She didn't want to stand anymore.
Cen Bowen was talking non-stop, and as he spoke he noticed that his uncle's gaze was always on his side.
He turned his head and saw no one.
"Where's Yiyi?"
Then look down again.
Wow!
When did she squat?
Cen Bowen hurriedly went to pull her, "Uncle, Yiyi is not feeling well. She fainted just now..."
Song Yiyi squatted on the ground without moving, raised her head and glanced at the desk.
The man was also looking at her.
His dark eyes were bottomless, and he exuded an elegant and cold temperament.
Only then did Song Yiyi see his face clearly.
Standard three-part and five-eye features, with deep facial contours.
But his handsome eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his expression was indifferent and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry, and his whole aura was cold and distant.
Is this really someone who does political and ideological work?
"Bowen, there's a stool over there."
Cen Yue withdrew his gaze and stood up from the stool.
When Cen Bowen heard this, he hurried to find a stool nearby, and did not forget to tell Song Yiyi: "Don't move yet, I'll go move the stool."
He was afraid that Song Yiyi would faint again as soon as she stood up.
The sounds of footsteps and water pouring could be heard in the small room.
Song Yiyi didn't listen to Cen Bowen. When Cen Bowen brought a stool over, she stood up effortlessly and sat down.
As soon as I sat down, a cup appeared in front of me.
The hands holding the water cup were long and slender, but there was a very obvious tooth mark at the base of the thumb.
Like a scar from an old injury.
Something flashed through Song Yiyi's mind, and she inexplicably felt that the scar was very familiar, as if... she had seen it somewhere.
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