Song Yiyi was just about to speak.
Cen Yue came in.
She looked up and almost dropped her jaw in shock.
Although she had seen Cen Yue without a shirt, that was outside and when he was being whipped.
There were many people around at that time, and my mind was elsewhere.
Cen Yue might have just finished taking a shower, and Song Yiyi saw the water droplets hanging on his abdominal muscles at a glance!
But he walked towards her as if nothing had happened.
Song Yiyi jumped up subconsciously, "You...you..."
She couldn't speak clearly and couldn't move her eyes away.
The impact is even greater when viewed up close, with the broad shoulders, narrow waist, and muscular abdomen.
It reminded her of the time at the training ground.
I immediately made a comparison in my mind.
Cen Yue and Gu Chengze are not only similar in height, but also in body shape!
It's simply the best in the world.
The water droplets slid down as Cen Yue walked, disappearing into an invisible place.
Song Yiyi looked very awkward.
But his eyes were very presumptuous.
Cen Yue looked calm as usual. He walked up to her, extended his hand, and then quickly stepped away.
There was an extra towel in his hand. He glanced at her calmly and asked, "What's wrong?"
Cen Yue didn't wait for her to answer. He turned around as if nothing had happened, opened the cabinet, took out a short-sleeved shirt and put it on.
Song Yiyi: “…”
Hello!
She closed her eyes in hopeless disappointment.
I thought Cen Yue was planning to seduce her with his body!
Narcissism is a disease and must be changed.
What do you think?
Song Yiyi frowned, walked to Cen Yue in three or two steps, and lifted up his clothes with her hand.
Cen Yue froze while wiping his hair, and this time it was his turn to stutter: "You...you..."
Before he could make a move, Song Yiyi said coldly, "Behave yourself!"
Her eyes fell on the crisscrossing scars on Cen Yue's back.
My heart tightened.
Looking closely, the wounds vary in depth, and some are even more severe.
Just looking at it, you can imagine the skin and flesh being torn apart.
She raised her hand and touched it.
Cen Yue's whole body was tense, not daring to move.
Song Yiyi didn't care about Cen Yue's feelings at all, she just moved closer little by little.
It can be seen that some are whip wounds and some are knife wounds.
The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Cen Yue endured it again and again, and even breathed lightly.
When he couldn't help but want to speak, he heard a low sigh behind him.
Song Yiyi muttered to herself, "What a waste! How inhumane! How shameless! How devoid of conscience!"
She knew that most of these wounds were caused by Cen Anguo.
It’s amazing how many scars can be left on a person’s body after being a soldier.
She doesn't believe it.
Song Yiyi thought of the thin scars on Cen Yue's wrists. Cen Anguo had beaten Cen Yue, but he also tied him up?!
This world is really enough. How can anyone be a parent?
Song Yiyi clenched her fists and turned to walk out.
Cen Yue quickly asked, "What are you going to do?"
Song Yiyi didn't even turn her head and threw out two words: "Take a shower!"
The tone was gnashing of teeth.
It was like he was trying hard to suppress his anger.
After coming back, turning off the lights and going to bed, Song Yiyi was unusually silent.
Cen Yue leaned over, looked at her in the dim light that filtered through the gap in the curtains, and asked, "Yiyi, aren't you curious why they quarreled so loudly during the day?"
They left halfway through eating the melon. According to Song Yiyi's usual personality, she would definitely get to the bottom of it.
But she didn't mention it after she came back.
Song Yiyi answered without thinking: "Your niece-in-law was playing tricks, and your stupid nephew found out."
Cen Bowen is really slow to realize things.
Even such an obvious thing had to be told to him by Chen Xier.
Forget about the male protagonist with the least presence in history.
The IQ is still so low.
And you want it all.
Cen Yue moved closer to her and asked with interest, "What method?"
Song Yiyi blinked, and her mood, which had been disturbed by the notebook, improved.
It turns out there is something that Cen Yue doesn’t know.
But it’s not his fault that he is slow. It’s because she has a God’s perspective that she guessed it earlier than Cen Yue.
In the original book, this medicine was used on both the original owner and Cen Bowen.
The book doesn't specify who gave the medicine.
But everyone guessed it was the original owner, because it is obvious that only those who benefit will resort to tricks.
Cen Bowen also felt so.
But he still married the original owner.
The person who drugged him probably didn't expect that Cen Bowen would be willing to marry a woman who used such tricks.
Song Yiyi came in and found that in addition to the different angles, many facts were inconsistent with the book.
The book also writes that after the original owner married Cen Bowen, she would often go back to her parents' home and even get money from them.
It’s okay to go home, but how can I get the money?
Among Song Minghui, Cai Mengjun and Gu Chengze, which one of them would ask her for money?
Who would want her money?
Including Cen Bowen, Cen Laoer is a businessman himself.
The family is clearly not short of money.
Why would he need to take the risk and partner with Kang Ying?
So she made a judgment at that time that the medicine was either given by Cen Bowen or Kang Ying.
Sure enough, it was verified that day.
Cen Bowen is really stupid.
The only one who is playing tricks is the heroine Kang Ying.
Song Yiyi turned sideways, lying face to face with Cen Yue, one hand under her head, and said in a light tone: "Guess first."
Cen Yue actually pretended to think, "Put the blame on others? Force them? Cry, make a scene, and then hang yourself?"
Song Yiyi curled her lips and patiently guided: "If you were Kang Ying and you wanted to marry Cen Bowen, what would be the quickest way?"
In the darkness, Cen Yue's eyes flickered slightly.
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