I rely on the bloody script to force BE

It has been almost a month since Qianliu of the Chanyuan has not appeared in front of everyone, and most people have not noticed that something is wrong.

Because the operation of the organization is still orderly and efficient, she has also attended several meetings in the form of remote video to make important decisions.

"That's not right..." Eili of the Chanyuan murmured, "That's not right..."

She frowned tightly, and her colleague who was also an administrative assistant smiled and elbowed her: "What's wrong?"

"It was the meeting in the morning, don't you think something is wrong with Miss Qianliu?"

"Is there?" The colleague tried to recall, "The state is still very good, and the questioning and decision-making are sharp."

This made Zenyuan Huili doubt her own judgment, but after thinking for a while, she said: "I don't think it's like her, it doesn't feel right, it looks like someone else played it."

"Who can play Miss Qianliu?" A colleague asked back, "Is there another person in the world who can make our CFO speechless?"

Huiyuan Huili shook her head, her eyes thoughtful: "What she wants to ask is what she said, but she is not the one attending the meeting."

The colleague couldn't help laughing: "Is it a substitute? What are you talking about?"

"It's weird..."

And her keen sixth sense urged Zenyuan Eri to do some research. She went to the administration office to find the key to the old storehouse on the floor, where Wujo Wu's things were stored.

She had already seen that the two Wujo Satoru were not the same person.After the return of the original owner, this was quickly proved——

He ordered people to throw away all the things he left behind in the past few months, and carefully disinfect and clean the office.Just like cats can never stand the smell of another cat in the territory.

At that time, she was at the door of the office, stopped the cleaners who were about to throw away the old things, and asked them to put them in the same storage box and put them in the storage room.

Where did the other younger Wujo Satoru come from?What is he going to do?Will Qianliu still lose his life because of this person as in his dream?

The old things that hadn't seen the sun all year round were dusty. Eili of the Chanyuan followed her memory and searched hard, and soon found the cardboard box with the label.

Gojo Satoru's office supplies and knick-knacks are unremarkable, most of them are of the same style as Qianliu, and there are two plain hair ties left unused in the pen holder.

Zenyuan Huili patiently checked everything, and casually opened the cowhide notebook. On the title page, it was written in large characters: GojoSatoru!You idiot!

Zenyuan Erli turned another page: "She is sick"

"Ask Nitro..."

"Don't make her angry, or I will never forgive you even myself :)"

Eili's complexion changed, and she suddenly gripped the notebook tightly, leaving light finger marks on the soft white paper.

Thousands of terrifying possibilities flew through her mind. She was stunned for a long time, and tremblingly called Qianliu of the Zen Academy, but of course she didn't get through. No audio.

I realize that what I can do with my own strength and status is really limited, but I still feel uneasy.

He took a deep breath, and decided to ask Gojo Satoru for clarification, even though he was quite afraid of this person.

Gojo Satoru let her approach deliberately, and accepted all her advances with a half-smile, as if he really took care of her, and his attitude was so ambiguous that even Qianliu of the Zen Academy had doubts.

One night, when Eili of the Chanyuan drove him home, Wujo Wu suddenly lowered his head, put his cheek close to her, and asked softly, "Does Eili hate me?"

"Hey?"

"There's no need to hide it."

There was a teasing smile in his voice, but his eyes were as cold as the extreme arctic ice and snow. At that moment, Zenyuan Huili could hardly breathe.

"Stay away from her," he said.

In just half a minute, the cold sweat of Zenyuan Eili had chilled his back, as if it was about to soak his shirt.

"Eri..." Gojo Satoru straightened his body, resumed his normal social distance, and said words full of warning in a very polite tone, "I'm afraid that Qianliu will be sad, of course, I'm also thinking about your personal safety—— Should she stay away?"

"Uh..." He didn't have any killing intent on his body, but a casual smile was enough to set off alarm bells.He can really kill me easily, the thought is so clear.

Zenyuan Eili was so frightened that she almost forgot how to regulate her breathing. Just pretending to be calm had exhausted all her self-control. Even after driving away for a long time, she was still scared and in a state of shock when she got home.

But holding the dusty cowhide book, she mustered up the courage to knock on the door of Gojo Satoru's office.

……

To Zenyuan Eli's surprise, when Gojo Satoru saw the message left on the paper, a flaw appeared on his usually calm face - astonishment, fear, regret, very complicated emotions.

He restrained his emotions, dismissed Huiyuan Huili casually, and walked downstairs with long legs.

……

Facing the menacing man who came to ask him to be held accountable, Jiarui shot down the soot and sighed, "Well, she suffers from depression."

Wujo Wutiao lingered for a long time, and asked in a low voice, "When did it start? To what extent?"

"In terms of depression tendency, it started about four years ago. It developed into mild depression 20 months ago, and the condition got worse when the other Wu was there. But it got better in the first two months. She actively cooperated with the treatment and regularly Psychological counseling, taking medicine..."

Gojo Gojo sank even lower, staring at the floor, his back bent.He asked: "Then...what if..."

"what?"

He opened his mouth, and finally just asked: "What if the medicine is stopped suddenly?"

"Qianliu stopped taking the medicine?" Nitzi raised his eyes sharply, and blamed him, "Stopping the medicine too early will lead to relapse or even aggravate the condition, can you contact her now? Let me tell her."

Gojo Satoru closed his eyes.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing..." He pursed his lips, "I'll make arrangements, goodbye."

After walking out of the office, the normal expression he was trying to maintain in front of his friends could no longer be sustained. Gojyo Satoru felt like the wind was blowing under his feet, and stepped into the elevator. His private jet was hovering on the roof.

The route has been reported to the government a long time ago, and it takes about an hour or so from here to the small island where Qianliu is closed.

And this not-so-long journey made Wutiao Wudu feel like years in seconds. When he flew to the sparsely populated border, he jumped down and used the sky to fly the rest of the distance.

He finally realized his disqualification, and he could no longer continue to deceive his heart.

In fact, it's not that she can't understand Qianliu's disappointment at all.But he never thought it would cause such a serious situation.

Before life and death, he chose to ignore his lover's inner thoughts, and only thought about how to keep her alive;

But now, he closed his eyes and couldn't bear to look at it, because he was afraid that his precious love would be overturned and shattered.

Gojo Satoru couldn't help but blame her quietly, why did he keep such an important matter from himself?However, this thought only occurred for a second before it was replaced by great regret.

He knew that it was all his fault, and it was his perfunctory and self-deception that brought about everything he had done so far.Now that I have finally learned my lesson, I don't dare to take chances anymore, and I only pray that she will be safe and healthy.

It seemed that he really couldn't keep this person, either he couldn't keep her life, or he could lose her heart.If he had to choose one, he decided to let Qianliu go free, love and hate are not important anymore.

When he pushed open the door, Qianliu of the Chanyuan was waiting for him in the living room, his back straightened, his expression indistinguishable from joy to sorrow.

Even if he is familiar enough to be able to draw her outline with his eyes closed, he will still be moved by Qianliu's look when he lowers his eyes, his heartbeat is so fast that he betrays reason, he squeezes his chest, and almost drowns his breath;

What followed was throbbing pain. He felt distressed and regretted, and finally knew that he had hurt her again by making mistakes again and again.

Gojo Satoru subconsciously breathed lightly, as if afraid of disturbing the person in front of him, his lips moved, but he was unable to speak.

They looked at each other for a while, Qianliu from the Chanyuan smiled at him, and called softly, "Enlightenment."

She put on makeup, her hair was curled into a careful arc, her lipstick was a nice tomato color, it was the most complete makeup since she came here;

Her tone was soft, and her expression was as pale as if she had been washed with water. She seemed to have no emotions, but she was so sad that she wanted to cry.

"Come here..." Chanyuan Qianliu patted the sofa cushion beside him, "I have something to tell you."

Do not……

don't want……

Gojo Satoru was overwhelmed by great panic, and for the first time thought of escaping.