Secretive

Takahashi raised his eyebrows as he looked at the document Miyamoto handed to him.

"Please, Director!" Miyamoto lowered his head and said sincerely.

Takahashi sighed, put away the manuscript he was reading, and stretched out his hand to continue.

"The first three chapters, right?"

"Yes."

"I see."

Miyamoto bowed before returning to his seat.

"It's really hard work, Miyamoto." Murasaki expressed his approval with a half-smile.

"You look like you're about to cry." After Kurokawa finished speaking, he grabbed the tissue box and handed it to Murasaki.

"You're annoying." Murasaki took the tissue box and put it away depressingly.

Fujiki also came over at this time: "Cheer up, Zhou Ping, the writer you handed over is like a married daughter, it's not yours anymore."

"You did it on purpose, Xiuwu?" Kurokawa saw the low air pressure around Murasaki getting lower, and patted Fujiki on the shoulder.

Fujiki smiled and said nothing.

Ono hurried in from the outside: "Director Takahashi..."

Takahashi raised his head to signal him to continue.

"Teacher Yongnan..." Ono's face was full of worry.

"Eh?" Takahashi stood up, "fainted?"

When Ono's voice fell, the office was already full of noise.

"I'll go out for a while." Takahashi immediately took his coat, and stepped on his leather shoes in a flustered rhythm.

"I'll go too." Murasaki and Yongnan knew each other well, and followed Takahashi's footsteps and went out.

The rest of the group exchanged looks with obvious concern.

Yongnan was sent to the nearest hospital, but when Takahashi and his two arrived there, it was already four or ten minutes later.

After asking the news at the front desk, they rushed to the emergency room.

Yongnan was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed tightly, his face pale.The woman next to him held his hand tightly.

"Mr. Yongnan—" Gao Qiao hurried into the room.

The woman turned her head, and Takahashi couldn't help but stop in his tracks with sharp eyes of condemnation.

"Miss Yoshimura..." Takahashi greeted in a low voice.

"It's a shame you dare to come here." Kyoko Yoshimura uttered a needle-like language from his mouth.

Takahashi silently bowed ninety degrees, accompanied by Murasaki, who carefully delivered the hastily bought condolences.

"Excuse me, is Teacher Yongnan alright?"

"I'm overworked. As editors, you don't consider other people's physical condition at all." Kyoko Yoshimura kept staring at Yongnan who was in a coma.

"It's true that I didn't think carefully this time. I'm really sorry." Takahashi said sincerely while maintaining a ninety-degree bow.

Yito received the news from Takahashi, hurriedly packed up the work at hand and went out.

He knocked on the door in front of the toilet where Takahashi stayed, and Takahashi opened the door and dragged him in.

Ito was embraced by Takahashi, and Takahashi rubbed against his neck, breathing a little short of breath.

He wrapped his arms around Takahashi's waist, and rubbed his messy hair on the back of his head with the other hand: "Good boy."

"Xiao Qiao, I want to do it." Takahashi's voice seemed to be smothered, appearing very low.

"Now is work time."

"What's your attitude, it's rare to invite you once."

Takahashi raised his head, squinted at Ito and said.

"You know it's rare."

Ito leaned over to kiss him, the comforting kiss was as soft as cherry blossoms falling.

Takahashi put his hands around Ito's neck, following the temperature of his lips and tongue.

The two were separated for less than two seconds. Takahashi seemed to be seeking more, but also seemed unable to control his aggression. He pressed Ito against the toilet door and entangled his lips with him. Biting a little harder.The door panel made a lot of noise, but he didn't care how much attention it would attract, and only focused on the person in front of him.

The tightly fitting bodies of the two seemed to be about to burn, Takahashi grabbed Ito's hand around his waist, but was caught by Ito, his fingers clasped tightly.

After finally separating, Takahashi's eyes almost shone because of the intense kiss, and Ito kissed the tip of Takahashi's nose, calming down his too rapid breathing.

"Let's do it." Takahashi murmured while watching Ito.

"Idiot." Ito's laughter was muffled in his throat, "Be patient until we go back."

"Can you bear this kind of thing, you are an idiot."

Ito stroked Takahashi's hair and said, "Do you feel better?"

Takahashi remained silent, he buried himself in Ito's arms like an ostrich hiding from the world.

"Why on earth did I tell Mr. Yongnan that serialization and publication should be written together?" He said with a sigh, "Because of my fault..."

The two hugged each other, immersed in a rare quiet time.

If it weren't for the noisy sounds of people coming and going in the toilet.

"It's not wrong to be passionate about what you do. Isn't it?" Ito said.

"What kind of consolation is this..."

"I mean Teacher Yongnan."

"I have always denied the serialization of Kitano-sensei's novels, but I didn't do the same thing myself. I did it even more than Miyamoto."

"Let's go see Teacher Yongnan together tomorrow."

"What are you going to do?"

"My partner made a mistake, of course we can only apologize together."

"I don't accept that statement."

"Then, shall I go back first?"

"No, I want to go back first, you can stay here for a while longer." Takahashi let go of Ito, and pushed him to sit on the toilet.

A wry smile appeared on Ito's face.

"Wait, wait a minute..." Takahashi pushed away Ito who was pushing him down on the sofa like a big dog.

His tie and shirt were a mess, his chest was almost bare, and his face was shocked by Ito's sudden passion.

"What's wrong?" Yito showed an impatient look, frowning lightly.

"You still ask me what's wrong, I haven't eaten dinner yet, uncle color."

"Aren't you the one who begged me to do it this afternoon?"

"Who begging, uh—" Without giving Takahashi a chance to refute, Ito directly sealed it with a kiss.

Ito's soft tongue is like a fire, and the desire that he didn't have time to express in the afternoon is like dry grass. When the two meet, they burn into a fire that cannot be extinguished.

Takahashi Tamaki's hand on Ito's back clenched into a fist, and he and Ito simply immersed themselves in the endless sea of ​​desire.

It was already early morning when this lingering battle, which seemed to be a battle to the death, was completely over.

Takahashi dragged his almost exhausted body to clean the messy bathroom, and Ito came out of the kitchen with two bowls of ramen in his hand.

"I'm so exhausted... I thought I was going to die." Takahashi felt that he would fall asleep with his eyes closed almost in a second, and he stepped on vain steps, lying on Yito's body.

"You were the one who said you were hungry just now." The sudden weight on his back almost knocked the noodles in Ito's hand to the ground.

"Whose fault do you think it is?" Takahashi stretched out his hand to strangle Ito's neck, and said in a vicious tone: "You do things like this without even eating dinner, and you do this kind of thing to me when you say no! What about tomorrow? Go see Teacher Yongnan!"

The so-called such things are the obvious hickey and bite marks on Takahashi's neck.

"I'm sorry..." Ito let Takahashi make trouble, and apologized along with him. "Didn't you bite back in the end?"

The next morning, the two of them could only tightly cover the marks left by each other with the stand-up collars of their shirts.

Takahashi was able to completely block it, but it was Ito who still had half of the bite mark left outside.He looked at Takahashi who was showing a smug expression, and said, "There is still a meeting today."

"Really, come on, Director Ito." Takahashi said gloatingly.

Teacher Yongnan has woken up, and he seems to be in good spirits.

He was sitting on the bed alone, still writing the manuscript in his hand.

This is what Takahashi saw when he entered the door. He hurried forward two steps: "Wait, Teacher Yongnan."

"Ah, Mr. Takahashi." Yongnan greeted Takahashi with a gentle expression when he saw Takahashi.

"It's time now, don't write anymore." He took away the manuscript and pen in Yongnan's hand with a little force.

"It's okay, the doctor also said it's just overwork."

"I'm really sorry." Takahashi bowed ninety degrees again.

"Why did Mr. Takahashi apologize?"

"Tell me why... If I hadn't made such an unreasonable request, the teacher wouldn't have fainted from exhaustion now."

"Don't take such things to heart." Yong Nan shook his head and said. "I didn't even dare to think about putting all my energy into my work at first."

"With all due respect, it is more appropriate for the teacher to postpone the publication of the novel. "The Cat and the Crow in Tokyo" is still in the stage of revising the manuscript. It is really not advisable to tire yourself out."

"I'm sorry for making you worry. I made Xiangzi scold me after I woke up." Yongnan didn't show any trouble, but seemed to be happy about it.

"Of course, Ms. Yoshimura is very worried about you. Everyone in the editorial department is clamoring to come to the hospital to see you this morning. Teacher, please take care of yourself."

Yongnan nodded: "I'm very happy." He reached out and took the manuscript that was still being written on the table and handed it to Gao Qiao, saying, "Since you're here, why don't you help me take a look."

"You really can't do anything with Teacher." Takahashi took it with both hands and said.

When Yoshimura Kyouko entered the door, the scene in front of her eyes turned her calm expression into a prelude to a storm.

"What are you two doing?"

"Ah, Xiangzi." Yongnan was the first to show a big smile to Yoshimura.

"Right and wrong, didn't I tell you that you are not allowed to touch the pen recently?"

"But... I really can't help it..." Yongnan immediately showed a fearful expression.

"As someone's editor, at least stop it." When facing Takahashi, Yoshimura used that blunt ironic tone again.

"I'm very sorry. I didn't think carefully."

"That's all I can say all day long."

"Don't be like this, Xiangzi. I asked Mr. Takahashi to help me read it." Yongnan hurriedly smoothed things over, obviously he couldn't do anything with his strong-willed girlfriend.

Takahashi looked at the manuscript in his hand, on which the progress of the story was written stroke by stroke, and looked at Yoshimura's obvious disgust.

"Miss Yoshimura." He said, "Although I don't agree with Mr. Yongnan's behavior of writing regardless of his own body, but as an editor, I have no way and no reason to reject the manuscript he wrote with time and energy."

"It sounds good, but now that people are in the hospital, there are only shabby condolences." Yoshimura is still sullen.

"Wait, that's too much, Xiangzi."

"I'm very sorry about this." Takahashi still apologized.

"Okay, Xiangzi." Yong Nan dragged Yoshimura and dissuaded him. "In the final analysis, I was too involved. It is definitely not Mr. Takahashi's fault."

Takahashi and Yoshida had no exchange after that.

Fortunately, Yongnan only needed to recuperate for two days before being discharged from the hospital.

When sending Takahashi away, Yoshimura didn't even say a word of politeness, and directly expressed his request: "Let's put someone else in charge."

"I see, next Monday I will arrange someone to meet with the teacher." Takahashi nodded and said calmly.

That's why Takahashi pressed Ito on the bed at noon on Saturday and didn't let go.

Therefore, Miyamoto, who was only in charge of Kitano Ryu, naturally became the person in charge of Yongnan Zhengfei.

Takahashi compiled all the materials on Yongnan and gave them to Miyamoto, including the publication of "Tokyo's Cat and Crow" which is still under preparation.

"It's the first time I've come into contact with publications..." Miyamoto looked at the materials with an uneasy expression.

"Isn't it the first time for a newcomer, Miyamoto." Ono was dumbfounded by Miyamoto's statement.

"Director Takahashi, about the cover of "The Cat and the Crow in Tokyo"..." The voice of the woman who happened to appear at the door of the office at this time was as gentle as the spring breeze in early February.