Cen Yue came in just when she was spinning like a top.
"Have you counted them?"
When Song Yiyi heard his voice, she turned around to get the passbook and replied, "There's a ledger for the share money, so I won't count it."
The person who could be entrusted with the accounting by Cen Yue must be someone he trusts, so she doesn't have to worry about it.
Cen Yue came over, bringing with him a breath of fresh air.
Song Yiyi picked up the passbook and turned around, taking two steps back without leaving a trace, putting some distance between them. "I'll return this to you. I'll take the gift money."
Before the wedding banquet, Cen Yue said that all the money for the gift would belong to her, and she had no intention of being polite.
But as for the betrothal gift, Cen Yue mostly did it to reassure his elders.
Song Yiyi appreciated this kindness.
But you can't take this money.
It's not that she is so noble that she is not tempted by money.
But she knew in her heart that things that cannot be seen are often the most valuable.
Song Yiyi will not sell herself just because she can become a millionaire.
Seeing what she was holding, Cen Yue's eyes darkened a little, and he curled his lips lazily and said, "Okay."
Song Yiyi just breathed a sigh of relief.
I just listened to him talking nonsense in a serious tone: "You like to distance yourself so much. When you go back to your parents' home tomorrow, I'll have someone carry back all the dowry your brother sent."
Song Yiyi was silent.
Gu Chengze gave her something, and if she returned it, it would be a slap in the face.
Can the two be compared?
Song Yiyi raised her eyes and met Cen Yue's gaze.
She walked quickly to Cen Yue and extended her hand.
“Bang!”
Cen Yue stood there in astonishment, seemingly unable to react at all.
Song Yiyi just... hit him on the mouth?!
"you..."
Song Yiyi wasn't afraid at all. She stared straight at Cen Yue and said firmly, "Cen Yue, if you want me to accept the passbook, just say, 'I want to give it to you, it's yours after I give it to you' or even 'You want what your brother gave you, why don't you want mine?'"
"You can ask questions and I will answer them. You can express your dissatisfaction and we can communicate properly, but you are not allowed to be sarcastic."
After she finished speaking, she squatted down and put the passbook into the box.
Song Yiyi didn't use much force when she hit Cen Yue.
She actually doesn’t dare!
But she does not regret her actions.
After all, she had to continue to get along with Cen Yue, and she couldn't stand Cen Yue's temperament of not speaking directly and always being roundabout.
If people always have to guess when getting along with each other, they will get tired sooner or later.
Speak nicely.
It was her mother who taught her the most important thing in interpersonal relationships.
Song Yiyi put the boxes away in silence, then stood up and walked over to Cen Yue. She looked at him seriously and said, "I'll put the things away. If you need them, come to me."
"Also, I need you to help me calculate the amount of the dowry my brother gave me. I will slowly return it to him when I have the chance."
Song Yiyi has her own considerations.
The money Gu Chengze earned was all earned from completing missions and working hard.
Anyway, he bought practical things that she needed.
When he needs it in the future, she will buy it for him whenever she has the chance.
Song Yiyi has always felt that even among family members, it is not the case that one party always gives while the other party just enjoys with a clear conscience.
Emotional value and monetary value always have to be given to each other.
Cen Yue remained silent and stood there motionless.
Song Yiyi felt increasingly uneasy.
She secretly glanced at Cen Yue and found that there was no warmth between his eyebrows.
"I..." Song Yiyi racked her brains and softened her tone, "I'm also worried that you'll be broke after you get married. I feel bad for you going hungry. After all, you're a leader and you always have money to spend. If your pockets are cleaner than your face, how will those people look at you? You... understand, right?"
Song Yiyi steeled herself and thrust her face in front of Cen Yue. She closed her eyes and said, "If you really can't swallow this, then you can hit me too."
She waited two seconds.
Cen Yue finally spoke, "Well, I don't want the passbook. It's yours if I give it to you. I have no money, so you support me."
It was clearly a humble remark, but coming out of his mouth, it had a condescending feel.
It seemed that it was Song Yiyi's blessing that Cen Yue was willing to let her raise him.
Song Yiyi was about to agree.
It's his own money anyway.
Suddenly remembering something, she changed her words: "Why should I support you?"
She imitated Cen Yue's tone.
Try to make your expression closer to his.
This is what Cen Yue said to Song Yiyi at the social gathering.
She now returns it to him intact.
The boomerang hit Cen Yue, but he didn't get angry but laughed instead, his eyes falling on Song Yiyi's rosy lips.
"You hit me, I can't just take it, so..."
Without waiting for Song Yiyi to react, Cen Yue leaned over and touched her lips lightly.
The cool and soft touch disappears in an instant.
Too fast to react.
But it is extremely clear.
The air was stagnant for a moment.
Song Yiyi blinked blankly and even forgot to breathe.
he...
No, how did things get to this point?!
Could Cen Yue be the legendary "slap him, and he'll think you're flirting with him" type of person?!
Before Song Yiyi could react, Cen Yue had already walked to the other side of the bed.
He lay down properly and calmly said something shocking: "I sell myself to you, please consider supporting me."
Song Yiyi's mind was in a mess.
She still responded subconsciously: "Okay, I'll think about it."
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