Chapter 266 Ginza Mom Mulberry


Chapter 266 Ginza Mom Sangxia

"Hiss~ Can you come to such a place?"

When the eldest lady sat down beside her, Ryukawa Tsuki took a breath .

Inaba is a place for men to talk about things after all, and Imamura Natsuko actually sneaked in and had fun.

"Didn't Longchuan find one?"

The young lady's gilded kimono was very conspicuous. After sitting down, she sipped the juice and looked at Toru Ryukawa.

Whether it was Yukawa Imamura or Taro Ono, even the new author with broken limbs was accompanied by a female public relations.

Rongkawa Tsukune was not around, and it was a bit pitiful to sit there alone. "I've found it."

The scene of the cup-and-drinking scene was a little bored, and Toru Ryukawa put his hand on the sofa to tease the lady.

"Isn't the most beautiful person sitting next to me?"

I thought the other party would be angry, but Imamura Natsuko just giggled.

She glanced at Yiwu Yangkuang over there. "How is it? Will you vote for that Obito Yokuang?"

The author's manuscript was directly invested in Toru Ryukawa, but Ryukawa was not there that day.

It occupied a shortlist of the eldest lady, but the style was very obvious.

The story structure and writing style are simply a little dragon river. "I've talked just now." Ryukawa Tsuki picked up the wine and took a sip.

Just just now, people from the Ministry of Culture and Culture have brought Yiwu Yangkuang to him to drink.

It's just to take care of him more in the future. Ryukawa Toru still said that as long as there is no better work than him, he will vote for him.

Fifty shortlisted works, including in various literary genres.

In the past, class literature would probably win, but this time with Ryukawa Toro, everything seemed a little different.

The Ministry of Culture and Culture needs Toru Ryugawa Toru to break the cage of class literature, and Tanaka Koizumi and others hope that their works will win.

Tako Ryukawa pinched the bridge of his nose and felt a little headache.

"Don't like this kind of occasion?"

Tsuke Ryukawa is obviously helpless with the people who have come here one by one.

He clearly said that he would vote on the literary nature of his works, but everyone seemed to use the same trick in the business world to deal with him.

Famous, fame and fortune.

Several people, including Tanaka Koizumi, have already hinted at him.

"Yes."

Tsuke Ryukawa also knew that this situation was inevitable. As his status grew higher, such things would only increase.

More and more people are arrogant and respectful to him at first, and more and more people hope that he will give them a bite of food.

Japan is a literary power, and its status in the literary world is equivalent to its social status. "I would rather be in a bar full of boys, and everyone discuss how many marks a bread should sell."

Ryugawa Toru made an inappropriate joke, and Imamura Natsuko rolled her eyes.

"Honey grapefruit juice, drink some of this to quell the wine."

The boys often come here to toast, and Imamura Natsuko pushed a bottle of light green fruit drink in front of Toro Ryukawa. .

The fructose contained in honey can accelerate the conversion of ethanol to acetaldehyde.

Tokro Ryukawa said thank you.

"It's almost done?"

This trip was actually taking Ryukawa Tsukuro and the others to the motions.

Yiwu Yangkuang and others will firmly call themselves the Longchuan faction, and the Ministry of Culture and Culture also promised to give some subsequent resources. "Yeah."

Tokro Ryukawa refused an official's toast and nodded to Imamura Natsuko.

People have seen it and expressed their attitude. Ryugawa Torutoshi's Ginza Bar Tour is almost over.

The young lady and I went to the front desk to retrieve the clothes, and the two got into the private car of Imamura's house.

The car is not high-end, but the glass gives people a thick and sturdy feeling.

The two of them were in the same direction, and the eldest lady sent Ryukawa Toru. "I heard that you are writing a new work."

When there was no one around, the young lady was very cute.

The girl usually has a dignified and gentle tone. She sits on her car and presses her hands under her thighs to dispel the slight coolness brought by the rain just now.

The new work is probably "Ancient Capital", and Tsukuro Ryukawa's head was dizzy and hunched. Ryukawa Tsuki's scene today perfectly interprets what it means to stretch out your hands and not hit people with a smile.

In the past, most of the faces he faced were cold-eyed, and today they all came up to toast as if they were pleased.

He was filled with a lot of paralytic drinks. "You are so."

Nako Imamura sighed when the other party shook his head in his car.

She took a cushion and placed it on her thigh, then patted Ryukawa Toru.

The cushion with a little bit of the eldest lady's body temperature, Longkawa Tsuki was stunned and tilted his head and fell over.

"You should just shit it out."

Although he was not feeling well, he took the initiative to make such an invitation, but the other party fell straight down Natsuko Imamura still blushed a little.

With a thick cushion, the lady's skin was slightly sunken when Tsukuro Ryukawa's head pressed down.

No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!

The driver in front glanced through the rearview mirror and said nothing.

"Is Otaru fun?"

I always feel the atmosphere strange without saying anything. The young lady fiddled with her hair and said casually. "Otaru?"

Tsuke Ryukawa was a little confused and thought for a long time before saying.

"The red wine beef tongue there is good."

It's true that Otaru is a harbour city, and Imamura Natsuko doesn't understand why Ryukawa Toru was impressed by a stewed dish.

After staring at Toru Ryukawa for a long time, the girl saw the words "soft tongue", "cold wine", "non-stop beach" and other words from Toru Ryukawa's thoughts.

The drunk writer's memories of Otaru are all about erotic events in the boudoir, and the eldest lady blushed and scolded the hooligan. "How do you curse me, Imamura classmate."

Ryukawa Tsuki was not embarrassed to lie on the other person's thigh.

A thick mat can feel the girl's tender skin, and the driving car looks like a shaking boat. "It's okay."

Imamura Natsuko coughed.

"Where is the "Ancient Capital", take it out and show it to me."

Tokor Ryugawa said before leaving Tokyo that he wanted to write a book with a mysterious feeling. The young lady was very curious. , even writing about this type of subject.

She wrote it in the imitation of "Shadow Praise" by Junichiro Tanizaki, and now she really wants to know how well Ryukawa Toru wrote it.

"How could I carry the manuscript with me?"

Lying on the lady's legs, Tsuku Ryukawa could see the other party's delicate chin from the perspective of the eyes.

The chin was crystal clear and small, but Long Che remembered that the last time he was lying on his wife's legs was not his chin.

Some people have rolling mountains, and some are flat grasslands.

Sighing regretfully again, Tsuke Ryukawa raised his eyebrows and said, "In my apartment, do you want to go to my apartment to read it?" Tsuke Ryukawa's manuscript gave I took a rough draft of Taro Ono, and then I put it on my apartment when I came back today.

Nako Imamura pinched her chin, and after thinking about it, she still shook her head.

"It's too late."

It's too late, it's inconvenient for a lonely man and a widow to live in the same room.

This is what girls mean.

At this time.

Tokro Ryukawa stood up, looked at the lady's flat breasts, and then looked at the other person's beautiful face.

"If you dare to say something rude, I will use the corner of the sofa to lift you up."

Imamura Natsuko threatened Ryukawa Toruto in a terrifying tone.

The young lady didn't go upstairs, and Toro Ryukawa went to the apartment to take down the manuscript.

The two have a good relationship now, so it’s nothing to read the manuscript in advance. "By the way."

Seeing Longkawa Toru was about to leave dizzyly, Natsuko Imamura frowned.

She said to the boy who was organized by the provincial department of the Ministry of Culture and Culture.

"No matter how "Beauty and Sorrow" is written."

"Don't vote for it."

(End of this chapter)

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