Chapter 331: The Majesty of the Wife

The morning breeze from the north is a little chilly, and the clouds brought from there seem as light as a girl's weight.

After Longchuan Che spoke, the eldest lady was stunned for two or three seconds.

They actually met when they were very young, when Ryukawa Toru was still in the Kujo family.

“It was all in kindergarten.”

Natsuko Imamura curled her lips, as if she was not very interested in this matter.

"And don't think you can get anything out of me just by mentioning the past."

Besides the old man, the eldest daughter also knew about this old story. Long Chuanche let out a sigh and put the other person down.

"What about gentlemanly manners?"

"I am tired of holding it."

In fact, I’m not tired at all. The young lady is too cunning.

"Ah."

The eldest lady sneered and walked back slowly.

It was just a stitch in the side, and she didn't need to let Longchuan Che carry her back.

"you are always like this."

The girl's face was very pretty, and Longchuan Che heard her mumbling.

"If you don't want to suffer a loss, you will often end up doing things that people hate."

The girl walking along the road has a slender figure and light steps. When the breeze blows past, people always wonder if she will be blown away by the wind like a willow.

"for example?"

Longchuan Che followed beside her with his hands in his pockets.

"For example, you tricked a girl from kindergarten into marrying you, saying she would take care of her, but she ran away."

The girl frowned and then lowered her brows, looking at Longchuan Che's face full of reluctance.

"When you go out, you cause trouble for others. When you come back, you cause trouble for others again."

The eldest lady was tough on the outside but soft on the inside. She clearly said that she didn't want to trick Long Chuan Che, but she ended up pouting and saying that.

"There is a diary from your childhood at my house."

"journal?"

Long Chuan Che was stunned.

"Whose good person writes a diary?"

Seeing that the eldest lady was staring at him closely, Long Chuan Che raised his eyebrows and pointed at himself with his finger.

"How old was I then?"

Seeing the eldest lady nodding, Longchuan Che felt that this girl was playing tricks on him.

"Sima Guang wrote "Smashing the Jar" at the age of 7, Luo Binwang wrote "Ode to the Goose" at the age of 7. Are you saying that I could write my own diary before I was five?"

Longchuan Che helped the eldest lady walk back.

"What to write? Did you wet the bed this morning?"

In Longchuan Che's memory, he is a dull and honest person.

Catch insects in summer and dig bamboo shoots in winter.

The eldest lady hoped that he would learn about her past experiences from her diary.

"You're either teasing me on purpose or you want to hear a ghost story tonight."

The young lady is afraid of ghosts and can't fall asleep after hearing horror stories.

Looking at Ryukawa Toru's threatening expression, Imamura Natsuko rolled her eyes.

"I bow to the savior Guanyin, and pass on the light to the Eastern Susan King. What's wrong with writing two diaries?"

These two slogans were so arrogant and immature that Longchuan Che was stunned for two seconds.

"what happened?"

The scorching sun slowly rose into the sky, and Longchuan Che had been frowning since he came back in the morning.

Takeda Maki was lying on a hammock and spoke softly to Ryukawa Toru who was eating breakfast in the courtyard.

There were some slight marks on the wrists, and the thin white long legs were crossed together.

The light yellow hammock reveals the woman's graceful figure.

Longchuan Che glanced at the other person.

"Do you think there is such a thing as a precognitive dream?"

I bow to the savior Guanyin, and pass on the lamp to the Eastern King Sulisan.

Isn't this what he always dreams about?

Hearing it from the young lady's mouth made him feel as if he were in another world.

"I bow to the savior Guanyin? The king of the East Susan who passed on the lamp?"

Takeda Shinki rolled her eyes and turned away. "You've reached this age too?" The executive probably meant that Ryukawa Tetsu had reached the age of having a second-year syndrome. Ryukawa Tetsu forked a piece of fried egg into his mouth.

"I bow to the compassionate Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, the savior of the world. This is the honorific title that the monk Hira called out to Prince Shotoku."

You can say that Mr. Longchuan has many literary flaws, but you can't say that he is like a child with a second-year syndrome.

He wiped the yellowish juice from his lips with paper.

"The twelve ranks of the crown broke the shackles of the hereditary system and allowed talented people to come to the fore. The monk Nichira called Prince Shotoku 'I bow to the savior of the world, Guanyin, and pass on the light to the Eastern Susan King.'"

Japan has the story of Prince Shotoku.

This person, who was recorded in the Nihon Shoki, could speak a hundred days after his birth and understood Buddhism before he was a year old.

He was almost carved from the same eye as the Sakyamuni who could speak since birth, but that is only a story after the myth.

"Prince Shotoku, who introduced the culture and system of ancient China, formulated the "Twelve Ranks of the Crown" and the Seventeen-Article Constitution, and intended to establish a centralized state system centered on the Emperor?"

It is a legend that Prince Shotoku could speak soon after birth. The real Prince Shotoku in history was a thinker and politician in Japan's Asuka period.

Changed "the king who rules the world" to "the emperor".

He was an important figure in political reform in Japanese history.

"You know a lot, don't you?"

The executive was lying on the hammock, looking a little lazy.

Longchuan Che walked over and turned her over.

The woman's face was gorgeous, glowing fluorescently under the blue sky of Provence.

"What are you doing?"

Takeda Shinki stretched out a finger and pressed it against Ryukawa Toru's mouth which was about to approach.

This person just finished running and hasn't taken a shower yet.

The executive officer thought he was a little sloppy.

"Prince Shotoku, dear, what's wrong with you?"

Longchuan Che raised his eyebrows. It felt unreal that the eldest lady said what he dreamt about.

The more bizarre things you experience, the more afraid you become of ghosts and gods.

Longchuan Che now understands why the young lady who is said to have "mind-sensing powers" is so afraid of ghosts.

"Prince Shotoku, you cannot kiss me."

Takeda Shinki pinched Ryukawa Toru's face. She didn't know why Imamura Natsuko called Ryukawa Toru after the precocious Prince Shotoku in the legend.

"You might as well think about what to do about the Booker Prize."

Takeda Maki is a staunch materialist fighter. Instead of thinking about so many irrelevant things, Ryukawa Toru might as well think about the rejection of his manuscript of "Norwegian Wood".

“The Booker Prize?”

Takeda Shinki placed her finger on Ryukawa Toru's lips, causing his speech to be somewhat slurred.

"I can only rely on you, Mr. Executive."

He held the woman's small hand against his heart.

After being rejected by Patrick, Longchuan Che seemed to suddenly come to his senses.

"You said you would support me, so don't break your promise."

If Takeda Maki is willing to use her money, there will probably be a way to get on the long list.

The woman raised her eyebrows at Longchuan Che who was on the right track.

"My sister spent the money, but she was very dissatisfied with the result last night."

The woman's makeup was gorgeous, and her hooked chin was surprisingly charming.

"Is there anyone who dares to kidnap the sponsor?"

Takeda Shinki was really mad last night.

Everything was going well, but then someone suddenly interrupted me.

“Is it more important, work or me?”

The executive pursed her red lips, put Longchuan Tetsu's finger into her mouth and licked it.

The tongue is tender and smooth.

The feeling on the fingertips is warm and comfortable.

"of course"

At this time, of course, the big money sponsor is important.

When Longchuan Che was about to open his mouth.

“I think work is more important.”

The midday sun was rising higher and higher, and a plump woman in a business suit stood outside the courtyard, sneering.

(End of this chapter)

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