Song Yiyi's mind moved, and she quickly asked, "Do you still remember what Cen Yue was like five years ago?"

Huang Jianing was not on guard and thought about it carefully for a long time.

"Five years ago..."

She suddenly looked at Song Yiyi, smiled and said, "My eldest son was born at that time. I heard Guo Zheng say that the leader was also in the hospital. It seemed that he was injured during a mission."

Huang Jianing looked thoughtful, "Before we were discharged from the hospital, Guozheng went to visit the leader, and my mother-in-law and I waited outside."

The ward door opened and closed.

Huang Jianing saw the person sitting by the window through the gap.

"Yiyi, do you want to know what's the difference between the leader and now?"

Perhaps out of guilt, Huang Jianing told everything he knew.

She told Song Yiyi about Cen Yue.

But she was just a military dependent after all, and her knowledge was very limited.

Everyone in the compound knew about it at that time.

Commander Cen’s youngest son is Cen Yue.

It’s not because of Commander Cen, but because of Cen Yue’s reckless way of living.

Liu Guozheng is older than Cen Yue.

At that time, he was on the same level as Cen Yue.

Liu Guozheng and Huang Jianing had just gotten married, and the newlyweds talked about everything. He would often talk about things that were not against the rules at the dinner table.

For example, there is a descendant of a founding general in the same level.

This descendant doesn't rely on his father or mother, but relies on his desperate efforts to be promoted year after year.

Creating new records again and again.

The more dangerous the mission, the more active he is.

"My family's Guo Zheng said that the chief is single and has no scruples."

When Huang Jianing talked about this, there was a hint of shyness on her face.

When people chatted privately, they all said that a family of generals produces a tiger son, and Cen Yue was the only tiger son with a legitimate family background in the Cen family.

I didn't get any useful information from Huang Jianing.

Instead, one could tell that Cen Yue had been severely yandere since his early years.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, he was eager to prove that he was a member of the Cen family.

But Song Yiyi knew very well that he was not.

Huang Jianing didn't know what mission Cen Yue was injured on.

It is not known what specific injuries he suffered.

Song Yiyi went home carrying the iron box, took some money from home, and prepared to go out and buy a train ticket.

Think about it.

Song Yiyi followed Cen Yue's example and wrote a note and put it under the water cup.

In case Cen Yue comes back and can't find her, he will go crazy in the compound again.

Song Yiyi didn't expect that she was worrying too much.

Because she found herself about to leave the compound, the guard at the gate immediately became alert. He not only came over to greet her, but also asked her where she was going.

Song Yiyi saw with her own eyes that the sentry winked at another comrade, and that person ran towards the army.

"Okay, okay, I won't go out."

Song Yiyi looked helpless, "Don't let him run all this way, it's tiring."

Is Cen Yue putting her under house arrest in disguise?

No wonder he goes to work so confidently.

Song Yiyi was so angry that she wanted to laugh.

The dog man said he would give you whatever you want, but he did inhuman things.

"Sister-in-law, the commander is also thinking about you. It's not safe outside!"

The young man standing guard at the door shouted, and everyone around looked over here.

Song Yiyi covered her face and walked silently into the yard.

She turned and went to the duty room to call Song Minghui.

Song Minghui received a call from Song Yiyi, and there was a clear smile in his voice: "Yiyi, how are you feeling recently? I heard from your brother that you didn't participate in the selection of the art troupe?"

Song Yiyi just opened her mouth.

Song Minghui continued to ramble on on the other end of the phone: "If you don't want to participate, then don't participate. Wait until Ah Yue is free and I'll take you to the hospital for a checkup. If there's nothing wrong, tell Dad."

Song Yiyi held the microphone, feeling mixed emotions.

She blinked and said, "Dad, I'm fine."

Silence for a few seconds.

Song Minghui laughed, "That's good, that's good."

He wanted to say something else, but Song Yiyi quickly spoke up, "Dad, have you told my mom about my marriage?"

There was silence on the phone again.

Song Yiyi thought she was dead for a moment.

She said 'Hello' twice and was about to hang up when a voice came from the other end: "I have spoken."

Song Minghui has an old-fashioned personality.

Song Yiyi immediately knew that he was lying.

"Dad, I dreamed about my mom. I want to go back in a couple of days to visit her grave. By the way, I'm married..."

Suddenly, a loud shout came from the phone: "What are you talking about? It's just a small matter, why are you making such a fuss?"

"Song Yiyi, if you have too much free time, learn how to do housework!"

"After you get married, the most important thing you should do is take good care of your husband. Don't think about other things all day long!"

"What kind of woman would go back to her parents' home all day after getting married? Your mother and I don't have time!"

After Song Minghui finished speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for Song Yiyi's reaction.

Song Yiyi called again, but the call was still not connected.

When mentioning the original owner's mother, Song Minghui's attitude was obviously abnormal.

Song Yiyi had a hunch that something was fishy.

If the original owner's mother died after giving birth to the original owner, Song Minghui would not have to be so taboo.

After all, she is my daughter's biological mother.

During these days of contact, Song Yiyi always felt that Song Minghui was sometimes unreasonable.

Like there's some specific point.

Once Song Minghui's reverse scale was triggered, he suddenly became unscrupulous.

It seems a phone call.

It's really impossible to get the truth out of Song Minghui.

Song Yiyi walked back bored, thinking about what to do next.

In a head-on confrontation, she can't beat anyone in this era.

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