I got the BE script and got entangled by my ex-boyfriends

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"In another room."

"It's safe."

The two answered at the same time, a little embarrassed.

"My head hurts a little," she added.

Jinguji Jilei bent down and checked it carefully, but found nothing wrong, so let her rest more.

During this period, Gojo Satoru had been standing beside him, obedient like a primary school student, if Noctua Masato saw his current appearance, he might shed tears of relief.In fact, Gojo Satoru had been paying attention to her emotional state, distractedly listening to Jinguji Jirei's speech.

She was lying on the bed, listening carefully to Jinguji Jirei's speech.At the same time, he felt Gojo Satoru's worried and scorching eyes, and his heart, which had been beating extremely fast, never calmed down.

All her memories came back, and it was only at this moment that Yuecheng Qianxia was willing to believe that the shock of time and space had also affected her.

All the good and bad things from the high school period have come back together.

This also strengthened her determination to find a way to leave as soon as possible.

After Jinguji Jilei left, she glanced out the window, it was already dark.

"Does it still hurt?" Yuecheng Qianxia's forehead was covered with sweat, Gojo Wu touched the forehead with his fingers, gently pressed and rubbed it, and said softly, "It hurts badly, but it should be lighter. Is it uncomfortable here?"

Yuecheng Qianxia panicked for a moment, her eyes flickered, and she calmly said: "No, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Gojo Satoru was sitting by the bed, still rubbing her forehead, and with the other hand, he took the dry towel placed by the bedside, and carefully wiped her face.

Tsukishiro Qianxia admitted that she was startled by his action.

"Jingu Temple will deliver food later, you wait a moment. Are you thirsty now, I'll help you get up and drink some water, okay?"

It's not courting, it's just trying to please.She was naturally pampered, thoughtful, careful, and took care of everything. There were even fresh bouquets on the bedside table, a few boxes of mango slices, and a few bags and boxes on the chair beside her. It's clothes and shoes.

what's the situation.

Yuecheng Qianxia was a little uncertain. She woke up from a sleep and went to a parallel world?

Gojo Satoru helped her to sit up and lean against the head of the bed, the temperature of the water was just right for the entrance.

"Mr. Wujo, am I going to be terminally ill? Time is running out."

Gojo Satoru smiled, with a brisk tone, "Qianxia has also learned how to joke."

Yuecheng Qianxia took a sip of water in peace.

It is Wujo Wujo, not fake.

"Then I'm dreaming now."

"Of course not." Gojo Satoru took her hand, put it on his face very skillfully, blinked at her, and said coquettishly: "Squeeze and see."

Yuecheng Qianxia was stunned.

Gojo Satoru seemed to have two cat ears, and his fluffy long tail dangled leisurely. He stared at her in a very good mood, rubbing his face against her palm, and said at the end, "How about I pinch Qianxia's face instead?" .”

Yuecheng Qianxia's scalp was numb, and she pulled her hand back all of a sudden.

He has never been so gentle and considerate when Gaozhuan was dating, and he has acted like a baby many times.

But people don't like her at all.

Gojo Gojo squinted and smiled, and could see the pink bubbles popping up, "Qianxia, ​​this look is so cute."

She collected herself and said calmly: "Mr. Wutiao, I know I'm not dreaming anymore, can you please stop saying such things?"

It must be a nightmare.

It seems that there is no emotional problem, Gojo Satoru feels a little relieved, but he still needs to pay more attention.

The person who came to deliver the lunch was a little nurse. Jinguji Jirei was called by the orthopedics department to help with an operation. Before leaving, she asked her to deliver some food.

Wait for the little nurse to leave the door.

Gojo Satoru opened the bento box, saw that it was a light meal suitable for patients, turned around and put a fried chicken nugget from the bento box.

"Qian Xia can only eat one piece."

Like coaxing a child.

Tsukishiro Qianxia took the lunch box, put the fried chicken pieces aside, and asked him, "This afternoon, am I dreaming?"

"Of course not." Gojo Satoru also didn't eat for a day, Tsukishiro Chika woke up, he ate his first bite of rice today, chewed a few times and swallowed fried chicken nuggets, Gojo Satoru slightly pushed his sunglasses, a pair of blue eyes Nakamitsu was serious and gentle, and he said: "It's the illusion of the fox demon, a monster that has nothing to do with the magic world. It is the same group that attacked you and Tsurumaru yesterday. Now that fox was taken away by Osamu Dazai." Going to interrogation."

It shouldn't be a problem to hand it over to Osamu Dazai... Speaking of which, can Disqualification from the World work against youkai?

"...Does Qianxia want to see Moon Palace Ringo?"

"Ok?"

Why did the topic change like this?

Gojo Satoru lowered his head, holding the chopsticks between his fingers, and there was obvious reluctance in his voice, "It's just... don't you like her very much, if you want to see her, I can find her."

Good guy, just use your banknote ability to invite a celebrity to hold a private fan meeting, why didn't you mention Suzuki Ann?Moreover, Yuegong Ringo is not such a spineless person, he can be invited here for a small amount of money.

"No, the big star is very busy." Yuecheng Qianxia refused, and added, "He is not the kind of person you can hire with money."

Gojo Satoru's mood suddenly picked up, he was happy, and he couldn't hide his voice: "This is what Qianxia said. I have already suggested that you meet the celebrity you like, and you are the one who did not see it."

Yuecheng Qianxia leaned comfortably on the head of the bed, her eyes were slightly bent, but she didn't seem to have any, she said lightly: "I said it. Can we eat first now."

Gojo Satoru felt he was coaxed.

Although his mood was still suppressed and irritable, and he could still see Yuecheng Qianxia's alienation and indifference towards him, but he was coaxed.

**

Yoko Iio was very anxious.

"I've already said the deal is over, what have your people done."

"Don't think about this stone anymore."

Xia Youjie was holding a strangely shaped stone in his hand. He had a gentle voice and no temper. He hung up the call and blocked Fansheng's number.

No matter how angry the other party is, it has nothing to do with him.

At nine o'clock at night, Mimiko cooked oden, and Nanako came to call him.

Xia Youjie smiled gently, his shoulder-length black hair curled up in the wind, and he patted the top of Nanako's head.

"Master Xia You, a woman asked me about you today."

"Oh, how did Nanako answer?"

"I said... Master Xia You doesn't like women who smell like monkeys. That woman was stunned after hearing this, with a puzzled face."

Xia Youjie squinted his eyes and sneered, "As expected of a monkey, the brain is so small."

……

……

Gojo Satoru stayed overnight in the ward.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga sleeps with Jinguji Jirei in the duty room at night.

When Noctua Zhengdao called him, Yuecheng Qianxia just woke up, he hung up the phone, washed up with her, and finished breakfast.It was only when I mentioned Noctuma that Zhengdao's call was to urge him to go to work.

Of course Gojo Satoru didn't want to go, he didn't want to leave even a single step.

Night Moth said rightly: "Staying in one place for too long will make people suspicious, you know."

Gojo Satoru dragged on a long note, and said in a low voice, "This is a hospital, and there are many curses."

Ye Mozheng was speechless, "Wu, go to work..."

Then Gojo Satoru hung up the phone.

Osamu Dazai hadn't contacted him since he went back, and when he thought about it, he realized that the two of them didn't leave a communication method at all.

Laugh to death.

34. Chapter 34 The snow in June is a beautiful scenery...

I got the BE script and got entangled by my ex-boyfriends

by heavy string

Jinjiang Literature City alone

"Mingming is on vacation today, and I'll call her over later." Gojo Satoru didn't wear sunglasses, and lay down on the bed unhappily, his voice muffled between his arms and the quilt, "But work, I still have to go .”

Qianxia Tsukishiro was holding a fashion magazine in her hand, seeing his fingers rubbing the quilt bit by bit, she couldn't help feeling amused, and said in a calm tone: "Mr. Gojo, please put your work first, I think they After seeing how powerful you are, I won’t come here again.”

Gojo Satoru exposed his eyes, and the white hair was pressed against his eyelashes.

"Even if Qianxia's spell power is restored, if it can't be used, it won't help." He lazily stared at her hand on the side, "Yesterday's illusion is because of the enchantment itself, the spell power It will not flow out."

Gojo Satoru pursed the corners of his lips, and quietly moved his hand on the quilt.

"It was almost snowing in June in Shinjuku yesterday, it will be big news."

Enough is enough.

Gojo Satoru gave a short laugh, and his fingertips touched her little finger, which was warm and soft and only retracted in the blink of an eye.

"I'm sorry, I almost made big news." Tsukishiro Qianxia withdrew her hand and read without emotion.Obviously aware of Gojo Satoru's loss, he buried his face in his arms, in fact, it was like a smile that suppressed the corners of his lips, although it was only for a moment, but the fingers touched together felt very comfortable and warm, really Wanting to hold her hand, Gojo Satoru was actually more satisfied than disappointed.

A few seconds later, when he raised his face again, he had already well covered up the little complacency and delusions in his heart, and the depression in his heart also miraculously dissipated.Gojo Gojo rested his chin on one hand and looked at her with a smile. His blue eyes were full of uncontrollable affection called liking. He smiled and said, "The snow in June is a beautiful sight."

She didn't answer, her eyes kept falling on the magazine in her hand.

Gojo Satoru bent his fingers, rubbed his fingertips lightly, and smiled in a low voice. The soft tone was hazy, like the first ray of dawn that passed through the branches.