number one loving wife and husband

Chapter 1

?Number One Beloved Wife and Husband (Moe Kuroda)

old stuff

Moe Kuroda

I am a person who has a special preference for old things, and there are some used daily items and stationery around me, and I even have a box for old things.

My dictionary was published by Taiwan Book Publishing House in 72. It has a yellow cover and thin pages. It has been more than 20 years and is still in use.

I have a sandalwood fan, which my mother bought for me when I went out with my family in the fifth grade of elementary school, and it is still lying in my drawer with the outer packaging intact. (Even the smell is still the original taste)

I bought my mechanical pencil when I took the bus to the city for the first time. At that time, I also bought one for my brother. I was 15 years old that year.

There are many pens in my pen holder that I have used for many years. Among them is a platinum automatic ballpoint pen, which was a gift from my father when I graduated from elementary school with honors.

At that time, it cost my father 200 yuan, which is really not an expensive gift now, but it was priceless to me.

I have a small rusty iron can with the words "Osaka Anzu University Pharmacy" on it. It contains a lot of ancient Qing Dynasty coins, as well as Japanese coins from the Meiji, Taisho and Showa years. It was my great-grandmother when I was very young. When I was home, my grandmother dug it out from the ancient bed of my deceased great-grandmother and gave it to me.

There is a piece of red paper in my notepad. On it is the date of birth of my father, me, and my siblings in the lunar calendar written by my mother in characters she only knows. There are many typos in it, and that is because of being a The eldest daughter's mother didn't even graduate from elementary school in order to help the family with farming.

There are many items full of history and memories around me. Of course, most of them are things left or bought by my mother, and each of them is my treasure.

No matter how many new things I have in the future, I still cannot compare to the touch these old things bring to me.

Although people often say that "clothes are not as good as new, people are not as good as old" to describe that things are worse than new, but my affection and attachment to old things are never comparable to new things.

I remember my first excursion when I was in the second grade of elementary school. My mother took me to a small supermarket in the market to buy snacks for the trip.

At that time, I picked a small transparent phone made of acrylic material with some candy inside.

After the hike, the candy ran out, but the little see-through phone was kept in my collection until I got married and had to throw it away.

At that time, it was really because there were too many things I wanted to keep, and I had to make some trade-offs. I still remember how tears burst when I threw it into the trash can.

After so long, I still think about that little phone, the little phone my mother bought for me.

I have always regretted not keeping it, but there are always such regrets in life.

Even if you want to grab and keep everything, there are always things you can't catch and keep, whether it's people or things.

Fortunately... I still have memories and feelings, which cannot be taken away by time, and as time passes by, every year, those memories and feelings will only become deeper and stronger, More clearly portrayed in life.

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Ginza, Golden Spoon Club.

This is a hotel located in Ginza [-]-chome. Compared with some large luxury hotels, the Golden Spoon Club can only be said to be small and beautiful.

Under the leadership of the proprietress and mother Ayako Sangdan, there are only less than [-] golden spoons of public relations ladies, but they have staggering performance and praise.

When Tange Ayako was young, she worked as a hotel public relations lady in Roppongi, and established a good relationship with guests. Her human touch and trustworthiness made her sit firmly as the first lady in the rapidly eliminated public relations world.
position.

At the age of 35, she left Roppongi and moved to the more advanced Ginza.The name of the store is the Golden Spoon Club, because she has treasured a gold spoon handcrafted by Italian craftsmen for many years.

This pure gold spoon was given to her when she was young by a man she loved deeply but never had a chance with.She has always cherished it very much, and no matter how poor her life was, she never thought of selling it.

When she decided to open her own store, the name "Golden Spoon" became her only choice.

The clientele of the Golden Spoon Club is quite high-end, and most of the people who come and go here are celebrities, political and business celebrities.In addition to old customers, she also has many young technology upstarts or young entrepreneurs.

The club provides guests with a place for communication, relaxation and privacy, and such services have created a rich and generous life for her and her public relations ladies.

In the client list of the Golden Spoon Club, there are four noble sons who can be said to be born with a golden spoon in their mouths - Kadokawa Wuji, Kurokawa Kyoro, Nakatsugawa Naomasa and Sugikawa Junji.

These four noble sons shine in their respective fields, but they also have completely different personalities and personalities.
Raw.

The four of them can be regarded as regular customers of the golden spoon. They are all around 30 years old, but they all have extraordinary achievements.

Kadokawa Wuji, 33 years old, president of Kadokawa Group, is an entertainment tycoon with a gangster background.His father is Kadokawa Gaku, who is known as the "Godfather of Tokyo". He has more than a dozen large-scale stores in elite locations such as Ginza, Roppongi, Shinjuku, and Kabukicho.

Now he has completely taken over his father's business, and he is actively trying to buy an old commercial building to rebuild, and create another new situation for the Kadokawa Group.

Kurokawa Kyouro, 31 years old, exudes a yuppie atmosphere all over his body, and is a ten million producer of a TV station.The TV programs he produced can always bring rich harvests to TV stations and advertisers.

Famous, famous and rich, but low-key, he also has an identity that many people know but few people mention in front of him-the son of the famous international director Kurokawa Osawa.

Naomi Nakatsugawa, 32 years old, CEO of Tokyo Optoelectronics.As the son of the second family, his talents and qualifications are far superior to those of the eldest son.

Because of the importance and trust of his father, Michio Nakatsugawa, he has been studying and working abroad. He was recalled by Michio Nakatsugawa half a year ago and appointed as his successor.

Junji Sugikawa, 32 years old, the second youngest of Sugikawa Pharmaceutical, took a completely different path from his father.At the age of 27, he started his own Internet business and is a diamond bachelor worth hundreds of millions.

He is neither enthusiastic nor good at communicating with people. Most of the time he lives alone in a mansion on the outskirts of the city, and even manages the company mostly through video or the Internet.

Every Saturday night, he goes to the Golden Spoon Club to chat with his mother Sang, which can be said to be his only pastime for meeting people face to face.

And tonight, wearing a dark gray Kashmiri pullover and black trousers, Kurokawa Yasuoro walked leisurely into the Golden Spoon Club at [-]:[-]——

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"Welcome." Manager Morimura personally stepped forward to receive the distinguished guests, "Is it the same?"

"Yes." Kurokawa Yasurou smiled gracefully, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Where is it?" Manager Morimura yawned slightly, "Please come with me." As he spoke, he led Kurokawa Kyorou to a marginal seat.

After sitting down, Manager Morimura asked the waiter to fetch oolong tea first, and called Maiko who often served him.

"Mr. Kurokawa, how are you lately?" Maiko, who graduated from a well-known women's university in Tokyo, is a beautiful and smart girl who is quite interested in entering the film industry.

She sat down beside Gong Lang and poured him a cup of oolong tea, "Recently I saw that house renovation program you produced, it was very interesting and very warm!" Maiko said.

"I never thought Miss Maiko still had time to watch TV." He curled his lips into a smile.

"I only watch high-quality programs." Maiko took this opportunity to please him, "I never miss the programs produced by Mr. Kurokawa."

"Really?" There was no trace of arrogance on his face, as if he was used to such compliments, "Then I really want to thank you."

"By the way, Manager Morimura..." He turned to look at Morimura, "Can I ask Mama Tange to come over?"

"Oh, okay, no problem, please wait a moment." Morimura bowed, turned and walked away.

Not long after, Tange Ayako, always dressed in an elegant kimono and combing her Japanese hair, came——

"Mr. Kurokawa, hello." Ayako sat down, "What have you been up to lately?"

"Same as usual." He said, "I want to bother Tange Mama-san with something, is it convenient?"

"Huh?" She was slightly startled, "I don't know what I can do to help you?"

"I recently started a talk show. In the first episode, I want to invite ten Ginza working girls to participate. I wonder if Mommy-san can help me ask my colleagues."

"It's simple." Ayako replied without thinking, "I know some ladies with good qualities, so I'll ask for you."

"Then trouble you."

"It's a small thing." She smiled softly.

"Mr. Kurokawa," at this moment, Maiko on the side actively hooked his hand, "Can I participate?"

He looked at her, "I was going to invite you."

"Really?" she asked in surprise. "It's so good, I've always wanted to go to the TV station!"

"TV is no fun at all," he said.

"But people are curious."

Ayako smiled, "Maiko has always been yearning for an acting job, and maybe one day she will change careers."

"I'm not boasting," Maiko's eyes sparkled brightly, "I used to be the pillar of the drama club!"

"is it?"

"Of course." She wrapped his arm tightly, "If you have a chance, please ask Mr. Kurokawa to introduce me."

"Recommendation?" He was slightly startled.

"Yeah." Maiko nodded vigorously, "It's your father Kurokawa Osawa, I really appreciate his movies."

Suddenly, his face sank, and even though the light in the store was a bit dim, he could still see a sudden change in his expression.

Ayako knew a thing or two about Kyoulang, and also knew that his father, Kurokawa Osawa, was a taboo topic for him.

Kurokawa Osawa is a well-known international director, and it is no secret that he is the son of that great director.

When his mother Takayanagi Osawa was young, she was a female star famous for her intellectual acting skills. She married Kurokawa Osawa when she was very young and gave birth to a child.

Later, Kurokawa Osawa developed a relationship with his movie heroine because of work, and then separated from Takayanagi Xuko.

When Gonglang was in middle school, Gao Liuxuzi chose to divorce her husband's second marriage, and then brought Gonglang to live in Australia for a few years.

Although Kurokawa Osawa has always taken good care of their mother and son, he has never been able to forgive his father's affair and betrayal.

He doesn't like others to mention his father's name in front of him, one is because his father betrayed his mother emotionally, and the other is because he doesn't want people to have anything to do with his current status and achievements, and his father's lofty status in the circle. Lenovo.

Ma Yizi was too excited, and accidentally touched a landmine but didn't know it. As the proprietress and mother-san, of course she had to smooth things over in a timely manner.

"Okay, Maiko..." She poured another cup of tea for Gong Lang, "Mr. Kurokawa came here to relax, and don't talk about work anymore." As she spoke, she winked at Maiko.

"Oh..." Maiko responded vigilantly, "That's right, I'm really inconsiderate." As she spoke, she turned and smiled at Gong Lang beside her, "Mr. Kurokawa, please don't be angry with me. !"

Although his emotions were a little affected, he was a mature man after all, so he wouldn't be angry with anyone because of it.

He shook his head and curled his lips, "I'm not angry, light a cigarette for me." He said.

After staying up for three nights, Yayoi Fujii finally completed the model house for the show.

It has been more than six months since she entered the art department called "Shibata Group". This is the first time that her "boss" - Shibata entrusts her with the work of model making.

Shibata is quite well-known in this industry, and it is the dream of many people to study under him.Because he is very strict and "violent", the art department he leads has the nickname of "Shibata Group".

For this first performance, she made a lot of preparations in advance, just to perfectly present her skills in front of everyone.

At the age of 26, she has a neat haircut like a boy. For the convenience of work, she always wears light and simple jeans or casual sportswear.

Although she is pretty and cute, she is like a little brother in a group that is almost all male staff.

All the way out of the residence, she guarded her model house like a national cultural heritage, for fear that if she was not careful, her hard work for many days would be burned.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she safely took the model house out of the crowded subway.

Stepping briskly but cautiously, she walked towards Tokyo Broadcasting Station.

And just as she was crossing the driveway, a fast-moving black sports car almost ran into her——

"Ah!" Her scream was almost at the same time as the sharp sound of the car's emergency brake.

The shiny black sports car didn't hit her, but it scared the hell out of her.And when she came back to her senses a few seconds later, something that made her collapse even more happened——

The model house she worked so hard for three days and three nights fell to the ground, and it has been...

"Ah!" she screamed again.

She squatted on the ground to pick up the broken pieces, tears almost fell down.

"It's over, it's over..." She muttered to herself with a sad face.

"Hey." At this moment, the people in the car got off.

She was only in the mood to pick up the damaged model house, and she was not in the mood to look at the "perpetrator".

"I'm in a rush for a meeting," the man said.

When she heard this sentence, she noticed that he was wearing a pair of black shiny hand-made custom-made leather shoes, which looked expensive and tasteful.

However, the owner of this pair of tasteful leather shoes ruined her many days of painstaking efforts...

In a hurry for a meeting?Can you drive fast just in time for a meeting?Can it destroy her many days of hard work?The boss finally gave this task to her, but this person ruined her proud work, and also ruined her bright future and future...

She raised her head sadly and resentfully, and glared fiercely at that reckless guy——

"You are rushing to reincarnate!" She said angrily.

At the same time, she noticed his appearance.

He is a tall, handsome and stylish man, not too old, never more than 35 years old, but there is an indescribable sophistication and melancholy in his eyes.

He dresses with great taste and has a unique style that belongs to him and suits him.

He is not any male star or male model online, but he has a star quality that does not lose to them.

Yayoi didn't remember knowing him, but felt that he looked a little familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere before...

But that's not important, the most frustrating thing for her is that her model house has been destroyed, but he looks like he has nothing to do with him.

"My model house is ruined, I did it for three days and three nights!" she yelled at him.

Being yelled at by a girl who looked like a kid, Gong Lang was startled, and then looked at her fixedly and curiously.

This is really strange, it was she who crossed the driveway by herself, and this accident happened, now he is to blame?
He had a little impression of her.If he remembered correctly, she should be a member of Shibata Shibata, the boss of the art team.

Looking at the roughly recognizable shape of the model house on the ground, he was sure that it should be a prop made for the program "Reformed King".

He's sorry that her model home is ruined, but it doesn't seem like it's his fault.

He checked his watch and frowned, "I have a meeting on time at three o'clock, when are you going to leave the driveway with your model?"

"What..." Hearing him say that, Ya was furious, "Don't you feel any guilt at all?"

Damn, what's so great about a meeting?He didn't even have an apology?

"Didn't your parents teach you to say 'sorry'?" she asked him angrily.

He raised his eyebrows and said a little displeased, "Is it you who crossed the driveway?"

"I..." She paused.That's right, she shouldn't be greedy for speed and cross the lane, but...but he was also the cause of the accident by driving too fast!
Seeing him "condescending", staring at her squatting like an emperor, she immediately felt several steps shorter.

So she stood up abruptly, pointing to the red warning sign beside the driveway, "Drive slowly, can't you see the big characters?"

Gong Lang was slightly taken aback, surprised that she was so eloquent.This kid shouldn't be in the art team, she should be able to host some vicious show, right?

He looked her "intact" up and down, "Did I bump into you?"

"Huh?" She was taken aback.

"No?" He twitched the corners of his lips, half a smile, "I didn't bump into you, why don't you get out of the way?"

"You... you ruined my model house," she said.

"It's because you didn't hug her well." He stared at her with a "none of my business" expression on his face, "If it's really that important, even if you use your body to protect it, you won't hesitate."

"This... I... I was shocked! I..." Damn, he actually made her speechless!

"Scared?" He smiled leisurely, "Then you should practice your courage."

"Varied……"

"You have to have a strong heart to work in a TV station." Then he sat back in the car, closed the door, and leaned out the window, "You'd better move quickly, or I'll run over later, you But not even the 'corpse'."

Hearing his threatening words, she exploded with rage.But she thought he would really do that, and she didn't have the capital to bet with him.

Although she is really unwilling to admit that she is unlucky, but what can she do?
"Damn it, bastard..." She gritted her teeth and glared at him, muttering and squatting down to pick up the damaged model house.

As soon as she left the driveway, his car roared towards the underground parking lot.

Yayoi was angry but helpless, she could only point to the rear of his car, and gave her middle finger viciously.

She doesn't usually do this, but she really can't get mad at his arrogance.

From the rearview mirror, Gong Lang saw her standing there staring at him viciously, and pointing her middle finger at him, he was startled for a while.

When he was living in Australia, he was once compared to such an indecent and hostile gesture by a racially discriminatory classmate, but since he beat that person hard, no one dared to show him the middle finger.

For so many years, she was the first person to give him the middle finger, and the point is... she is a woman.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help laughing.

After the pre-meeting, Gong Lang did not leave the meeting room immediately, but continued to discuss the details with several important cadres.

Of course, Shibata from the art team is also among them.

Not long after, all the recording schedules were finalized, and everyone left the meeting room in file.

"I didn't expect Mr. Kurokawa to be late today..." Shibata slowly collected the meeting data, "You are always punctual."

"Did you drink too much yesterday?" The program director Susa Tanaka smiled and said, "I heard that Mr. Kurokawa is a frequent visitor to the Ginza Golden Spoon Club."

Shibata said in surprise: "I thought only people like us would go to restaurants."

"What restaurant?" Tanaka smiled, "Golden Spoon is a high-quality club, do you think it's the kind of hotel where ladies can touch it as you please?"

"Wow," Shibata asked curiously, "Isn't that kind of place expensive?"

Gong Lang frowned and smiled, "Don't listen to Mr. Tanaka's nonsense, I just go to relax occasionally."

"Don't just relax?" Tanaka smiled ambiguously, "The relationship between the Miss Maiko who came to see you that day and you seems to be..."

"It's just the relationship between a general guest and a lady." He interrupted Tanaka, "Miss Jin Spoon is strictly forbidden to have relations with guests. Mr. Tanaka should have heard of it."

"That's right." Tanaka nodded, "The proprietress of the golden spoon is indeed strictly forbidden to develop unusual relationships with the guests in order to prevent the ladies from getting involved in the guests' family disputes or becoming the guests' affair objects."

"It seems that this mother-san is very principled." Shibata said.

"So, stop guessing about my relationship with Miss Maiko," he said.

"That's right, but..." Tanaka looked at him with a smile, "Mr. Kurokawa is single and unmarried, so he is not afraid of having an affair at all, is he?"

"Mr. Tanaka just doesn't intend to let me go?" Gong Lang smiled helplessly.

"That Miss Maiko is an out-and-out beauty! Could it be that Mr. Kurokawa is not tempted at all?" Tanaka continued: "If there is such a beautiful woman who shows great hospitality to me, I will definitely not be able to resist the temptation and even leave home. Abandoned sons can do that kind of thing.”

"It's better not to do that." Suddenly, Gong Lang's voice sank.

Tanaka seemed to be aware of his slip of the tongue, and immediately put away the smile on his face.

Seeing this, Shibata at the side immediately changed the topic: "I really want to meet the proprietress of the golden spoon, please ask Mr. Kurokawa to introduce me some other day!"

"Hmm." He knows how other people treat him carefully, for fear of accidentally hitting a mine.

In order not to embarrass the situation, he has practiced the ability to respond calmly - although sometimes he will lose control and say sharp words for a while.

"ㄜ... If it's okay, I'll go to work first." Tanaka, who accidentally stepped on a landmine, looked embarrassed, and hurriedly found an excuse to leave first.

As soon as he walked forward, Shibata said in a low voice: "That person in Tianzhong is like that, don't worry about it."

Gong Lang frowned and gave him a "I'm fine" smile.

"That's right!" Suddenly, he remembered what happened on the driveway not long ago, "Will the remodeled Wang Xiang enter the shed tomorrow?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Shibata asked suspiciously.

"The model house for the show, you...should have a spare?" He asked tentatively.

"Usually there will be..." Shibata asked inexplicably, "Why do you ask that?"

He was silent for a while, "Is there a girl with short hair who looks like a boy, is your apprentice?"

Shibata was taken aback, "You mean Yayoi? Yes, she is... oh, you know her?"

"I don't know her, but I've seen her follow you."

"What's wrong with her?"

"It's nothing." He smiled. "Before I came to the meeting, I almost ran into her in the driveway and was scolded by her."

Shibata was startled, and asked with a smile, "She scolded you?"

That guy Yayoi is so short-sighted, he dares to scold even the popular ten-million-dollar producer?It seems she has a lot of guts!

"Yes." He said, "because the model house she was holding fell to the ground and broke."

"What?" At this moment, Shibata was so taken aback that he couldn't laugh at all.

"Why are you so shocked?" Gong Lang frowned slightly, "Didn't you say that there are usually backups?"

"But not this time!" Shibata said, "It's too bad, I have to go and see it quickly, otherwise the show will be open tomorrow." After finishing speaking, he grabbed the meeting materials in his hand and ran away.

Gong Lang originally wanted to tell him not to be too harsh on the girl named Yayoi, but he felt that this was not something he should worry about, so he gave up.

Besides, for such a fierce girl, let alone being scolded, she should be able to withstand even "beating"!

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