It is said to be a romance

Why is there another different script, did we really time travel to the play of "Fate Love"...?

--premise

The yellowed paper was densely filled with words. After counting carefully, you will find that there are 8 pages. Zhong Chuhe clearly remembered that these words did not exist at all the last time I read it!

Turning back to the first page of the notebook, Zhong Chuhe carefully read every beautiful pen writing on it. He was surprised just after reading a few lines. He quickly scanned the first page, and turned over the next few pages carefully. identified, and then his eyes stayed on the penultimate page.

All the things he has done in the past few days are clearly written on it, as if someone deliberately recorded what he did, from the press conference a week ago to now, completely, a little not fall.

A feeling of being watched suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart, and Mou Zhai couldn't help feeling a chill, and goosebumps appeared unconsciously, making him shiver uncontrollably.Now even though he is in the safest place in the mansion, he still feels that there are ghosts around here.

Looking around with a wooden face, he always felt that there might be people hiding in every corner of this room. This thought made him hold on to the hard-covered notebook in his hand, thinking of using it to hit people when someone really appeared. . 【…】

Wait, I remember there was a page I didn't read.

But... the page just now was already recorded today, why is there another page?

Swallowing, a certain house carefully looked around, and after confirming that there was no problem for the time being, he cautiously stretched out his fingers and opened the last page.

"Saturday, March 3th, at 14:5 p.m., because there was still no news of my sister, I was so irritable that I went racing..."

The 14th... Today is obviously the 13th, and... I am anxious because there is no news! ?Why should we be anxious!I don't like heroines!

Wait, the point is wrong, the point is, there will be tomorrow's record on Wei Mao! ?

Staring blankly at the page in his hand, the scorching gaze almost burned the thin paper, turned the page over and over, and finally found helplessly that the paper behind was indeed blank.

So... is this thing a magic horse? 【The amount of help】

Annoyed lying on his side on the bed, a certain house who has been studying for a long time and still hasn't figured out the true face of this notebook feels a little annoyed. Stuff I've never seen before...

Wait... Think about it carefully, this thing is a bit like a book of prophecy, if it is true, then is the last page about the ending of our future?

The first time I saw it was: open the space-time tunnel and return.

The second time I saw it was: Lost on the way back, the disappearance of the soul...

Fingers sliding his chin unconsciously, a certain house was distressed to find the connection between the two, subconsciously, he told himself that the sudden change between the two is definitely not easy.

Returning... Homecoming... Lost...

! !

Suddenly, a thought came to his mind, causing his heart to beat for a moment, and the back of his neck even felt a little cold.Looking at the notebook in his hand with wide eyes in surprise, Zhong Chuhe couldn't help being terrified by his guess.

If "the way back" refers to going home...does it mean that I can't go home...? !

No, no, calm down, Zhong Chuhe, that's just your guess, think about it carefully, there's no way this thing is a divine horse prophecy book!

Enduring the chills in his heart, Zhong Chuhe forced himself to find out the details that he hadn't noticed just now, trying to overthrow his guess.

I love to read what is written on it, "Because there is still no news about my sister, I am so irritated to go racing." I will never do this, unless it is my elder brother himself!Something that won't come true isn't a prophecy at all!

That's right, that's right, this thing is not a prophecy book...

Wait, this is not so much a book of prophecies... but a script...?

A script...a script...a script that differs from the original text...is it possible...?

The more he thought about it, the more suspicious he became, and Zhong Chuhe looked at the notebook with an unknown path.After hesitating for a while, he looked around the house, and after making sure that there was no second person around, he carefully put the notebook into the briefcase.

His intuition told him that if he didn't treat this notebook carefully, his future would change drastically. Just in case, the first thing he should do now was to figure out what this notebook was.

Is it a script... You will know after trying it...

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In the afternoon of the second day, the residual heat of the sun was not enough to drive away the dampness of early spring, but she still showed off her orange skin to the world without giving up.

Zhong Chuhe glanced at the time and saw that it was time to get off work, and the pen in his hand spun around beautifully.After tidying up the desktop quickly, when putting the documents into the briefcase, he inadvertently glanced at the notebook he put in last night, and a certain house couldn't help but subconsciously tremble.

In order to rule out that the content on the notebook is man-made, Zhong Chuhe has been carrying it with him since last night, and even when he was sleeping, he carefully locked it in the lockbox. After making sure that no one touched it, He was getting more and more uneasy.

This is simply pushing myself into the cruel reality little by little, leaving me nowhere to escape.

Sighing tiredly in his heart, Zhong Chuhe shook his head lightly. After making sure that no important documents were left behind, he left the company with a cold face in full view.

As in the past few days, Zhong Chuhe chose to go to "Yuan" to sit idle.It's not that he didn't care about what was written in the notebook, but because he cared too much, and couldn't help but want to see what would happen if he didn't follow what was written on it?

If this notebook is really a script, as long as you don't do what it says, the ending will change, right...?

With such thoughts in mind, Zhong Chuhe sat restlessly in his usual seat. Although he wanted to read novels as before, he couldn't calm down because of his anxiety.Looking at the screen of the claw machine blankly for a long time, he was finally defeated by his messed up mood, and took back the claw machine in frustration, and a certain house sighed helplessly in his heart.

Forget it, let's go back after a while...

Gently picking up the steaming coffee in front of him, Zhong Chuhe took a shallow sip.The rich fragrance filled the mouth in an instant, with a faint milky fragrance, and subconsciously licked off the milk foam stuck to the corner of the mouth, without realizing how restrained/desire it was to do such a move under the premise of wearing a cold face.

Wu Shilan, who had a little free time in front of the bar, habitually looked at the seat where a certain house usually sat, and what he saw was that very seductive movement.Slightly taken aback, then belatedly glanced at the women's army around a certain house, and saw a group of women with bright eyes as expected, and so on!Why are there men? !

Quietly looking away, Wu Shilan took a tissue to wipe off the cold sweat from his forehead, and then ordered himself to pretend he didn't see anything.

Then again, I didn't read a novel today~

Raising his hand to support his chin, Wu Shilan looked at a certain house curiously, and he didn't know whether to say that a certain house was too focused on his own world, or that he was too dull to be stared at for such a long time, He didn't even notice it at all, obviously the other party didn't cover up his behavior at all.

Ah... Why Mao suddenly felt a sense of defeat...

Perhaps because he was unwilling, or because he really wanted to know each other, Wu Shilan thought about it, and then ordered an ice cream cake from his pastry chef, and walked to a certain house with it.

"Don't worry, sir, please excuse me." Smiling and softly interrupting a certain house who was in a daze again, Wu Shilan naturally put on a diplomatic gesture, "This is a new dim sum in our shop. I wonder if you can try it for us, sir. Woolen cloth?"

Brought back to his senses by the sound, Zhong Chuhe instinctively raised his head to look at the source of the sound. Before he could hear what the other party said clearly, his eyes suddenly lit up when he saw the other party's appearance clearly.

handsome guy!

Wu Shilan is very tall, more than 180 by visual inspection. His hair is not messyly dyed like today's young people. It is jet black and looks good. The length is a bit too long, but it looks very soft.Zhong Chuhe's first impression of him was that he was a handsome guy, but his second impression was that he had nice eyes.

The double eyelids are deep, the eyes look big and energetic, and the corners of the eyes are slightly drooping. He should be a person who loves to smile.A certain house also noticed that Wu Shilan's hands are very beautiful, like the hands of a pianist, the nails are neatly trimmed, slightly red, round and full.

In short, he is a very sunny young man, and a certain house dares to say that this appearance is just the type he likes!

Because when he came to the store before, a certain house only focused on looking at the claw machine, and he didn't even pay much attention when Wu Shilan delivered the food himself. In addition, when there were many people outside the certain house, he was very restrained and didn't like to look around. The result of noticing Wu Shilan's appearance.

A certain house belongs to the Appearance Association. Although the male protagonist is also very handsome, he prefers the appearance of oriental people. This house suffers from the situation that "except for the characters in the play, everyone else is a passer-by." After two weeks of travelling, the eyes are finally satisfied, congratulations~

A certain man who was turbulent in his heart but looked extraordinarily tall (human), expensive (model), cold (dog) and gorgeous (like) stared at Wu Shilan for more than ten seconds, then lowered his head to look at the exquisite cake in front of him, and then very Gao (pretentiously) coldly (forced) refused.

"Sorry, I don't like sweets."

Eh?Don’t have a sweet tooth?

Wu Shilan was subconsciously stunned when he received the unexpected answer, and the cappuccino (with sugar) and matcha cake (with heavy sweetness) that a certain house ordered every time in the past few days appeared in his mind, and then...

Really worthy of being a high-level elite, the vigilance is really high! 【Clap your hands】【Big fog】

"Yeah, sorry to bother you."

The truth: A certain nerd just doesn’t want the handsome guy to know that he likes sweets. He said that he likes sweets. Is that what men do?

The author has something to say: In this way, I have finally coded a chapter, get down and continue to catch up with homework QWQ

ps: Through this chapter, it is estimated that the small attack is already very obvious, Minnasang who likes Chu Ze, hit him! [drag out of a house

A certain house: Huh? QWQ

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