"Stop talking nonsense, I'm so sleepy. You sleep in my brother's room, and call me if you need anything at night."

She still overestimated herself.

When Song Yiyi opened her eyes again, the sun had already come out.

She got up from the bed, opened the door and rushed to Gu Chengze's bedroom.

Why hasn't Cen Yue made any noise all night?

There was a sound of duck calls in my head.

As soon as she reached the main room, Song Yiyi stopped abruptly.

She looked at Cen Yue, who was sitting at the table with a leisurely look on his face, and asked in surprise: "You're not here? Then why aren't you at work?"

Cen Yue's complexion had returned to normal.

It looks like it's gone.

Song Yiyi breathed a sigh of relief and held onto the wall to steady her heart which was about to jump out of her chest.

"Today is Sunday."

Song Yiyi slapped her forehead, a look of sudden enlightenment on her face: "Look at me, I don't know the suffering of life without going to work."

At the end of the meal last night, Cen Yue had a stomachache, so the two of them rushed out and fell asleep as soon as they came back.

Song Yiyi thought that when she woke up in the morning, the living room would be a mess.

Unexpectedly, the table looked brand new.

All the leftovers from last night were gone.

"Livestock? What is it?" Cen Yue asked.

Song Yiyi blinked.

It turns out that you can’t overwork yourself. Once you get tired, your brain will stop working.

She could only try to make excuses: "The cattle and horses that go to work are called mules, and the people who go to work are called animals..."

"I'm going to cook porridge!"

She ran away, leaving Cen Yue alone in deep thought.

After washing up, Song Yiyi went into the kitchen and found the porridge already warming on the stove. She scooped two bowls and brought them into the main room.

She sat face to face with Cen Yue.

Cen Yue asked, "Did anyone come to the clinic last night after I fell asleep?"

Song Yiyi answered truthfully: "Yes, your old man and your second brother who was slashed by you came to treat the wound."

She took a sip of porridge, put down the spoon, and gestured, "Your second brother covered his head and insisted that the military doctor look at his wound first. He almost knocked over your medicine. I refused and kicked him, and then your old man came in."

Cen Yue listened carefully, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

Song Yiyi continued, "Grandpa helped your second brother. I didn't let them succeed. I overturned the treatment tray and asked the doctor to give you an acupuncture first."

She looked proud and asked, "Well, I'm awesome, right?"

Song Yiyi waited for Cen Yue to praise her.

Cen Yue curled his lips, "Yeah, amazing, very amazing."

Double affirmation.

Song Yiyi smiled with satisfaction, sat back down and continued drinking porridge.

He also added: "But I lost money. After all, the things in the clinic are not wrong."

Thinking of the great unity that was far away from her, Song Yiyi felt a pang of pain in her heart.

Cen Yuetu didn't speak for a long time.

Song Yiyi raised her eyes to look at him and found that he was looking at her with a smile.

It was that look that could burn people.

Following the principle of speaking her mind, Song Yiyi asked, "Have you seen me before? Or did you fall in love with me at first sight?"

There are only these two possibilities.

Or...worship? Appreciation?

Cen Yue's eyes flickered slightly when he heard this, and he opened his thin lips slightly: "I..."

With a squeak.

The gate outside the courtyard was pushed open from the outside.

Then came a gentle voice mixed with a hint of excitement: "Slow down, come in, come in."

Song Yiyi and Cen Yue looked outside at the same time.

Make eye contact with the people outside.

"Yiyi."

Gu Chengze was standing behind him, with Song Hui, who looked exhausted, standing next to him.

In front of them were two women.

One is Cai Mengjun.

The other one was a strange girl with an oval face and a single ponytail.

The girl looked to be in her early twenties, with a slightly red face, and was wearing a white Dacron dress.

The temperament is dignified and beautiful.

At this moment, Cai Mengjun was holding her arm with one hand, his face full of concern——