Cen Bowen's reaction was somewhat beyond Song Yiyi's expectations.

She originally thought that Cen Bowen would try to smooth things over.

At best, it can be guaranteed by swearing an oath or cursing.

Sure enough, there is a gap between the different times.

Cen Bowen moved closer to her.

Song Yiyi closed her eyes.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he shouted "molest" and "hooligan".

Just as he shouted a word, he was interrupted by a cold and indifferent voice: "What are you doing?"

With a loud bang.

When Song Yiyi opened her eyes, she saw Cen Bowen sitting on the ground with a flushed face.

He raised his head with some resentment, looked at the person at the door and said, "Uncle, why are you here?"

Song Yiyi turned her head and looked.

The door to the inner room of the clinic was a bit narrow, and the sunlight pouring in from outside was now completely blocked by the people coming in.

In the backlight, she squinted her eyes and couldn't see the man's face clearly.

But the eyes are still attracted by those long legs, broad shoulders and narrow waist.

Cen Bowen was wearing a training uniform.

The man was wearing casual clothes.

Song Yiyi's eyes are like rulers. According to her rough estimation, Cen Bowen is about 185 cm tall.

The person who came was actually taller than Cen Bowen.

Isn’t it said that people of this era eat less and don’t grow tall?

Why are all the troops giants?

As he looked around, the man spoke again: "Don't you know what you've done?"

The voice was cold and sharp, and the tone was flat without any ups and downs.

When Cen Bowen heard this, he immediately stood up straight from the ground, smiling ingratiatingly: "Uncle, it's not what you think. You know, Yiyi and I..."

"Follow."

The visitor obviously had no intention of listening to him continue. After saying two cold words, he turned around and walked out.

This time, Song Yiyi saw his profile.

It was a cold and aloof face with three-dimensional bones, thin lips and a high nose.

"Yiyi, can you go back by yourself?"

Cen Bowen dusted off the dust on his body, turned around and asked her, then glanced towards the outside of the clinic.

Obviously very urgent.

Song Yiyi waved her hand, "Yes."

She signaled Cen Bowen to leave quickly.

The show was over, and she didn't want to look at Cen Bowen's charming face for even a second.

"You all come together."

The deep and magnetic voice came from outside again.

Song Yiyi blinked, pointed at herself with a questioning look, and questioned Cen Bowen with her eyes.

Cen Bowen forced his lips together and whispered, "Yiyi, my uncle is the political commissar. He must have heard about the quarrel you and Kang Ying had at the clinic just now."

He just knew it.

There were so many people in the clinic at that time, so they were bound to be gossiped about by the gossipmongers.

Song Yiyi stretched her head to look outside, stood up, walked past Cen Bowen, and went straight to the outside.

Cen Bowen quickly caught up.

"The political commissar is your uncle?"

Song Yiyi and Cen Bowen followed closely behind him. She looked at the straight and tall figure and couldn't help but ask questions.

Nowadays, anyone who can sit in that position must be at least 40 or 50 years old.

The person in front doesn't look that age at all.

It’s no wonder she has such doubts. Almost everyone who sees Cen Yue will express such feelings.

Cen Bowen leaned slightly to the side and lowered his voice, "Yes, my dear uncle. My uncle is two years younger than your eldest brother. They are partners. In the entire Southern Theater Command, they are the youngest, but their military achievements are no less than anyone else's!"

Song Yiyi nodded, looking thoughtful.

The original body's eldest brother was named Gu Chengze, and he was thirty years old this year.

Why does he have a different surname from Song Yiyi? Because they are children from a reconstituted family.

The original body's mother died when he was born.

When the original body was five years old, Song's father and Gu's mother got married. Fifteen-year-old Gu Chengze also moved to Songjia Village with them.

As far as I can remember, there is no scene about a vicious stepmother.

Mother Gu has a quiet and gentle personality, which is very compatible with Father Song's temperament as a teacher.

Gu Chengze is ten years older than the original body. It can be said that the original body grew up under Gu Chengze's care.

In my impression, this eldest brother inherited his mother's temperament. Even after he became a soldier, he still had a gentle temperament.

Song Yiyi remembered something.

The reason why the original body came to the compound had a lot to do with his elder brother Gu Chengze.

"Yiyi, let's go in."

Cen Bowen's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Song Yiyi's thoughts.

She looked up and saw that they had entered a building and were standing outside the office door.

At some point, the man leading the way had already sat down in the chair behind the desk.

Cen Bowen took Song Yiyi in and closed the office door.

The two of them stood in front of the desk in an orderly manner.

"Uncle, I can explain this matter."

Cen Bowen stood straight, but his tone was glib.

Song Yiyi lowered her head slightly.

She didn't want to destroy the original owner's image as a good girl, for fear that if she looked up, others would see the fearless look in her eyes.

The person in front of me became a leader at the age of 28, so his strength should not be underestimated.

The bony hands placed on the desk tapped twice.

Cen Yue's cold voice came: "You say."

Cen Bowen was obviously relieved and recounted what happened at noon with a smile.

He is quite talkative.

He even described in detail how Song Yiyi hit her head.

Song Yiyi hates people like this the most.

In addition, the original body prepared braised pork and sent it to Cen Bowen first, and this body had not had lunch yet.

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