Ever since I read that notebook.

Cen Yue felt vaguely strange.

He thought about it carefully. In the content he had watched, the male protagonist Cen Bowen appeared, but Kang Ying was never mentioned from beginning to end.

Song Yiyi was startled and quickly climbed up from Cen Yue's arms, "Why did you say that just now?!"

Such important information.

Coming from Cen Yue's mouth, it sounded more casual than talking about the weather.

Cen Yue raised his shoulders slightly, put his arm around Song Yiyi's waist, and said lazily, "I don't care who is the heroine."

If I hadn't seen her flipping through that notebook all the time.

Cen Yue didn't even think about it.

To him, it doesn't matter who is the protagonist.

He always solves problems in a simple and rough way, and no one dares to do anything tricky in front of him.

Cen Yue grabbed Song Yiyi's waist and exerted force with his hands.

She was thinking about something when she suddenly fell into Cen Yue's arms and her knees bumped against her subconsciously.

There was a muffled groan above my head.

"What's wrong?"

Song Yiyi was in a panic and tried to get up, but her waist was tightly held.

Cen Yue's voice was low and dangerous: "Did you do this on purpose today?"

Once in the restaurant, and now again.

Either the butt or there.

Song Yiyi pulled the corners of her lips stiffly and argued cunningly: "No, how could it be possible? Do you think I look like that kind of person? The hotel was an accident, you deserve it this time."

Cen Yue leaned lazily against the chair, the corners of his lips curved up in a meaningful arc: "Yes, I deserve it."

He looks so relaxed.

There shouldn't be any problem.

Song Yiyi lay back down with peace of mind and pulled Cen Yue aside to ask for some details.

According to Cen Yue's description.

Song Yiyi guessed that what he read was probably a biography of a character or a summary of a story.

The absence of Kang Ying does not mean that Kang Ying is not the heroine.

But if Cen Yue said that it is the real one.

That makes things complicated.

The Women's Federation was working, and Song Yiyi could have reported for the exam by herself, but Cen Yue insisted on accompanying her.

The office is also located in the building on the west side of the compound.

The director of the women's department was a lean and capable middle-aged woman named Wang Ling.

Even though I knew the relationship between Song Yiyi and Cen Yue.

Director Wang still assessed Song Yiyi.

Wang Ling asked, "Comrade Song, there's a family in our courtyard whose grandson has been sickly since birth. The grandfather wants to change his granddaughter's name to Wangdi."

"He said that many people in his village do this, and their grandchildren grow stronger and stronger."

Song Yiyi laughed when she heard it.

Wang Ling sighed helplessly, "The little girl is already ten years old and has her own ideas. She doesn't agree at all and has come to our Women's Federation for help. Comrade Song, if this matter were left to you, what would you do?"

As the director of the women's department, Wang Ling has seen many strange and bizarre things.

But at first glance.

Still pissed off.

She personally visited the family and tried to persuade them, but the confused old man was stubborn and insisted on his own opinion.

If Wang Ling dared to bring this up with his son's work.

The old man fell down headfirst and lay on the ground groaning as if he was dying.

He also complained that the army was meddling too much, saying that they had the right to decide on their granddaughter's name.

If you interfere again and refuse to change, the old man will threaten you with death.

Song Yiyi blinked and said without hesitation, "That's easy. Just change the name if you want."

If you stop the old man from changing it.

If something really happens, no one can be held responsible.