By the time the end was finally announced, Yuki Saito even felt moist in his eyes. He sang "Dream's 〗ずく(Dream's Little Draw)" almost a hundred times in the recording studio. His throat was sore that he was about to vomit...

"Yuguijiang, today is almost done. I will listen to it later when I finish editing the song. I may have to make some adjustments at that time."

"...Hi" Yuki Saito was hoarse...

.........

On the way home, Naoyama Naoki felt the long-lost fatigue.

Speaking of which, I seem to have obsessive-compulsive disorder. If the works I handle cannot reach the same level as the original work of memory, it is like I wasting some precious resources.

However, those songs sent out don't feel that strongly when others handle them.

"It seems that I'm not thick-skinned enough! But don't participate in the production too much in the future, it's too tiring."

It was only a simple sushi for lunch in Naoyama that Naoki felt the protest in her stomach.

It is always dark early in winter nights, and the cold wind blows. At this time, only a steaming sukiyaki pot can soothe the hungry body.

The trees in Yongshan bloom very slowly, and their eyes were surfing on the streets on both sides.

I soon found an izakaya where white steam can be seen in the window.

After parking the car, I quickly walked in, "Private Marseille, please give me a sukiyaki pot, a large portion."

The fat chef made people feel the deliciousness of Izakaya food intuition: "Hi, please wait~"

Naoyama Naoki was waiting for Sukikaku while watching the variety show on TV. Sure enough, the interview program that Yoshimura Otomo had already been broadcast. When an anchor interviewed an artist, he talked about the unspoken rules of the art world, such as opening a pillow business, eating with dinner, participating in private gatherings...

Before long, the suki pot ordered came up. Naoyama Naoki put the side dishes into the pot while still thinking,

"It's still a little bit late, it's not boiling yet."

......

Enjoy a steaming suki pot, Naoyama Naoki returned to Yama Sakurayuan and her whole body was warm.

The lingering fragrance made Yotaro turn around him, and he clearly saw that saliva was secreted from his big mouth.

"Are you not full? Eh Taro?"

I went to see the machine that feeds regularly. Today, the food was eaten clean, and after Yotaro arrived next to the rice bowl, he began to act coquettishly again.

"Yetaro, you can't eat too much, you will get fat..." "Yetaro..." "The portion today is over!" "Yetaro..." "Don't yell, even if you act coquettishly, I won't give you dog food!" "Yetaro..."

In the end, Naoki Naoyama did not block the big dog's coquettish attack. Thinking of going out to eat something delicious, this guy got hungry again:

"Okay... I'll give you two more teething sticks! I've agreed that there can be no more requests!"

"Yeah..."

After taking the teeth grinding stick, when he arrived in the living room, Naoki Yongyang found that the phone message light was still on, so he walked over and pressed the answer button:

"Moses Moses, Naoki-san? I am Morikawa Hanji..."

Editor Mitsuji Morikawa from the Primary School Pavilion actually called,

"Naki Sang, everything is OK? There is good news when I called. Due to the previous news popularity, the sales of "Love Letter" have increased significantly, and the third printing will be coming. If you have time in the near future, you can also invite a primary school hall...above."

There is a scandal... The sales of "Love Letter" actually increased significantly?

Naoyama Nagashi finally understood why Japanese writers regard romantic affairs as normal...

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Chapter completed!