The crisp air felt strangely familiar.
Song Yiyi resisted subconsciously, thinking she had encountered a gangster, and raised her legs to attack the man's lower body.
"Don't move."
A deep and magnetic voice sounded in her ears.
The man grabbed Song Yiyi's raised knee and pushed her against the wall.
During this period of time, Song Yiyi raised her eyes and saw the man clearly.
It’s Cen Yue, Cen Bowen’s uncle who is the political commissar.
Song Yiyi was trapped between the wall and the crowd. Cen Yue covered her mouth with one hand and pressed down one of her legs with the other.
In broad daylight, this posture is as weird as it can be.
Cen Yue turned his head to look outside the alley, his face cold and solemn.
Song Yiyi has mild face blindness.
Generally speaking, she cannot remember people within three faces unless they are particularly distinctive.
But Cen Yue was not among these people.
After all, his face, height and body shape are very outstanding in later generations.
Song Yiyi hummed twice and glared at Cen Yue with a warning look.
He tilted his head, and the teeth marks on his neck were faintly visible.
Cen Yue quickly turned around, lowered his eyelashes and whispered, "Don't shout, carry out the mission."
Carry out the mission?
For Song Yiyi, such sentences were too unfamiliar.
But soon, she reacted.
Cen Yue was wearing casual clothes and looked alert, as if he was guarding against someone, or perhaps waiting for someone.
She has never seen a pig run, but she has eaten pork.
I guess this is the characteristic of this era.
Song Yiyi tried hard to adjust her mood and looked at Cen Yue with what she thought was the most innocent and clear eyes, trying to awaken a little bit of his conscience.
She nodded at Cen Yue.
Sure enough, when Cen Yue saw her like that, he slowly released his hand that was covering her mouth.
Song Yiyi whispered, "Commander, please let me go first."
Cen Yue raised his eyebrows, his eyes probing, "What are you going to do?"
"I'm running."
Song Yiyi said in a low voice: "Don't worry, Commander. I won't look back. I will run straight away, like a 100-meter sprint."
These days, if you want to catch a spy on the street, you might have to use knives and guns.
Song Yiyi cherishes her life very much, not to mention that this is a second borrowed life.
Cen Yue's grip on her hand did not decrease at all.
"You can't run away, Comrade Song Yiyi, I'm sorry."
As he was speaking, footsteps were heard at the entrance of the alley.
Cen Yue suddenly approached Song Yiyi and moved closer to her with his head lowered.
"It's this alley. I saw someone running in!"
A fierce male voice was heard, and Song Yiyi's legs went weak, and Cen Yue held her waist and pulled her back.
His lips brushed Song Yiyi's cheek and landed on her fair neck, "Cooperate with me."
The arrow is on the string and must be shot.
Song Yiyi put her arms around Cen Yue's neck without thinking.
The footsteps at the entrance of the alley stopped, and Song Yiyi's eyes met those of several ferocious-looking men.
She seemed to be frightened and screamed and rushed into Cen Yue's arms, "Ah!"
Song Yiyi's scream was so shocking that the birds at the intersection flapped their wings and flew away.
Several men also stopped.
They stared at each other for a few seconds, then looked at the leading man at the same time.
It is really rare to see such an exciting scene in broad daylight.
A tall man was entangled with a good-looking woman, and the man's hands were restlessly placed on the woman.
That leg.
Tsk tsk, it’s too disgusting to watch.
If we catch these two hooligans and take them away, they will be eaten like peanuts.
Cen Yue seemed to have just reacted. He carefully held Song Yiyi in his arms and turned his head to look coldly at the people at the alley entrance.
"roll."
His eyes were cold and his aura was terrifying.
The leading man met Cen Yue's gaze and felt a chill in his heart.
Hearing this, several men's hands reached for their waists, and the atmosphere became tense.
"Brother, it's not him. He's a fat guy, not that tall."
The younger brother beside the leading man quickly reported, "Let's follow this alley, he must be inside!"
After a few whooshing sounds, Song Yiyi was held in Cen Yue's arms, and only felt a gust of wind passing by her.
Then, there was a long silence.
Song Yiyi waited for a while, and when she was sure there was no movement, she opened her eyes cautiously.
Only then did she realize that Cen Yue had taken two steps back and was standing opposite her with a half-smile and an amused look on his face.
Song Yiyi's neck stiffened. "What are you looking at?"
Cen Yue slowly pulled up the corners of his lips and said in a steady voice: "Comrade Song Yiyi, thank you. Your reaction ability is good."
At first glance, this sounds like a compliment.
But Song Yiyi always felt that it was not that simple. When it came out of Cen Yue's mouth, there was always a hint of mockery.
"It's okay, I'm leaving."
Song Yiyi had watched too many TV dramas and always felt that the group of people just now might turn around and come back at any time.
Cen Yue was performing official duties, so naturally he had no time and no obligation to explain what had just happened to her.
She clapped her hands and patted her clothes.
Especially the place where Cen Yue had grabbed it.
Song Yiyi turned around and tried to leave, but Cen Yue's low, playful voice rang out again: "Song Yiyi..."
As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, he saw Song Yiyi rushing towards him.
She grabbed Cen Yue's collar, pulled him down, and tiptoed closer.
There was a softening of the lips.
Cen Yue lowered his eyes and saw Song Yiyi with her eyes closed and her long eyelashes trembling gently.
A burst of whistles and laughter came from the other end of the alley.
"You haven't finished making out yet? That's so disgusting."
"Haha, do you have to be so exciting? Brother, you are so lucky."
"Still poor? Go over there and take a look!"
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