Kyogohiko squinted his eyes at the stupid subordinate in front of him who questioned the durability of the king, swallowed the dumplings with his neck tilted, and said with a sneer: "I'm a writer who can sell platinum sales, why do you think I want to give up such a broad road?" ”

Because your debut is deviant and self-depraved in the eyes of my grandfather and a group of other old men, you are scolded every minute and almost run to slap the table with you on crutches and roar, why do you say?! Takuya Mimura thought so in his heart, but said, "Your first book didn't succeed in publishing (with the intervention of all parties), so "

"Ah, that," Kyogokuhiko shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "I originally wrote it casually to fool people, but I published the original manuscript under a different name." He was not unaware of the heavy hopes pinned on him, but it was a pity that he never intended to take the arranged path in the name of Kyogoku's grandson, and he wrote Raushzi's pure literary novels without illness □□, and was buried in the shadow of the old man all his life.

Youth romance novels, such a thing, the name of a writer like Kyogoku is harmful to sales, and his editor is not a fool, not only will not use this hype but will try his best to cover it up, blurring the gender and pretending to be mysterious is the focus of publicity.

"And what is your pen name?" Takuya Mimura combined the gender ambiguity of platinum sales and Kyogohiko's personality and other factors, and a name that made him shudder slowly emerged in his head.

"Fade red." Kyogokuhiko replied, "It's a perfect color for love, isn't it?" ”

The reddening, which is darker than the cherry blossoms and lighter than the dyeing, has a subtle color of red 248, blue 205, green 195, and is reminiscent of the withered flowers of late spring, and is full of desolate charm that makes people feel happy.

Mimura Takuya twitched the corners of his mouth, he said that the blood of a dog like Huihong was sprinkled all over the sky, and the ridicule map cannon was so sharp that it was impossible for people to refute it at all, and the specialty of abusing the male and female protagonists to death and alive The love affair must end in a tragedy that makes people cry and lose No matter how you look at it, it is not too similar to the little young master, especially when narrating from God's perspective, the tone is simply a sense of familiarity, in fact, it is really a person.

That's right, Takuya Mimura has also read the novel of the red, and there is more than one, so for the so-called healing system but actually the depression system, after reading it for a week, I was immersed in that half-dead atmosphere and couldn't help but buy a second book, which is called a deep impression.

"I'll keep it a secret from my grandfather." Takuya Mimura said that if he let his grandfather know that the little master was still writing about this kind of sad and sad thing that men and women love, it would probably not be something that the housekeeper could stop.

Hearing this, Kyogohiko smiled and narrowed his eyes, and took out a thick stack of manuscript paper from the bedside table, "When you go back, you just help me hand in this month's manuscript, the address and editing are on it, and you must hand it in before six o'clock tonight." ”

He is more accustomed to writing with pen and paper than on the computer, and it is good to leave the electronic manuscript to the editor to deal with, and if he is only responsible for himself, a writer and does not find him something to do, it is not equivalent to raising an idler for nothing, and he has found a perfect solution to the troublesome problem of not being able to deliver the manuscript by e-mail.

――Takuya Mimura's school is less than 10 minutes away from the publishing house by car, so what a good candidate for delivery.

An errand raised his hand to look at the hour hand that was about to go up to five, quickly and carefully stuffed the original manuscript into his school bag, and turned his head to prepare to go out.

When the little young master couldn't walk, he learned to run errands with his chin held high and milky voices, and it has become a conditioned reflex for so many years.

"That's right." Kyogohiko suddenly said, "Give me the address of that classmate of yours." He smiled at Takuya Kamimura's frightened look, "If you can't convince him, I don't mind visiting him in person." ”

In fact, at first, he was just too lazy to find a cook and Yamada Taro happened to catch up, and he didn't particularly care if he would come, of course, the little master was confident that the conditions he offered were absolutely tempting, but Mimura Takuya's attitude successfully aroused his little competitiveness, and the dispensable Yamada Taro instantly became his ambition.

He wouldn't mind adding more than a dozen times his salary to fish people over.

The Kyogoku chaebol, who inherited the large royalties of the predecessors of the Kyogoku family and several well-run multinational trading companies but had little place to spend their money, thought casually.

Although the ruler has just dismissed almost all the servants in the mansion, even ordering takeout for dinner.

Well, the takeaway delivered by the president of the Jinguji family himself.

Who made the little master particularly obsessed with the latest two-color lobster balls and lemon anchovy shrimp spring limited edition of Jinguji hotel's hotel recently, and unfortunately gave him too high a background, so that he can easily make friends with the biggest boss of the hotel he likes, and can make him drive all the way to bring him a dinner with a phone call.

also accompany the food and chat, with all kinds of gossip.

So Kyogokuhiko finally knew the reason why he didn't see the shadow of Ximen Sojiro for a day today, and when the old man Ximen heard that he was injured in a fall, he was angry and whipped his own grandson with a cane, and he still hasn't been able to get up from the bed.

"I heard that their game of red notes was also stopped." Seiichiro Jinguji skillfully used a knife and fork to remove the puff pastry that the young master didn't like to eat on the outside of the lobster balls, and rolled out the bright color filling with vegetable juice and put it on a plate for Kyogokuhiko to enjoy.

"It's still too naïve to put a red note or something on people at school." The fourteen-year-old young master Kyogokuhiko commented, smiling gracefully and maliciously, "It's more interesting to post a red note in society than to it." ”

"Challenging."

"And the benefits."

The two who had united and subverted the rules of the entire industry with the powerful capital in their hands looked at each other and smiled, picked up the mug full of milk and touched it, with an elegant posture like holding a crystal glass of aged red wine.

"That's right." Kyogokuhiko took a sip of the milk in the cup and said suddenly, "I heard that Jingu Temple Ren has made his debut in some group." ”

"That's right, it's not bad." Seiichiro Jinguji laughed, looking very proud of his younger brother.

Kyogokuhiko raised his eyes and looked mockingly at Seiichiro Jinguji, who was in the state of an old mother, "I saw it on TV a few days ago, and I looked like I had excess hormones, and I was even more angry than you used to be. He supported his chin with one hand, and poked the end of the fork with the other hand, and the meal bag with the improved taste of the little master was extremely fluffy and soft, and when he poked, there was a row of small holes, and the heat gushed out from the small holes with a strong milky fragrance.

Jinguji Seiichiro said, "It turns out that I did the right thing. "The thing that sent my younger brother to Saotome School Park was ridiculed by Kyogokuhiko in various ways.,Once the salted fish turns over, I still can't help but sè.。

"It's a waste of time to save the kind of people who are willing to fall, and I still think so." Kyogohiko squinted at him, and the tails of his raised eyes had a three-point sneer, "But the one in your family is barely a little conscious." ”

"But Lian is a lot smarter this time, and she took the children of the Shengchuan family with her, so that they can take care of each other." Seiichiro Jinguji said, putting the last piece of anchovy shrimp on Kyogokuhiko's plate.

"Youthful spirit." Kyogokuhiko smiled, a different kind of interest appeared on his face, "Why don't we go and see it one day?" "It's hard to imagine what he would do when he stood on the stage, and he couldn't eat because he was so nervous about his father.

Jinguji Seiichiro said, "They will be happy if you go." Until now, he still deeply remembers the scene of a small bean in his family followed by two farts and soybeans.

The young master of Jinguji who would think like this obviously forgot about jì, and he was also a large potato that ran behind Xiao Douding.

That's right, it's a potato, Kyogoku nodded solemnly in his heart, although it has no taste and is not conspicuous against the other ingredients, but when he is hungry, it is undoubtedly a very high-quality reserve food.

"But why did you remember to ask Lian about it?" Jinguji Seiichiro asked him, since his father's death, Lian has completely fallen out of favor in front of the little young master, just like the little young master himself said, it is a pure waste of time to deal with people who are willing to fall.

"Raleigh Takada fell in love with one of his mother's novels and wanted to remake it." Kyogokuhiko replied, "The second male he recommended a person called" The little young master raised his head and thought for three seconds, "The newcomer who came to Qixiang, out of responsibility for his mother's work, I investigated a little." "It was definitely an unexpected bonus to find that there were two familiar people in this newly debuted idol group.

"Is it the work of Aunt Masako" Seiichiro Jinguji paused, "I heard Lian say that it's the book "Snowy White", right?" ”

The only daughter of the great writer Kyogoku Masako Kyogoku was also a well-known writer, but unfortunately she died of dystocia when she lived less than forty years old.

"It doesn't matter what the old man's work is, but his mother's work is absolutely untainted." Kyogokuhiko has a lot of respect for his cheap mother with the body he has now.

His new life, the life of this body was earned back by Masako Kyogoku with her life, even if she knew that the child in her womb was a soulless dead baby from the beginning, and she could live for a few hours at most, she still did not hesitate to choose to let him be born in this world.

This is the most respectable love in the world.

It is also the cause and effect of Kyogokuhiko's constant slashing.

Seiichiro Jinguji also had a little guess about the affairs of the little master's family, so he smiled and took the meal bag poked into crumbs on Kyogokuhiko's plate and replaced it with a new one, and naturally changed the subject: "When do you say that Sojiro Ximen will bring someone to apologize to you?" ”

"When he can get out of bed." Kyogohiko stuffed his lunch bag into milk, and although he was a little childish, he thought he had every right to choose how he ate, "He knows my temper. ”

If you dare to come, just wait for the little master's red note to be posted on the door of your head.