As she spoke, she took two deliberately crooked steps and said, "Look, my legs are still weak. Cen Yue is too torturous. I didn't sleep well last night."
She wanted to say that her legs were sore from riding a bike and that made her sleep poor.
But the subject is ignored.
Before Song Minghui and Cai Mengjun could say anything, Cen Yue quickly walked up to her and nudged her arm seemingly casually.
Song Yiyi frowned, "What?"
Cen Yue looked at her thoughtfully, then turned around and went in.
The back figure looked a little flustered.
Song Minghui and Cai Mengjun looked at each other, both of them had the understanding of experienced people in their eyes.
Song Minghui faked a cough and said, "This kid, how can he still be so outspoken? Go home, go home!"
Song Yiyi: “…”
It’s a pity to be silent!
It’s absolutely a loss!
It's no wonder that Cen Yue is the political commissar. He is very scheming!
Her legs were weak because Cen Yue, who was like Zhou Paopi, abused her!!!
It’s because of riding a bike! Riding a bike with Cen Yue!
Song Yiyi roared in her heart and tried to explain, but no one listened to her.
Song Minghui was only busy discussing with Cen Yue what kind of tea was delicious, and with Cai Mengjun what dishes were prepared for the day, and he was very concerned about Cen Yue's well-being.
Even caring about him being tired! No! Tired!
Gu Chengze finally got back by lunch time.
When Song Yiyi saw him, she rushed over as if she saw a savior, "Brother!"
Gu Cheng smiled and rubbed the top of her head blatantly, "You rode the bike for so long yesterday, are your legs sore?"
Damn muscle memory.
Song Yiyi waited until Gu Chengze lowered his hands, then her heart skipped a beat and she turned to look at Cen Yue.
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