Song Yiyi thought about going to college.

This is the easiest way to get a job.

But she had a nightmare that night. In the dream, she entered the examination room with dazed eyes. She was so nervous that her pen stopped writing ink and she didn't know how to answer any of the questions.

She was so anxious that she almost cried in the examination room.

Wake up and give up.

Her fragile heart could not bear the fear of being dominated by the question.

She has thought it through. At worst, she can save some money and open a store in two years.

Just after the reform and opening up.

If you have the ability of foresight, it is easy to seize opportunities.

But right now she hasn't had enough of lying down and doesn't want to work hard.

"The house application has been approved."

Cen Yue drank the water in the cup in one gulp, poured himself another, and said slowly: "After the banquet, you move in with me."

Song Yiyi suddenly felt that the meat in her mouth no longer tasted delicious.

She picked up half a plate of green onions and poured them into the pot.

After pouring it out, he shouted exaggeratedly, "Oops! Chief, I'm sorry, I forgot you don't eat onions."

This plate of green onions was prepared by Song Yiyi in advance.

She likes to add coriander and green onions to the hot pot. They are sweet after being cooked and quite delicious.

But after Cen Yue came, Song Yiyi decided not to eat.

This is pure revenge at this point.

Cen Yue put down his chopsticks and said, "It's okay. I'm full. I'll just watch you eat."

His face was full of interest as he stared at Song Yiyi.

Song Yiyi's little cleverness couldn't continue any longer.

Just face it directly.

She asked tentatively, "How about I just move there?"

There’s no need for a banquet.

"Song Yiyi, do you really not want to marry me?"

A hint of coldness flashed in Cen Yue's eyes.