"No more testing, my IQ is still the same, it hasn't changed!"

The implication is that there is no problem at all.

Cai Mengjun nodded with a smile, "Yiyi, don't stay up late, go to bed early."

Song Yiyi nodded, "Okay."

When she was taking a shower tonight, Cen Yue almost followed her in.

Song Yiyi hurriedly blocked the door, stared at him and whispered, "What are you doing?!"

Cen Yue frowned unhappily, "Dad asked me to watch you tonight."

Is he planning to watch her all night?!

Song Yiyi refused to give in, "Are you using Dad's prestige to gain benefits for yourself?"

And he said it in such a high-sounding way.

Shameless.

Cen Yue curled his lips and took a step back. "Then wash quickly. Don't lock the door. I'll be guarding outside."

Song Yiyi agreed.

She was very nervous while taking this bath, as she was always afraid that Cen Yue would break in.

Fortunately, this person still knows his limits.

After cleaning up and going to bed, Song Yiyi's mind was in a mess as soon as she lay down.

A little while later it was Kang Ying who did the tricks.

One moment it was an imagined scene of a commotion in the hospital during the day.

The feeling of fear began to spread in my heart again.

As I thought about it, my head really started to hurt.

Song Yiyi couldn't help but groan.

Cen Yue immediately sat up, pulled her over and asked, "What's wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Song Yiyi raised her hand and covered his mouth.

She slowed down before saying, "I have a headache, please keep your voice down."

Afraid that Cen Yue would overthink it, Song Yiyi added, "I just can't calm down. My mind keeps thinking about love. Lie down and talk to me to distract yourself."

Cen Yue let go of her, turned around and turned on the small desk lamp.

Turning around again, he leaned in to take a closer look at Song Yiyi's face before reaching out to pull her into his arms and lying down holding her.

"Yiyi."

Cen Yue called her softly, his voice clear and charming.

Song Yiyi responded: "Yeah."

Cen Yue moved, reached out to help Song Yiyi slowly rub her temples, and spoke slowly and lowly: "Why did you want to talk to Kang Ying alone? Is it because of my senior sister?"

The force on the head was neither too light nor too heavy, just right.

The discomfort was relieved a lot.

Song Yiyi closed her eyes and answered casually: "Not entirely, I just want to confirm whether it was her who did it."

Cen Yue's hands kept moving as he spoke calmly, "It's her."

Song Yiyi was not surprised either.

If she can guess it, there must be smart people who can see it.

It's just that they happened to witness the whole process.

"Do you still remember the time you received a red envelope from Cen Bowen?" Song Yiyi asked slowly.

Cen Yue replied softly, "Yeah."

"Chen Xier doesn't understand the principle of chasing a dog into a poor alley. She dug up all the ways out for others, so it's normal that she ended up in the same pit herself."

Kang Ying is the heroine of the novel.

Chen Xier should never, ever expose Kang Ying's plot against Cen Bowen.

After that incident, Kang Ying began to plan to deal with her.

First, they were discovered having a tryst, then the bracelet, and then the art troupe set up a trap.

One thing leads to another.

Chen Xier was trapped in a series of traps.

"I admire her."

Song Yiyi hugged Cen Yue's waist, her hands starting to become dishonest. "Even if I know she set up this thing with the art troupe, I have no evidence."

Cen Yue's breathing became disordered for a moment.

"Don't move." His voice was low. "So you ran to warn her?"

Song Yiyi said "hmm".

She found that talking to Cen Yue really helped divert her attention.

At least at this moment, my mind is not filled with all those messy thoughts. The scenes floating before my eyes are only the solid touch under my hands.

Song Yiyi could feel the disordered breathing above her head.

She had a sudden thought and wanted to cause trouble.