After so many years, when Song Minghui mentioned it again, his voice was still trembling.

After he finished speaking, he stood up and walked out of the kitchen.

She walked to the door and stopped, without turning her head, and said, "Yiyi, don't blame her. At least she gave birth to you."

Song Minghui left as if escaping.

No wonder.

No wonder Song Minghui reacted so strongly when the original owner liked his brother.

Although his behavior of forcing his daughter is unforgivable.

But if you put yourself in his shoes, no matter who is in his position, no one would agree.

What's more, the relationship between Gu Chengze and Song Yiyi is much more dangerous than that between him and Song Wei.

Making an all-or-nothing choice is like dancing on the edge of a cliff.

You never know whether the next moment will be an embrace or an abyss.

Song Minghui had walked that path before, and he knew it was not easy, so he naturally didn't want his daughter to repeat the same mistake.

Compared to these.

Song Yiyi cared more about the original owner's mother's name.

Because her mother's name is also Song Wei!

Before Song Yiyi traveled through time into the book, she came from a single-parent family and was raised by her mother alone. She took her mother's surname.

Song Yiyi heard some details from Song Minghui's description.

For example, Song Wei is cheerful and generous.

Even if I have a lover, I will not put all my focus on one person.

She has her own studies and friends.

Have something you love.

How could such a person suddenly become a different person and unreasonably block Song Minghui's future?

Unless... there's a compelling reason to do so.

Song Yiyi made some calculations.

If Song Minghui had gone abroad to study after graduation and then returned to build the motherland.

Calculated according to time.

Song Minghui probably won't be able to work for a few more years.

The movement is about to begin.

As I recall, Grandma Song’s family was landlords before liberation.

After she married into the family, she became rich.

By that time, Song Minghui had studied abroad and was engaged in scientific research.

If that were the case, it wouldn't be an exaggeration for the original owner to say that it was the beginning of the collapse of the world.

Maybe he had to live in a cowshed since he was young.

The best way to avoid this is to return to your hometown to support grassroots construction, and at least on the surface, establish correct political ideas.

Wait until the movement starts and then resign.

Become a part of the people completely.

Song Wei has been doing this since the moment she graduated.

The fact is that Song Minghui really escaped.

Song Yiyi's guess was basically confirmed.

She returned to her room in a daze.

Song Yiyi sat on the edge of the bed, trying hard to recall whether her mother had ever told her about her father.

After thinking about it, I can only say "What a scumbag!"

She felt dizzy and when she bent down to rub her head, a basin of steaming water was placed in front of her.

Song Yiyi raised her eyes and saw Cen Yue slowly squatting down, pinching her ankle, and began to help her take off her shoes.

She didn't move.

Cen Yue helped her take off her shoes and put them away, and then helped her take off her socks.

"Take a dip."

Cen Yue stood up with Song Yiyi's socks in his hand, as if he had no mysophobia at all. "Call me when you're done."

He turned and was about to leave.

Song Yiyi stood up and suddenly put her arms around his waist.

Cen Yue froze and subconsciously asked, "What's wrong?"

This was the first time Song Yiyi took the initiative to approach him since her last confession.

Cen Yue didn't dare to force her these days.

Except for her desire to run, everything else goes as she pleases.

He could see that Song Yiyi was resisting him.

Cen Yue endured it and tried not to touch her.

He always waited until Song Yiyi fell asleep before he dared to half hug her and half embrace her to sleep.

Anyway, she was drowsy when she was sleeping.

It can't be found at all.

She would even take the initiative to snuggle into his arms.

"Headache."

Song Yiyi muttered softly, "I was just chatting with my dad in the kitchen, where were you?"

Cen Yue raised his hand, rubbed Song Yiyi's temple, and replied softly: "I'm chatting with my mother in the yard."

Maybe it's because of strength.

Cen Yue’s massage technique is very good. Just a few presses can relieve a lot of headaches.

Song Yiyi forced herself not to think about it and asked him, "What are you talking about?"

She really wanted Cen Yue to say something boring to her.

It's meaningless.

It sounds like a no-brainer.

Cen Yue's tone was lazy and casual. "Let's talk about some people. When they were little, they loved to crawl into their brother's bed. The whole village went out to look for them late at night. They thought they were taken away by wolves."

Song Yiyi: “…”

It wasn't her who did it.

What does it have to do with her?

"Talking about some people who like to fight with children, especially boys."

Song Yiyi was speechless again.

She no longer has the confidence to say that these were not done by her.

"We also talked about your mother."

Song Yi leaned on Cen Yue's chest, listening to his steady and strong heartbeat. When she heard this, she quickly looked up and asked, "My mother what?"

She was very curious about what Cai Mengjun would think of Song Wei.

Cen Yue's deep gaze fell on Song Yiyi, his voice was soft and magnetic, with a kind of magic that inexplicably made people feel at ease.

"Well... she's very beautiful, and her eyes are very similar to yours."

"She's very smart and a lot like you."

Song Yiyi always felt that the second half of the sentence was added by Cen Yue.

But when I thought about it, I laughed again.

Cen Yue had never met Song Wei, so how could he know whether they looked alike or not.

Song Yiyi glanced at him.

He pushed Cen Yue away in an instant.

"Cen Yue! You touched my face with your sock-carrying hand!"

Her socks were thrown to the ground by Cen Yue at some point.

Cen Yue had just been massaging her.

With hands that have touched dirty socks.

Song Yiyi's world collapsed.

When she turned off the lights and went to bed at night, she took the initiative to snuggle into Cen Yue's arms.

Cen Yue thought she was going to implement some revenge plan again.

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