But at this moment, Cen Yue closed his eyes and did not move, his lips and face were a little pale.

His brows furrowed slightly.

It does look a bit adorable.

Song Yiyi looked around without restraint, then stood up and planned to borrow a book from the doctor, as it would be too boring to just sit there.

As soon as she turned around, her hand was grabbed.

When I turned around, it turned out to be Cen Yue.

He also used the hand that had been pierced with the needle.

The needle swayed with his movements.

She was frightened by what she saw.

Song Yiyi sat down quickly.

She was afraid of Cen Yue's rolling needle.

It’s not that she felt sorry for Cen Yue, but she was afraid of that bloody scene.

Song Yiyi put her hands on the edge of the bed.

Cen Yue placed his big palm on it, with his fingertips slightly bent.

She tried to pull her hand away.

Unexpectedly, Cen Yue noticed it and held on even tighter.

Song Yiyi simply gave up.

Unable to walk, she sat on the edge of the bed in a daze.

Cen Yue held her hand tightly as if it were a life-saving straw, probably because it was his instinct when he was sick and vulnerable.

She was a little curious.

Why is the relationship between Cen Anguo and Cen Yue so bad?

From the few words and phrases they exchanged during their few interactions, we only know that Cen Yue lost his mother when he was very young.

Another thing is that Cen Anguo has many sons.

However, he was extremely strict with the youngest child, Cen Yue, and always adopted a repressive education approach.

Compared this way, she is happier than Cen Yue.

Although she will never be able to have a complete pair of biological parents in her lifetime.

Song Yiyi didn't have a father before she traveled through the book.

She asked her mother, and her mother said, "He was a scumbag, so he got what he deserved."

Song Yiyi was not obsessed either.

Because her mother loves her very much, and she loves her mother too.

Even when she was fifteen, her mother remarried and gave birth to a younger sister with her stepfather.

Song Yiyi still lives a happy life.

Her mother did not abandon her because she started a family, and her stepfather was also very good to her.

Her sister is very cute.

Her mother is a career-oriented woman, and as far as she can remember, their family lives in a big villa.

Song Yiyi lived a life of ease and comfort during her short twenty years.

Achieve financial freedom without struggle.

Song Yiyi supported her chin with one hand, sighed deeply, and turned her head to meet a pair of deep eyes.

"woke up?"

Song Yiyi pulled her hand away and stood up, "I'll go call a doctor."

She went out in two or three steps.

Cen Yue lowered his eyes, looked at his suddenly empty palm, and curled his fingers.

The doctor on duty came in quickly, examined Cen Yue, and asked some questions before leaving.

When leaving, he stuffed a glass of water and a few pills into Song Yiyi's hand and said, "Sister-in-law, feed this to the commander."

It was already late at night when the water was hung up.

Cen Yue's face still didn't look good.

The doctor on duty advised: "Sister-in-law, please keep an eye on the political commissar at night. If you have stomachache or fever, go to the hospital."

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and prepared to take advantage of his sister-in-law's presence to express his sadness over the years that no one listened despite his efforts to talk.

The political commissar didn't take his health seriously enough, and every time he received medical advice, it fell on deaf ears.

Now he finally got married.

Based on his brief observation, his sister-in-law was someone who could intimidate the political commissar.

But before he could complain, footsteps were heard from the inner room.

Cen Yue said coldly: "You're not going home?"

Doctor on duty: “…”

He is on duty!

Song Yiyi took Cen Yue home.

Cen Yue stood at the door and didn't go in. "I'm going back to the army."

Song Yiyi went straight to his hands and held his arms to try to lift him up.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm so sleepy. You sleep in my brother's room. Call me if you need anything at night."

She still overestimated herself.

When Song Yiyi opened her eyes again, the sun had already come out.

She got up from the bed, opened the door and rushed to Gu Chengze's bedroom.

Why hasn't Cen Yue made any noise all night?

There was a sound of duck calls in my head.

As soon as she reached the main room, Song Yiyi suddenly stopped.

She looked at Cen Yue, who was sitting at the table with a leisurely look on his face, and asked in surprise: "Are you okay? Then why didn't you go to work?"

Cen Yue's complexion has returned to normal.

It looks like everything is fine.

Song Yiyi breathed a sigh of relief and held onto the wall to steady her heart which was about to jump out of her chest.

"Today is Sunday."

Song Yiyi slapped her forehead, a look of sudden enlightenment on her face: "Look at me, if you don't go to work, you don't know the hardship of being a social animal."

At the end of the meal last night, Cen Yue had a stomachache, so the two of them rushed out and fell asleep as soon as they came back.

Song Yiyi thought that when she woke up in the morning, the living room would be a mess.

Unexpectedly, the table looked brand new.

All the leftovers from last night were gone.

"Corporate slave? What is it?" Cen Yue asked.

Song Yiyi blinked.

It turns out that you can’t overwork yourself. Once you get tired, your brain will stop working.

She could only try to make excuses: "The cattle and horses that go to work are called mules, and the people who go to work are called animals..."

"I'll go make porridge!"

She ran away, leaving Cen Yue alone in deep thought.

After washing up, Song Yiyi went into the kitchen and found the cooked porridge warming on the stove. She scooped two bowls and brought them into the living room.

She sat face to face with Cen Yue.

Cen Yue asked, "Did anyone come to the clinic after I fell asleep last night?"

Song Yiyi answered truthfully: "Yes, your old man and your second brother who was slashed by you came to treat the wound."

She took a sip of porridge, put down the spoon, and gestured, "Your second brother covered his head and insisted that the military doctor look at his wound first. He almost knocked over your medicine. I refused and kicked him, and then your old man came in."

Cen Yue listened carefully, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

Song Yiyi continued, "Grandpa helped your second brother. I didn't let them succeed. I overturned the treatment tray and asked the doctor to give you an acupuncture first."

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