Although those two words were not mentioned.

Cen Yue still understood what Song Yiyi was saying immediately.

His forehead twitched, and Cen Yue's tone was dangerous: "What do you think?"

Song Yiyi said innocently, "How would I know? If you say so, I will believe it."

In fact, she knew.

After all, the fact that they lost it in seconds when they first did it made some people secretly feel resentful for a long time.

Cen Yue didn't say anything, but his thoughts were written in his eyes.

He took the washbasin and went out to take a shower without saying a word.

Like trying to explain.

And I'm afraid of losing face.

Riding in a car was also very tiring, so Song Yiyi fell asleep as soon as she hit the bed, completely ignoring the twists and turns in Cen Yue's mind.

The two arrived at the compound at noon the next day.

Just as he put his things away, a young man in military uniform ran over, saluted Cen Yue, and said, "Hello, Chief! Can I drive the car?"

Cen Yue nodded, "Yeah."

After the car was driven away by that person, Song Yiyi realized that Cen Yue actually didn't need to drive himself.

Every time he uses a car, Cen Yue always drives himself.

Song Yiyi subconsciously thought that someone at his level didn't have a driver, but it turned out that he did.

Go back home.

Cen Yue went to pick up Da Zhuang first.

After not seeing him for a few days, Da Zhuang seemed to have become fatter. As soon as he entered the main room, he lay on the ground with his belly spread out, without any shyness at all.

Song Yiyi took a look at it and said teasingly, "Da Zhuang, it's exposed."

Da Zhuang wagged his tail back and forth, as if he understood, and used his tail to create a mosaic.

When Cen Yue passed by, Dazhuang moved his fat body and twisted it back and forth.

It's a pity that no one paid it any attention.

Da Zhuang was surprised to find that it seemed to be spoiled!

His eyes rolled.

Da Zhuang stood up calmly and walked over to Song Yiyi's leg.

Song Yiyi had already seen its series of operations.

She pretended not to feel anything and fiddled with the teacup in her hand.

Da Zhuang looked up and rubbed Song Yiyi's legs again, this time staying a little longer.

It also swung its tail at Song Yiyi several times.

Song Yiyi finally couldn't hold back this strong and coquettish offensive, so she picked it up from the ground, rubbing and sucking it.

During the few days they were back home, there must have been a strong wind in the courtyard, and leaves were falling all over the ground.

Cen Yue was cleaning the yard.

Song Yiyi went into the kitchen and made egg noodles.

After marrying Cen Yue, she rarely cooked.

But whenever he makes it, Cen Yue is always very supportive and eats it all.

But he didn't praise it either.

Cen Yue went back to work that afternoon.

Song Yiyi slept soundly at home for two days before finally getting up.

Huang Jianing brought Xiaobao and knocked on the door.

She fried some sugar-coated cakes at home and sent some over while they were still hot.

The two of them haven't said much.

Aunt Wang came with a plate of steaming scallion pancakes in her hand.

Huang Jianing had to go back and continue blasting.

After the three of them discussed it, they went to sit next door and chat.

The freshly baked sugar-coated cake has a crispy crust and a sweet but not greasy filling. The sugar filling is mixed with sesame seeds, leaving a lingering fragrance in every mouthful.

Song Yiyi, Aunt Wang and Xiaobao sat in a row according to age, their mouths and hands covered in oil from eating.

"Does it smell good?"

Song Yiyi tilted her head and asked Xiaobao.

Xiaobao didn't even bother to look up, just nodded his little head and answered loudly: "It smells good!"

The emotional value is very sufficient.

This made several adults burst into laughter.

After finishing one, Aunt Wang wiped her hands and asked, "Jianing, why did you think of frying sugar-coated cakes? I saw you fried some fried oil cakes too. Are you having a party at home?"