How to Develop the King of Anime

Zhenbai's transparent pupils glanced at Gong Yao, and the whole person was quiet. Only when he was by his side would Zhenbai feel unusually at ease.

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[I've already gone out, Junkman...]

Kasumigaoka Shiyu, who was going out in the snow, came downstairs and sent emails like this, and she didn't care whether the email was received or not by Jingu Yao, she put the phone in the bag in her hand, and headed towards the station. go.

One hundred and eighty sheets never want another woman

In the lobby of the hotel rented by Shueisha, a high-level person is speaking on the stage. The content is nothing more than thanking all the cartoonists for their support for Shueisha in the past year. I hope everyone can continue to work hard in the new year and look forward to a bright future.

No matter which country or company it is, these polite words are almost necessary items, but the manga artist and Shueisha signed only a contract, and it is not even a person in the Shueisha company, and the personality of such a professional person is relatively He is sloppy, so he ignores the speeches of the high-ranking people on stage.

I think that high-level figure also knew this, so he didn't talk much, just mentioned some key points, then walked off the stage and gave the time to these invited cartoonists.

Even if there were any changes within the company, it was only a matter of the editorial staff, and actually had nothing to do with these cartoonists at all.

Scattered applause broke out, and the hall became lively after a while. The company dinner was completely different from those of the upper class. At least there was no formal dress, champagne and red wine attitude. Everyone was eating what they found. When you meet someone you know, you can chat casually, and treat it as a rare vacation.

In the corner, Jingu Yao embraced Mashiro, as if he was trapped in a two-person world, and didn't care about what happened elsewhere in the hall.

"Yao..."

Tightly 993 snuggled up beside Jingu Yao, and she cried softly. Her voice was a little weak, and if you didn't listen carefully in this noisy hall, you wouldn't be able to hear it at all.

"What's wrong?"

Jingu Yao was drinking a glass of champagne, but even though the champagne did not actually contain alcohol, it could be regarded as a juice drink.

"this is for you……"

Under the astonished gaze of Jingu Yao, Shinshiro carefully lifted a layer of cloth on the chair beside him, and lifted up the things below.

It was a thick Baumkuchen, completely different from the ones sold in general stores.

"delicious……"

Zhenbai said in a low voice, as if offering a precious gift, "...but there is only one point here, this is for Yao."

"Aren't you going to eat?"

Looking at the sliced ​​Baumkuchen, Jingu Yao didn't know how he was feeling. Baumkuchen was not something that was served on the countertop. It was not easy to find these from here.

"I've already eaten it, this is for Yao to taste."

Zhenbai pursed her lips and swallowed. At first glance, she didn't eat enough, but she still handed the plate to Jingu Yao, and turned her little head to one side, as if she could endure the temptation as long as she couldn't see it.

Jingu Yao watched Mashiro's small movements with amusement, he slowly tore off a piece of cake with his hands and put it in his mouth to chew.

"Is it tasty?"

Zhenbai asked secretly.

"Well, it tastes good."

Hearing Jingu Yao's words, he was really relieved, and there was a heartwarming smile on his face.

After tearing off a small piece of cake again, Jingu Yao gently handed it to Mashiro's mouth, and smiled under Mashiro's puzzled eyes: "...I'm not too hungry, let Mashiro help me eat it. "

Mashiro looked hesitantly at the cake next to his mouth, Qiong nose sniffed slightly, enduring the fragrance of the cake, as if thinking about whether he wanted to eat it, because this was reserved for Yao after all.

In the end, Zhenbai couldn't resist the cry of her stomach. She opened her moist red lips slightly, and the lips painted with light pastel bit the cake, and she chewed slowly with her mouth tightly closed.

Looking at Mashiro's behavior as being fed like a small animal, Jingu Yao pulled her up and led her to the floor-to-ceiling windows at the edge of the hall under Mashiro's surprised eyes, and watched through the transparent windows. Snow scene in Tokyo.

This is the corner of the hall without anyone passing by, Jingu Yao hugged Mashiro in his arms, made her lean against his chest, and then tore off the Baumkuchen one by one and fed it into her soft lips.

The light saliva moistened her fingers and had an extravagant fragrance. Jingu Yao lowered her head and looked at Zhenbai obediently allowing herself to feed, watching her wearing mature makeup, the pure and completely different beauty as usual, let God Gong Yao moved his index finger a little.

Mashiro's petite figure, leaning against Jingu Yao's arms makes it impossible to see her figure, Jingu Yao put her head on her incense shoulder, put the plate that has already been eaten aside, a big hand Probing in along her low-collared chest, under the slightly stiff body of Zhenbai, exploring the delicateness of that pure white.

This is the first time that Jingu Yao has seen a snow scene in Tokyo, but the beautiful scenery is not comparable to the beauty in his arms. He will focus all his attention on the softness of the real white, so that all the noise of the outside world is far away. .

"Yao..."

"what happened?"

"I've been thinking about Yao..."

Mashiro's voice was a little breathless, but she still kept her eyes clear and muttered.

"Then, I wanted to give it a try... Like Nao, I also wanted to help Yao cook and help Yao share some things."

She grabbed the hand that was raging on her, and used her best strength, "...I never thought about it before, why did it become like this? It was clear that there was no such thing before. ."

Zhenbai's tone was a little puzzled. She knew what 'love' was, but she didn't know what the consequences of being in love would bring to her or what she would feel, so she was puzzled by her current thoughts and emotions.

"Just like everyone's role in society is different, playing is playing, real white is real white, so you don't need to learn from her."

Jingu Yao whispered in Mashiro's ear, but when he said this, he suddenly remembered a certain 'netizen' who asked him out today, and the memory that he wanted to forcibly forget popped out of his mind, making Jingu Yao a little irritable.

However, after looking down at Mashiro, who was at ease in his arms, Jingu Yao had already made up his mind. Instead of failing on both sides, it would be better to fix one side first. If Mashiro ran away by himself at this time, he was a little fragile in his heart. Shiro must be heartbroken.

"Want to eat Baumkuchen?"

"miss you!"