I really regret not spitting in Cen Yue’s rice!

Having said that, Song Yiyi still followed Cen Yue into the military area.

On the way to the office, the two passed by the training ground, and Song Yiyi's irritable mood was calmed down immediately.

Maybe because the weather is getting hotter, the training ground is full of shirtless soldiers.

Song Yiyi's eyes lit up, and she slowed down her pace as she followed Cen Yue.

Those eight-pack abs.

That body of tendon meat.

That mermaid line.

The power that erupted could be seen with the naked eye.

These are all natural and harmless bodies, not the fake muscles fed with protein powder in later generations.

Song Yiyi couldn't help but take a few more glances.

After a quick scan, Song Yiyi finally paid attention to the face.

Strangely enough, she found Gu Chengze in the crowd at first sight.

Song Yiyi pursed her lips, a strange feeling rising in her heart. This feeling made her heart beat faster unconsciously.

On weekdays, Gu Cheng appears to be a gentle and modest gentleman.

But in fact, his figure is in stark contrast to his harmless face.

Song Yiyi stared at Gu Chengze, but before she could move her eyes down, a green wall appeared in front of her.

Cen Yue's voice was cold and deep: "It's a good match!"

That's not what I said to her.

Song Yiyi wanted to take another look, but she found that Cen Yue stood in front of her and she was covered tightly.

Everyone on the field reacted quickly, and soon they heard the sound of orderly footsteps.

Then came Cen Yue's cold voice: "Disband right here!"

"Yiyi."

Gu Chengze made a sound.

Song Yiyi quickly poked her head out from behind Cen Yue, "Brother!"

Gu Chengze had put on a military green short-sleeved shirt without knowing when.

Song Yiyi sighed inwardly, her eyes dimming considerably. "Here, I'll bring you lunch."

She spoke weakly, "There's also a copy for Political Commissar Cen. I'm going back first."

As soon as she turned around, she was stopped: "Wait."

Song Yiyi turned around.

Cen Yue glanced at her calmly and said, "I have something to ask you."

The three of them went to the regiment office together.

This time, it was Cen Yue who poured her a cup of tea again.

Gu Cheng took out two lunch boxes from the cloth bag and asked curiously, "Yiyi, you haven't eaten either?"

Song Yiyi took a look and nodded in Cen Yue's direction with her chin, "Mom asked me to bring that big box to Political Commissar Cen."

Gu Cheng opened it and called to Cen Yue, "Old Cen, come and eat with us. My mother remembers that you don't eat onions. I guess your portion is the celery and meat filling."

Cai Mengjun could specifically remind her sister, that must be because she remembered Cen Yue's taboos.

After Gu Cheng finished speaking, he looked at Song Yiyi.

Song Yiyi found a stool in a familiar manner, propped up her face with one hand, and nodded listlessly.

She had hinted to Cen Yue several times with her eyes - ask whatever you want to ask quickly, and she would go back after asking!

But Cen Yue couldn't receive it.

Song Yiyi didn't want to interrupt others while they were eating. After all, for her, eating was the most important thing.

Without the beautiful body to look at, Song Yiyi didn't want to stay here at all.

The two of them were eating, and Song Yiyi watched them eat boredly.

Gu Chengze still wanted to feed Song Yiyi.

She waved her hand and said, "No, I'm full at home."

Gu Chengze suddenly remembered and said self-deprecatingly: "Look at me, I'm really old."

Cen Yue raised his eyelids.

Gu Cheng smiled and said, "Yiyi doesn't like meat dumplings. When I was at home, I always made pumpkin and egg dumplings for her."

Cen Yue raised the corners of his lips in an ambiguous arc, "Don't you like meat?"

Gu Cheng shook his head, "No, she just doesn't like meat in her dumplings."

Cen Yue had already put down his chopsticks and slowly picked up the purple clay thermos cup on the table. "My sister is quite unique."