Secretive

Chapter 3

Regarding the joint issue, it was put on the agenda very early.

Since their magazine is a semi-monthly magazine, the combined month is the last month of each quarter, combining the content of the previous and next monthly magazines into one, which is quite rich and informative in thickness and content.

Yong Nan Shifei's "Tokyo's Cat and Crow" has officially ended in this joint issue. In contrast, the content is one-third longer than the previous serial, and at the same time, it also released the news that the library version will be released soon.

After Mr. Osuka handed in the manuscript for the joint issue, his condition declined all the way. Ito didn't know how many times he ran back to Osuka's house because of this matter.

He didn't open the door until after nine o'clock in the evening.

"I am back."

"Welcome back." Takahashi leaned against the wall of the entrance to watch Ito change his shoes.

When Ito walked in, Takahashi joked, "Need a comforting kiss?"

"I'd rather have a can of comfort beer." Even so, Ito leaned over and kissed Takahashi.

"Of course I'm ready." Takahashi raised his hand, and there was a thin layer of water mist hanging on the ice-cold can of beer.

"Thanks."

"Mr. Osuka still can't write the manuscript?" Takahashi followed Ito and nestled on the sofa with him.

Ito took a big sip of beer before he said, "Ms. Osuka's works are very powerful, but the stability is really bad."

"I understand, I understand." Takahashi nodded sympathetically.

"The reason why I can't write a manuscript recently seems to be in love."

"Huh?" Takahashi suspected that he had heard wrong.

"In love." Ito said again.

"I heard it. Osuka-sensei, you are 41 years old this year."

"A 40-year-old man is prone to the illusion of 'maybe I'm actually very attractive'."

"Aren't we pretty bad in our late forties?"

"That's not the point."

"Then, who is the object of love?"

Ito also showed a puzzled expression: "A clerk in a convenience store?"

Takahashi drank in silence.

"Say something anyway." Ito sighed weakly.

"This kind of thing... happens often. When you go to a convenience store when you have nothing to do, the clerk will always greet you with a smile, right? After a long time, there will always be feelings." Takahashi tried hard to find an excuse, and finally even The voice gradually decreased. "...Really, that uncle?"

"Don't say such rude things."

"What kind of person is that clerk? Do you know?"

"I went to see it because I was very concerned."

Takahashi nodded seriously.

"As a result, I didn't find it."

"Why..."

"There are no female clerks in that store."

Takahashi was silent for a while, then asked aloud, "Did I hear something strange just now?"

"I think so too."

"It's so strange, haven't you found out that Mr. Osuka likes men after you have been with him for so long?" Takahashi squatted up on the sofa and said while pressing Ito's shoulder.

"Mr. Osuka, you got divorced three years ago." Ito responded helplessly.

"...That's right."

Speechless for a while, Ito got up to wash up.

At about eleven o'clock, the lights in the room were turned off, and Ito was about to fall asleep in the quiet atmosphere.

But Takahashi woke up with a shake.

"I've thought about it for a long time, and I really should leave Osuka-sensei to someone else."

"What nonsense, go to sleep."

Ito turned over and ignored him, Takahashi forced Ito's shoulder to make him lie down: "I'm serious."

"I'm serious too." Ito felt sleepy, and stretched out his hand to press Takahashi flat on the bed. "Listen, if something happens to me and Osuka-sensei, I won't be lying next to you now."

"Although there is nothing wrong with what you say, I always feel that something is wrong."

"Good night." Ito fell asleep.

Takahashi opened his eyes depressedly, and fell into a dark and sweet dream after a while.

"Going to Mr. Osuka's house again today?"

"I can't help it." Ito quickly put on his tie.

Takahashi put on a shirt and looked at Ito with dissatisfaction: "Even if it's work, it's too frequent."

Ito laughed dumbfounded, and replied, "What are you worried about?"

"It's not that I'm worried..." Takahashi explained in a concealed manner, and continued to put on his clothes.

There was silence for a moment.

"I'll go with you today." Takahashi said suddenly.

"Okay." Ito replied readily. "Then what reason are you going to use?"

Takahashi flung the untied tie in frustration.

Yi Dong conveniently took it over to help tie it up, even shoving the briefcase into his hand: "Let's go."

Takahashi loosened his tie and replied reluctantly: "I'm going out."

"farewell."

Miyamoto frowned distressedly at the document in front of him.

"Director Takahashi...what's the matter today?" He asked Ono beside him.

"You ask me too..." Ono shrugged, expressing his ignorance. "Well, after all, there must be a responsible writer, take it easy."

"Yes."

Fujiki poked his head out from the desk opposite, with an inscrutable smile on his face.

"It's appeared, Fujiki's plan is all over the face." Kurokawa clapped his hands, struggling to get out of his pile of plans.

"Director Takahashi, the vacant period is five years." Fujiki pointed out his fingers.

Mizude appeared next to Fujiki, and said, "And the last time the other party proposed to break up."

"As expected of Xiao Lixiang." Fujiki and Shui slapped each other.

Ono nodded cautiously, and said, "I see, I'm really too hungry."

"Eh?" Miyamoto made a confused voice, "Maybe you haven't had sex for five years?"

"It's not okay to think like this, Xiao Ling, you'll be hated by girls." Fujiki denied with a look of someone coming.

"Emotion and lust are very separate for men," Kurokawa said.

"This joke is really funny." Shui vomited with a half-smile.

"All in all!" Fujiki made a stop gesture, "Come to socialize."

"What a good idea, Fujiki!" Everyone responded enthusiastically.

Shuiide shrank back to his computer, feeling bored: "I said it was for Director Takahashi..."

Takahashi didn't know why, but after get off work, he was forcibly taken to the scene of friendship, and was accidentally thrown into the lake named "Friendship". The fragrance of women's bodies and gentle smiling faces surrounded him tightly.

Murasaki was also obviously at a loss. He also followed Takahashi when he went out. Of course, he couldn't participate in the plans of everyone in the office, but he obviously reacted faster than Takahashi, and immediately showed a happy look.

The girls in the friendship are contacted by Fujiki. It is impossible for a person like him to not have the contact information of a woman who is keen on friendship.

Including the women, there are more than a dozen people in the box, and the voices of self-introductions come and go, and the noisy voices make people's minds swell in the small space.Takahashi's appearance and condition are quite attractive to women's attention, but he doesn't show any particular attention to any woman, making people feel that hard work is futile.As for the question of why you are not married at this age, it is obviously already on everyone's lips.

Since Miyamoto was the youngest, he completely took on the role of serving tea and water. Although there were two girls who showed affection to him, he showed a completely dull look, which really made people feel anxious for him.

Compared with these two people, the high spirits of the four people over there is really annoying.

Opposite Takahashi is a woman named Mihoko Mukai, with delicate makeup on her face, and the charm of a young woman in her mature charm, making people wonder why such an excellent woman needs to participate in a social networking event. Interest was high and questions came up one after another.

"What kind of women does Mr. Takahashi like?" She finally asked an important question.

Takahashi put on a thoughtful look: "Well, I think it's good if you can talk to me and have similar interests."

"Hey, this answer is so cunning." Mukai's response was also quite smooth.

"Of course, I can talk to a beauty like Ms. Mukai anyway." Takahashi said the compliment, and Mukai immediately showed a joyful expression.

Takahashi looked at his watch, then smiled at Miss Mukai.

"Anything urgent?"

"No, how could it be." Takahashi picked up his glass and drank.

"Mr. Takahashi has been looking at his watch just now." The woman next to him said straight away.

Takahashi showed a surprised expression: "Really, I didn't even notice." After get off work, Ito sent him a message and would reply late, so he didn't say anything to him when he was pulled out.

It was already past nine o'clock in the evening, but there was no news from Ito.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Gao Qiao got up and left.

He turned on his cell phone, looked at LINE, which was motionless, and sighed.

"What are you doing here?" Ito's voice suddenly sounded behind him, Takahashi was startled, and almost aimed the sight outside the urinal.

"Xiaoqiao...ah, no, Ito?" Takahashi turned his head to look, and Ito came from behind him. His meticulous tie in the morning had been loosened. He stood beside Takahashi and began to solve the major issues in life.

"Here are my lines, hello."

"It's a long story." Ito showed a helpless expression.

Takahashi sighed and said, "When will you go back?"

"Hmm..." Ito's tone was uncertain.

"What kind of suspicious tone are you talking about?"

He had already finished, and Ito also packed up his clothes, and replied, "Minister Kamiya asked me to meet his daughter."

Takahashi showed a dangerous expression, approaching Ito, Ito took two steps back, Takahashi blocked him between the wall and himself with one hand, and made a thud when his palm touched the wall, which sounded like it should be painful.

"Is this the timing of the wall?" Yito leaned against the wall and complained calmly.

"Isn't that just a blind date?" Takahashi ignored Ito and spoke on his own.

Ito nodded and replied, "Barely."

"Why don't you excuse me?"

"Don't decide on your own that others didn't refuse, it's really impossible to refuse this time."

"Master Takahashi—" Murasaki's voice was halfway through, as if a guitar with a string suddenly snapped stopped.Takahashi turned around abruptly, met Uemurasaki's scrutinizing eyes, and said with a tigery face, "What are you doing?"

"No...Ms. Mukai asked me to come and see you..." Murasaki accompanied him with a cautious smile.

"Miss Mukai?" Ito's voice came from behind, Takahashi nodded and said, "That's right, go back right away."

It was only then that Murasaki looked at Ito squarely and made a surprised voice: "Director Ito, why are you here?"

"Something important." Ito replied. "What about you?"

"Oh, we are dating, do you want to come together?"

Murasaki couldn't help but take a step back from Takahashi's murderous eyes, and Takahashi said, "What are you inviting Director Ito to do? He has something important to do, don't talk about it, go back quickly." He stepped forward and pushed Murasaki away.

"Ten o'clock." Ito said incoherently.

Takahashi nodded hurriedly to express his understanding.

When we returned to the friendship scene, everyone was happily discussing whether to go to KTV.

"Sorry, I have to go to another place." Takahashi's words cooled down the heated atmosphere a little.

Murasaki cast his eyes immediately, because Murasaki's eyes were too obvious, and Miyamoto couldn't help but follow him.

Takahashi felt a throbbing pain in his head, and apologized again.

"Well, there's no other way." Fujiki returned, "Want to go?" He raised his hands and smiled.

Naturally, everyone joined in, except Takahashi who raised their hands.

So Takahashi said goodbye to them at the door, and a dozen people walked towards the station with a roar.Takahashi walked into the side alley and waited for Ito to come out.

In less than a moment, Ito came out with the long-haired woman. He reached out to hail a taxi, sent her into the taxi, and watched the taxi drive at least 100 meters away before turning his head and leaving .

Takahashi leaned out and waved at him.

Yito walked over quickly, Takahashi reached out and grabbed Yito's tie, pressed him against the wall, leaned closer, and intertwined with him.

In the dark alley, the figures of the two merged into one.