Bi Ying meant that Kang Ying was a sure win this time with the special recruitment.

When they got home, Song Yiyi brought tea and made some sugar water for Bi Ying.

Bi Ying took it and took a sip, then took out a red envelope and stuffed it into Song Yiyi's hand.

"Yiyi, when you two got married, I followed the group everywhere."

She looked a little apologetic. "You must accept this red envelope. It's my belated blessing. Happy wedding."

Communications were not as developed in those days as they are in later times. Bi Ying followed the troops to go to the countryside and mountains everywhere, and it was common for her to lose contact for ten days or half a month.

When Cen Yue and Song Yiyi got married, she was still in the northwestern border, so naturally she couldn't attend.

Song Yiyi's mind was split into two.

The book says that Kang Ying gradually made his fortune by running a small business.

It seems that she plans to change the track this time?

However, the military art troupe is away from home all day long. How can a love-sick girl like her accept not seeing Cen Bowen for ten days or half a month?

"Thank you, Senior Sister."

Song Yiyi withdrew her thoughts.

She raised the corners of her lips slightly and turned to look at Cen Yue.

Naturally, he had to nod first for the red envelope given by his senior sister, and then Song Yiyi would decide whether to accept it.

Cen Yue was absent-minded.

It was as if he didn't hear what they were saying at all.

He looked at something empty, with coldness in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

Song Yiyi realized it later.

Cen Yue hadn't said a word since the beginning of the meeting in the auditorium.

He didn't say a word all the way back.

Spending these days with Cen Yue.

Song Yiyi had some idea of ​​his temper.

Whenever Cen Yue was unhappy, he would purse his lips tightly, and there would be no warmth between his brows and eyes.

Those narrow eyes were dim as if covered by a layer of fog, and his whole body was sharp and cold.

He's doing this again...what's wrong?

There is someone else here.

Song Yiyi didn't dare to ask.

She simply stood up, pointed outside, and said to Bi Ying with a smile: "Senior Sister, you play with Xiangxiang, I'll go cook."

Bi Ying also stood up, her eyes full of smiles: "I'll go with you."

There are not many dishes that Song Yiyi can cook.

But there is no reason to ask guests for help.

"Need not."

Song Yiyi waved her hand, thought for a moment and said, "Senior Sister, let's have hot pot tonight, okay?"

Shabu-shabu is a three-fresh version of hotpot.

Both children and adults can eat it.

It is also convenient and fast.

Bi Ying nodded, "Okay, do you need to go out and buy some groceries?"

Song Yiyi helped Bi Ying sit back on the stool. "There's food at home, don't worry. You're welcome to come and visit. If you're tired, go lie down in the room over there."

Song Minghui and Cai Mengjun stayed here for a few days, so the bed in the guest room was saved.

I guess Cen Yue also finds it troublesome to move around.

Cen Yue was doing laundry today and also changed the bed sheets and pillowcases in the guest room.

Song Yiyi hasn't had nightmares recently and has gradually adapted to sleeping in the same bed with Cen Yue.

As the weather gets cooler, Cen Yue's role becomes more and more apparent.

Especially when she has her period and her belly is cold, Cen Yue's hands can even be used as a constant warmth baby.

Bi Ying is pregnant.

Something like that happened some time ago.

She must be tired after working all day today.

After saying that, Song Yiyi walked towards the kitchen.

Cen Yue bought the vegetables early in the morning.

He bought quite a lot, and I guess he had planned to treat everyone a long time ago.

Song Yiyi just opened the refrigerator and took out the ingredients one by one.

Cen Yue came in.

Song Yiyi put a pile of vegetables on the chopping board and nodded at him.

"Cen Yue, I can handle this on my own. You can go out and keep Xiang Xiang and Senior Sister company."

Just wash and cut the vegetables, she can do it quickly.

Cen Yue's eyebrows moved slightly, his dark eyes were deep, but his tone was indifferent: "No need."

He took the dish from Song Yiyi without any emotion.

Put on your apron and get ready.

The kitchen chopping board is just the right height for Song Yiyi.

Cen Yue is tall and has to bend down when standing, and his back looks a little aggrieved.

Song Yiyi walked over in three or two steps, tilted her head and put her face in front of Cen Yue, raised her eyes and stared at him carefully.

Her posture was weird.

Song Yiyi squeezed into the short space between Cen Yue and the chopping board.

She stood crookedly, and had to hold on to Cen Yue's waist with both hands to keep her balance.

Cen Yue's forehead twitched, and he pursed his lips: "Stand still."

Song Yiyi remained unmoved, with a fiery glint in her eyes, and asked in a gentle voice, "Cen Yue, who bullied you?"

He said this.

Song Yiyi complained in her heart, Cen Yue’s expression was the kind of stinky face he would have if someone stole three taels of gold from him, right?

Cen Yue raised his shoulders slightly, lowered his eyes and refused to meet her gaze, his tone calm: "Let me do it, you go out."

He didn't want to say much.

Song Yiyi asked a few more questions.

Cen Yue's tone remained lukewarm.

Song Yiyi thought he was sleepy, so she stood on tiptoe and kissed Cen Yue on the cheek.

"So I'm out?"

Thinking that it was too noisy and Bi Ying would be tired to take care of it, it would be good for her to go out and help.

Maybe Cen Yue just wants to be alone.

It's annoying that she keeps pestering others.

Cen Yue moved his lips and only said "hmm" for a long while.

After Song Yiyi went out.

The sounds of her and Xiangxiang playing soon came from the main room.

The child, who didn't pay much attention to others, started playing with Song Yiyi, and soon called out to her in a soft voice: "Auntie, come here! Come here!"

It feels like I have just learned to speak, and my mouth and words are still unfamiliar.

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