Besides, there is no need for that. I've already got the certificate, so isn't that enough?

She has to take the trouble to host a banquet and have others eat and drink. If she has that time, she might as well just sleep at home.

Cen Yue was not surprised, he just said: "If I don't do it, your brother will beat me up again."

There was a hint of resentment in his tone.

Song Yiyi inexplicably thought of the bullied young wife.

It was somewhat unbelievable that these words came out of the cold mouth of Cen Yue.

She burst out laughing, "Then let him beat him up a couple more times, maybe his anger will subside."

Cen Yue gave her a cold look and asked, "Really not going to do it?"

"Is there anything wrong?"

Song Yiyi screwed on the ointment cap, took a basin of water and slowly washed her hands.

Cen Yue stood up and walked to her side.

Slowly put your hand into the water.

The enamel basin was originally quite large, but it felt a little cramped when he put his hand in it.

Song Yiyi glanced at Cen Yue and said, "I have ointment on my hands, and the water is dirty."

Cen Yue ignored her and said calmly, "You can collect money for the banquet."

This reason really touched Song Yiyi's heart.

She began to waver.

After thinking for a moment, he looked up at the handsome face so close to him and said, "I don't have any friends. Even if I collect money, it's all for you."

Is Cen Yue willing to marry her?

If he is willing, Song Yiyi would really like to consider it.

"But will your old man let you do it?" Song Yiyi asked the most realistic question.

Cen Yue and Gu Heng slapped Cen Anguo in the face at the social gathering.

Cen Anguo didn't like Cen Yue in the first place.

If he knew that Cen Yue still wanted to hold a grand wedding banquet, he would probably find a way to stop him.

Cen Yue lowered his eyelashes, the dim light in the main room shone on his thick eyelashes, and his expression was a little lonely.

Song Yiyi bumped into him and asked, "Are you sad?"

I didn't expect that Cen Yue would be sad because of Cen Anguo.

Even when Cen Anguo was so angry at the social gathering, he didn't even blink.

Cen Yue raised his eyes and said, "All the money collected from the banquet will belong to you. Please help me."

Song Yiyi: "What do you want to help with?"

"I want to have a sensational banquet to let him know that I am better off without him."

Cen Yue has a deep and magnetic voice.

If you ignore the content, Song Yiyi likes this kind of sound very much.

But...why does it sound a bit...childish?

Just a few days.

Song Yiyi repeatedly reviewed her previous stereotype of Cen Yue.

She had thought that Cen Yue was a cold and aloof man, the kind who spoke little, was steady, and always looked at people out of the corner of his eyes.

At the moment, it doesn't look like that.

Song Yiyi picked up the towel and wiped her hands, "Let me think about it."

Of course money is needed.

But she still subconsciously wanted to consider Gu Chengze's feelings.

Knowing that the person you like is getting married is different from watching the person you like marry someone else and toasting with the guests along with others.

Then I wish them a different feeling of being together for the rest of their lives.

This is tantamount to secondary damage.

If you lose money, you can earn it again. If you really don’t want to, it doesn’t matter if you spend less.

Anyway, Song Yiyi doesn't have much desire for other things except food.

Cen Yue didn't force her anymore.

He snatched the towel from Song Yiyi and wiped his hands slowly.

Song Yiyi's eyes fell on his hand, a hint of gossip flashed in her eyes, "Commander, how did you get this scar on your hand?"

The shape is obviously a bite mark.

Song Yiyi had been surprised several times, but they were not familiar with each other before and she didn't bother to ask.

It takes a lot of strength to leave a scar. There must be a story behind it!

In addition to the bite mark on the tiger's mouth, there was also a mark on Cen Yue's wrist, which was obviously left by being tied with a rope.

Hearing this, Cen Yue sat down on the stool slowly and curled the corners of his lips.