The two of them were no different from drowned rats.

Cen Yue tried to ride the bike as steadily and quickly as possible, but this section of the road had many ups and downs.

The wind was strong and he was afraid that riding too fast would scare her.

Song Yiyi shook her head, "Not cold."

Since she was already soaked, she simply looked up at Cen Yue without caring and asked, "Do you think your old man is weird?"

Hearing this, Cen Yue's lips curled up slightly, "Not surprising, he is just a cold-blooded and ruthless person."

Song Yiyi: “…”

The authorities are indeed confused.

"Not many people in the compound probably know about your mother's affairs. Why are you willing to tell me?"

Anyway, if you put yourself in her shoes, if she were Cen Yue, she would not tell others about this.

My mother died because of my father.

My father kept his word and put all the resentment on him.

What did he do wrong again?

"Hold on tight, we're going downhill." Cen Yue leaned forward slightly to block most of the wind and rain.

Song Yiyi said "Oh" and snuggled into Cen Yue's arms.

The bicycle really sped up, and the wind whistled in my ears.

Cen Yue's voice was surprisingly gentle amidst the rustling of the wind. "Yiyi, I won't hide anything from you about me. As long as you ask, I won't hold back."

When they got home, Cen Yue threw her a towel and said, "Wipe it first. I'll go boil some water."

The scarf flew over and covered Song Yiyi's head.

Song Yiyi: “…”

The rain must have just gotten into her brain. How could she feel that Cen Yue had a gentle side!

When the water was boiled and Cen Yue asked Song Yiyi to wash first, she was even a little uncomfortable.

This person's personality is somewhat similar to the weather outside.

After taking a shower, Song Yiyi moved a stool to watch the rain under the eaves. Dazhuang finally came over and lay down beside her legs.

A man and a cat looked at the water pouring down from the hole in the sky with curiosity.

Cen Yuexian came over quickly, still damp with sweat, and handed her a cup of hot tea.

Song Yiyi took a sip and was so hot that she almost lost her soul.

Cen Yue frowned slightly.

Seeing her pretending to be nonchalant and taking a second sip, Cen Yue said lazily, "Come here, let me see where you're hurt."

Song Yiyi almost spit out a mouthful of hot tea in his face.

She gave him a sidelong glance, "Butt, what do you want to see?"

Cen Yue said seriously, "That's even more important. If there's any bone injury, we need to go to the hospital as soon as possible."

Song Yiyi: “…”

This is the first time I've seen someone describe being a hooligan in such a righteous way.

She was able to sit on the beam and bump all the way back, so what could be the big deal?

Song Yiyi began to feel lucky that there was some flesh to cushion the blow, preventing it from directly impacting the bones.

With a change of mind, Song Yiyi stood up from the stool, covering her butt and muttering "ouch ouch".

Cen Yue frowned and walked towards her, raising his hand to touch her without giving her any explanation.

Song Yiyi jumped three feet high and knocked his hand away: "No, no, no, I feel pain right now, maybe I need to rest well."

She looked embarrassed, "Look, look, it's almost time for lunch, this lunch..."

Cen Yue closed his eyes, his expression visibly relaxed. "Does it hurt?"

Song Yiyi blinked her innocent little doe eyes and nodded, "Yes, it usually hurts, but I can't work, I can only eat."

She leisurely lay down in the rattan chair, grabbed the pear that Cen Yue had washed on the table and started to eat it.

From the kitchen came the sound of chopping wood on the chopping board.

Song Yiyi shrugged, "You're so angry."

She had originally planned to praise Cen Yue's cooking no matter how it turned out.

But when she actually put it in her mouth, Song Yiyi had no time to praise it.

Because it’s so delicious.

Cen Yue put a piece of pork ribs into her bowl and said, "Slow down, no one is trying to snatch it from you. Are you hungry?"