My Niece-in-Law Married Him, The Scheming Officer Went Crazy

In a car accident, Song Yiyi transmigrated into a book, her memories screaming that "the original owner would die miserably for pestering the military officer male lead."

When she was...

Chapter 187 Her Gold Will Grow On Its Own

The nature of Cen Bowen's private help and his help to a pair of unfortunate siblings in the name of husband and wife are completely different.

But this is the only safest solution to this problem.

Only in this way can Kang Ying's desire for revenge be curbed.

Song Yiyi knew it clearly.

That's the power of plot.

Without her as a cannon fodder, another cannon fodder will naturally take her place.

It's obvious.

Huo Tianqi is the unlucky guy.

Song Yiyi had no idea to what extent this thank-you letter would elevate Cen Bowen.

But even if you don’t write.

The plot will definitely make up for him in other ways.

Cen Bowen won't be the company commander for long.

The relationship between Kang Ying and Cen Bowen also needs such twists and turns and stepping stones to highlight its preciousness.

But why?

The life of the supporting character is not a life? !

Huo Tianqi had to go to work in the afternoon, so Song Yiyi gave her a few instructions and went home alone.

After she left, Huo Tianqi found a handkerchief to wipe his eyes, picked up the book again, and walked out slowly.

I just picked up the pile of books.

She saw the money underneath.

The new great unity is spread out neatly on the table.

Huo Tianqi clearly remembered that there was no money on the table when she put the book down.

She was very smart and figured it out immediately.

This money was left by Song Yiyi.

So Song Yiyi said she wanted to come to the dormitory.

I'm not curious about what this place looks like.

Instead, he wanted to return the money she had spent on the things she had given him, so as to preserve her thin self-esteem.

The tears that Huo Tianqi had just suppressed burst out again, and his eyes felt extremely sore.

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Cen Yue carried the fish home and smelled the aroma of food as soon as he entered the door.

I heard some noise in the kitchen.

Cen Yue walked straight in.

Seeing the busy figure standing in front of the chopping board, he exuded a gentleness and tenderness that he himself was not aware of.

Song Yiyi didn't hear the footsteps at all.

She was distracted while cooking.

After talking with Huo Tianqi, Song Yiyi felt an indescribable sense of suffocation in her heart.

Can't find the exit.

She simply kept herself busy.

Song Yiyi cooked a table full of dishes in the afternoon.

Miscellaneous.

nondescript.

It doesn't feel like cooking, it feels like venting.

Song Yiyi stewed beef ribs with red wine.

I also made a salad with wild vegetables.

Stir-fry green peppers with red peppers.

Green tomatoes mixed with red tomatoes with added sugar.

There were also several mixtures that were impossible to tell with the naked eye.

Cen Yue looked at the strange dishes on the chopping board, his thin lips slightly raised, and his tone was teasing: "Is our close relatives having a meeting?"

When Song Yiyi heard the voice, her shoulders shook noticeably.

Cen Yue thought he scared her.

Just as he was about to comfort her, Song Yiyi turned around and threw herself into his arms.

Noticing her abnormality, Cen Yue stretched out his arm and accurately threw the fish with the rope into the basin on the ground.

"What's wrong?"

His voice was low and soft: "Who bullied you?"

Cen Yue pulled Song Yiyi out of his arms, held her face in his hands, and looked at her carefully.

Song Yiyi put her hands on Cen Yue's shoulders.

She followed Cen Yue's strength and raised her face, chuckled twice, stared at Cen Yue for a few seconds and sighed, "You are so cute."

After seeing Song Yiyi's face clearly, Cen Yue narrowed his eyes slightly.

The two people are very close.

With every breath, a faint smell of alcohol filled the air.

Song Yiyi's eyes, which used to be beautiful and clear like glass, were now full of mist and her gaze became blurred.

Her face was very red, and even the corners of her eyes had a hint of red.

The lips are red and gorgeous.

Cen Yue's Adam's apple slid slightly, and he pulled down her hand that was starting to make trouble. He caught a glimpse of the knife on the chopping board from the corner of his eye, and his eyes darkened.

He lowered his voice and said, "Stand still."

Song Yiyi stood up straight as if by reflex, and then fell uncontrollably onto Cen Yue.

Cen Yue grabbed her waist in time, his tone still deliberately cold: "Why did you touch a knife after drinking? Don't you know it's dangerous? Didn't you say you would wait for me to come back and cook?"

It seems I have to hide all the knives next time I go out.

Her behavior is really too dangerous.

"drink wine?"

Song Yiyi opened her red lips slightly, suddenly chuckled, raised her hand and shook her index finger, "I don't have it."

She is clearly acting like a scoundrel.

Cen Yue lowered his eyes and stared at her, his eyes dark and swirling, his voice low and magnetic: "Really? Then whoever drinks is a dog."

When Song Yiyi heard this, she immediately argued, "I'm not a dog. I used 1982 Lafite in my cooking. I just tried it to see if it was salty enough, I didn't drink it secretly."

After she finished speaking, she raised her pretty face and smiled innocently, "I'll use the 1982 Lafite to marinate beef! It doesn't matter, I'll use gold to pay for it. I have plenty of money! I'm just willful!"

As Song Yiyi spoke, she lowered her head and groped Cen Yue's body, muttering softly, "Hey, where's my gold? I clearly hid it here. Let me look for it."

Cen Yue raised his eyelids and glanced at the corner of the chopping board.

The red wine that I brought back from Cen Anguo was lying there alone, and half a bottle was gone.

Cen Yue was almost so angry that he laughed.

It's not because of the wine.

It's because of the phrase 'taste the saltiness.'

Can anyone taste half a packet of salt?

Just as he was about to look away, he suddenly froze and his expression changed instantly.

Cen Yue gnashed his teeth, his voice a little hoarse: "Song Yiyi... let go..."

What are you doing?!

Cen Yue's breathing began to become disordered. He gritted his teeth, bent down, and picked up Song Yiyi horizontally.

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