Song Yiyi: "If we don't go up, they can still continue to develop."

Cai Mengjun was so angry that her eyes turned red, and she reached out and pinched Song Minghui next to her hard.

Song Minghui was dreaming when he was suddenly woken up by being pinched.

He opened his eyes and looked at his wife in confusion, "Are we home?"

Cai Mengjun's tears started falling.

When Song Minghui saw her crying, he immediately came to his senses and sat up straight in an instant.

He went to hold Cai Mengjun's hand.

Cai Mengjun shook him off for the first time, "Old Song, you... you're really blinded by lard!"

Song Minghui was even more confused.

Amidst the noise, Gu Chengze, who was standing beside him, also woke up.

He wasn't as drunk as Song Minghui to begin with, so he opened his eyes and asked, "Yiyi, did the Cen family bully you again?"

Cen Yue said quietly, "Roll down the window to let in some fresh air. After waking up for a while, go back to the military area."

Only after Gu Chengze and Song Minghui woke up did Song Yiyi tell them in full what had just happened in the guesthouse.

Song Minghui's face was as black as the bottom of a pot that had been used for ten years.

Gu Chengze clenched his fists so hard that they made a crackling sound.

"Yiyi, why didn't you call me brother just now?"

Song Yiyi comforted him, "Brother, it's okay. There are so many people in the guesthouse, they can't bully me."

Gu Chengze's eyes were dark.

Cen Yue drove the car, looking straight ahead, and said calmly: "Sister, what do you want?"

Song Yiyi's heart skipped a beat.

She turned her head to look at Cen Yue's exquisite and superior profile, trying to find some clues from his face.

"What?"

Song Yiyi spoke tentatively.

A gust of wind blew and ruffled her hair.