pine branches and wood, and also with my wife.

The wife is so noisy that sometimes Longchuan Che lacks confidence, but the woman around him helps Mr. Shefu regain his confidence.

Every half hour she would shout "enough, enough", so that when Longchuan Che helped her untie the ropes on her body she could only hang limply on him.

Galloping across the grassland might be an unattainable dream for the executive. Takeda Maki turned sideways and hugged the boy's waist.

"No."

No explanation just a tough order.

Longchuan Tetsu rubbed his calf against the other person.

"why not."

The general manager's skin is softer than silk, and the warmth from the quilt has the power to pull Ryukawa Tetsu back.

"It just doesn't work."

Takeda Shinki's hands clung to the man's thin waist.

She pulled herself down, but ended up feeling weak and sluggish.

In fact, she could say a few soft words, or she could say that she wanted me to sleep with her for a while longer.

Longchuan Che supported his face and pulled the quilt down on the woman.

A woman’s skin is whiter than snow, and even a lighter shade on her body can highlight her youthfulness.

"beg me."

Long Chuan Che watched the cold white light escape from between his fingers. The woman snorted and turned away indifferently.

The wind is hot and dry, and there is a faint fragrance in the air.

Getting the executive to ask for help would probably be harder than killing her.

Longchuan Che looked at the other person's beautiful butterfly bones facing him, shrugged his shoulders, stood up and put on his clothes.

There was some mess on the ground.

Burgundy long skirt, men's clothing.

"I'm going to the Sorbonne today. Do you want to come with me?"

Longchuan Che found his luggage in the corner, rustled out his sportswear and put it on.

White short-sleeved shirt and high-elastic compression pants.

Longchuan Che bought this dress when he was in Northern Europe.

There are many islands there, and the coastline is long and winding. When you run in the early morning, you can hear the sound of waves turning into white foam on the gravel reefs.

"I'm going to the editorial office of the New French Review today."

Takeda Maki's voice was lazy, and the wind felt comfortable on her skin.

She found that she kind of liked the feeling of chatting with each other in the early morning, without the usual feeling of loneliness when waking up from insomnia.

"What are you going for?"

"New French Review" is a literary journal that publishes some contracted works as well as some interesting stories about literary celebrities.

"I asked Anne to help me make an appointment with the editor-in-chief of the Times Literary Supplement and the editor of Granta. If the conversation goes well, they will reserve a small page for you in the magazine."

The Times Literary Supplement and Granta are both well-known literary magazines. Ryukawa Toru was stunned when he was putting on his clothes.

"About the book launch?"

Longchuan Che squatted down at the head of the bed and pinched the woman's face with some curiosity.

Huge exposure can bring a certain amount of sales increase. If these well-known old literary magazines are willing to give him space, then the sales of his new book should be good. "I originally wanted to promote you in the entertainment media."

Takeda Shinki slapped away Ryukawa Toru's dog paw.

"But ordinary entertainment newspapers lack authority, and Eastern creators are not very popular internationally."

Takeda Maki was having a headache because selling Ryukawa Toru's new book was much more difficult than she had originally thought.

"During this special period, it is better not to make the sales volume look too bad."

Takeda Maki stared at the man at the head of the bed. She had heard about what was happening in the country.

Ryukawa Toru's situation is precarious. If he fails to open up the Western market, he will definitely be seen as a laughing stock by some people.

"I don't know what you want to do, but I'll help you."

Takeda Maki didn't quite believe that Ryukawa Toru would cooperate with Westerners. His admiration for Eastern culture was deeply rooted in his bones.

Calligraphy, image painting, his sister also said that he sometimes goes to cut wine and see plum blossoms.

This is an author who has no intention of developing himself in the West. Takeda Shinki believes that he would not have entered the European market if some people had not forced him into a corner.

He would sweep the Japanese literary world and then take down the laurel wreath with great momentum and prestige.

This is what Ono Taro said, and the two of them seemed to believe it very much.

"Sister is so cool."

Although the executive lady's personality is not like that of a traditional oriental woman, she is very quick in getting things done.

She roughly knew what Longchuan Che needed and prepared for him.

“Maybe we can try a different morning exercise method?”

The woman was lying there lazily. Long Chuan Che thought for a moment and then lifted the quilt and went in.

The process of exercise is nothing more than fat burning and metabolic system working.

Longchuan Che felt that the same thing would apply if he tried another approach.

"No, no, go exercise."

The beautiful butterfly bones were dyed crimson, and Takeda Shinki's scalp felt a little tingling.

The second experience was better than the first, but Takeda Maki was a little overwhelmed.

"Once every two weeks is enough."

Takeda Maki's tone was a little stuttering; Ryukawa Toru's energy was a little too much for her.

"you…"

Ryukawa Toru looked a little strange. Takeda Maki was unexpectedly weak in some aspects.

In fact, he could throw his wife's question "You can't do it?" to the other party. Looking at the kiss marks of varying sizes on the woman's body, Longchuan Che smacked his lips.

"Then shall I bring you breakfast?"

"There's a bakery across the Bir Akeem Bridge. I want to eat the croissants there."

"Coffee?"

“Cold brew at Café de Flore.”

"Are these two places too far apart?"

"Aren't you running?"

The executive lady probably didn't know how to feel sorry for her boyfriend. She watched Longchuan Toru sighing as he left, and Takeda Maki curled the corners of her mouth.

She has everything, and she doesn't want anything from being with Longchuan Che.

One of them took advantage of both sisters, and it was her little bad taste to make the other run errands.

The morning light is cool and the morning breeze is clear.

After Ryukawa Toru left, Takeda Maki suddenly couldn't sleep.

She stood up and stretched slightly, and when she was about to go wash up, she was suddenly attracted by the luggage that Longchuan Che opened.

There was a thick stack of manuscripts there.

The snow-white is mixed with inky black marks.

"Blind Willow and Sleeping Girl", "Kafka on the Shore", "Norwegian Wood".

Takeda Maki wrote a new work half a month after she first learned about Ryukawa Toru's disappearance.

(End of this chapter)