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Seeing Fu Wenguang fainted, Masato Fukukawa, the editor of the other party, subconsciously glanced at Fu Wenguang's face, and the corner of his mouth twitched when he saw that the other party was not wearing glasses.

"I lost to you."

As he spoke, he lowered his head resignedly, lifted Fu Wenguang who had fallen to the ground, and walked towards the sofa that belonged to him in this very familiar house.

Fu Wenguang, who was erected by others, had short black hair scattered naturally, and the brown tear mole at the end of his right eye, which had been covered by the frame all the year round, was exposed.

Throwing the person on the other party's soft sofa, Masato Fukukawa folded his arms and quietly waited for the restless author to wake up.

"I……"

Feeling the temperature of the focused sunlight on his skin, Fu Wenguang slowly opened his eyes, his light blue eyes reflected the figure of Masato Fukukawa, and then he slowly bent down to think about the scandals before, it was almost useless The feet buckle to level a Mount Everest.

"Hehe, I've been writing all night long, and I haven't eaten breakfast. Oh, by the way, I even hid the manuscript on the last page..."

Accompanied by Masato Fukukawa's words, Fu Wenguang has curled up into a little rabbit on his beloved sofa, pitifully weak and helpless...

Masato Fukukawa suddenly rolled his eyes at someone who refused to change after repeated admonitions, but because he was a popular writer under his command and he was his nephew, he still gave up his plan to continue stabbing him.

For example, as a good-for-nothing who would faint when touched without glasses, he dared to open the door without glasses.

"This is a notice: In order to supervise you, I found you a life assistant."

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"In order to supervise you, I found you a life assistant."

The moment this sentence reached my ears, I raised my head reflexively and looked at my editor, only to see that the other party did not hesitate at all because of my pitiful expression. This was just an ultimatum.

"I do not want."

In the face of people close to me, my natural willfulness makes me declare my wishes loudly. I don't like people invading my territory.I've been in touch with editors for a long time who have saved my life, but if it's a stranger, I can't help but kill them.

"It's invalid to refuse, don't say that you will take good care of yourself, you can count how many times you have told me."

Listening to the editor's words, I pursed my lips, well, there are countless images of myself...

But I still don't want people to invade my home, it's so annoying...

"Hey, um, it's okay, Mr. Shi Er, you can bring Hui up here."

I pricked up my ears to overhear the editor's words, and my brows naturally frowned. There was more than one person, which made my heart even more irritable:

"Editor, as long as he leaves voluntarily, it's fine."

Facing my editor, seeing my confidence, he showed a strange smile and said:

"If you can, then I won't interfere in your affairs in the future."

The moment the door was knocked, my gaze was on the door, and the editor walked to the door naturally to open the door for the visitor. I was very upset and hugged the pillow on the sofa, ready to give the visitor a blow.

As the sun opened the door, an unusually tall figure appeared at the door. Receiving the power of the light, I subconsciously squinted my eyes, and the hazy outline became clear from the initial blur.

About 1.8 meters tall, the black T-shirt stretched tightly on the opponent's muscles, giving people a sense of oppression. He tilted his neck slightly, and met the dark green eyes of the visitor who revealed that he didn't care. The two of them instantly felt There is a threat from the opponent.

The man with the scar on the corner of his mouth subconsciously used his left hand to protect the back of the bodyguard. Following his movements, I saw the boy behind him. The moment I saw him, I gritted my teeth secretly. Grasp the defeat.

The little boy with a sea urchin head is wearing a white shirt and a pair of jeans of the same style as his father. Although he is subconsciously protected by his father in front of him, his face is full of indifference, as if he doesn't have any hope for this world. expect.Sensing my gaze, the slender eyelashes moved slightly and raised their eyes to meet mine.

I subconsciously showed him a friendly smile, his pupils shrank slightly, and subconsciously wanted to hide back, but he held back and stood where he was and looked at me.

This time, it was my turn to avoid the other party's gaze. I turned my gaze away from the boy, and turned my gaze to the editor who was watching the show. I gritted my teeth secretly, and secretly made a calculation on him. Are you ruthless? mouth shape.

After I finished eye contact with the editor, I turned to my life assistant again. I raised an official smile and said:

"Hello, my name is Fu Wenguang. I'm a novelist. I didn't clean up the room because I didn't know that you came. I live in the master bedroom on the right. Let me tidy up the guest room on the left later."

"No need, I'll just do it myself."

The man's deep voice sounded in the room, and the voice of the other party made me subconsciously search for an appropriate adjective in my mind, and finally only two words 'tyrant' emerged in my mind.After that kind of voice came out, I couldn’t tolerate the feeling of questioning, which made Nilin in my bones feel a tickle feeling of being gently slid by someone with a knife, and I clenched my hands unconsciously to resist beating someone violently. Impulse.

"Oh, yes, I forgot..."

The man held the boy by the back collar and strode towards the guest room I just pointed out. He didn't seem to remember anything until he opened the door, and turned to look at me:

"My name is Fuheisher, emmmmm, and his name is Fuhehui."

boom--

The door of the guest room was closed in front of me. My fists were squeezed to the tightest, and I even felt a slight pain in my palm. I looked sideways at the editor who had been watching the show, took a deep breath and said :

"That's what you call the theory of fighting fire with fire."

"Yes, how is it? Is the curative effect very obvious?"

Staring at my editor who cut black and white, I meditated frantically in my heart, this is the savior who can't be killed, can't be killed.After finally calming down a bit, the editor, who doesn't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement, changed his tone this time, and said to me earnestly:

"Mr. Wenguang, I have already asked in advance. This Mr. Shier is very resistant to beatings, so... you can vent your anger. Anyway, there is still that kid here, and you will definitely not beat people to death..."

Stretching out his hand and rubbing the space between his eyebrows, he didn't want to tell the other party that this time he didn't know how to find a life assistant, and he really estimated that his skills were comparable to his own.But the killer who knows his identity these days probably won't bring his son to kill...

"Didn't you say you can't avoid things like psychological shadows..."

The chatter of the editor is still going on. For this chatterbox contestant, I can only smile at this male mother to show that I am listening, but my mind is crazily distracted. I don’t know why I always feel that the other party’s aura makes me inexplicable The familiarity, as well as the subconscious sense of irritability in the whole person under that kind of aura.

Compared to his former father, the man named Shier felt more like...

"Wenguang-jun..."

Feeling the hand slowly coming towards my cheek, I subconsciously hid back, looked at the slightly ferocious smile on my editor's face, and clasped my hands together to express my surrender:

"Okay, okay, I understand, I will never beat people to death, I will never bully children, I decide to go to bed at eleven o'clock every day, I will definitely not rush to write all night, okay..."

"It's good to know, but Fu Wenguang, don't keep everything in your heart."

The words of the editor made me lower my head subconsciously, wanting to be perfunctory. I have no intention of sharing the matter with others. If I can finish it myself, I have to trouble others...

A pair of glasses appeared in front of my eyes. I reached out and took the glasses and put them on to seal my complicated thoughts.

"Idiot editor, just review the manuscript carefully."

"Waiwai, don't touch my head, my hair will get messy...don't overdo it...I'm going to be angry..."

"Stupid writer, as long as you write well, you are only 17 years old, I don't want to buy you a wig in the future..."

"Ahhh, bastard editor..."

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The door of the room was closed, and the editor left with the manuscript. I sat on the sofa with my pillow in my arms, without turning on the light, just staring at the darkness in a daze. My life has not been as lively as it is now for a long time.

So much so that the quiet house made me a little uncomfortable. At this time, Gin should still be working all night with vodka. If it is Italy, the unlucky Sawada-kun is probably still reviewing documents...

click-

Subtle sounds resounded in the air, and the light spilled from the top, which made my eyes sore. I looked over and found that one big and one who had finished tidying up their rooms were looking at me. The big one was not polite at all. Meaning, while the younger one seemed to have a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

I tilted my head and looked at the father and son duo, with a trace of doubt in my eyes, and of course it was more towards Mr. Shi Er.

"Where is your kitchen?"

Lifted a hand from the pillow, pointed to the direction of the kitchen, watched the man skillfully opened the refrigerator, picked a few eggs from it, and then took three spoonfuls of rice from the rice jar beside him. I couldn't help admiring the familiarity of the food. After all, there are not many male cooks in Japan, and most of them are the presidents of the family's gourmet restaurants.

"It tastes good, thank you for the hospitality."

After a delicious egg fried rice, I have changed a lot for this life assistant who is not very good at first sight. Maybe he is a father who is not very good at expressing feelings...

"Can I make curry rice tomorrow? Mr. Shi Er."

I still politely made my request to the food and clothing parents, but why did the boy's face become so ugly after I said this sentence?