"Yiyi, answer it quickly."
Cen Bowen stood aside, looking at Song Yiyi in a daze, and hurriedly reminded her.
Song Yiyi then took the cup of water and looked up at Cen Yue: "Thank you."
She picked it up and took a sip. It tasted sweet, it was sugar water.
Cen Yue quickly sat back down behind his desk, slowly rolling up his sleeves as he asked Cen Bowen, "What are you going to do?"
Whatever the truth, the impact has been made.
The group will naturally not allow such rumors that undermine the atmosphere to continue to spread.
Cen Bowen also knew it in his heart.
He clenched his fists, as if to encourage himself, and reported loudly: "Report to the political commissar! This matter started because of me. I have made up my mind. I want to establish a deeper revolutionary friendship with Comrade Song Yiyi! I want to marry her!"
Song Yiyi's eardrums were hurt by Cen Bowen's shock, and she couldn't help but glance at him.
Cen Yue didn't react much, his face remained calm. "Is this your solution to the problem? Have you discussed this with Comrade Song? Have you discussed it with her family?"
Cen Bowen instantly regained his playful smile: "It's not too late yet. Isn't my brother on a mission and hasn't come back yet?"
Cen Bowen found the name "Big Brother" very easy to use and was extremely shameless.
He smiled and glanced at Song Yiyi, then continued, "I've already told Yiyi that I'll propose marriage when Big Brother comes back! As for my family, I'll take Yiyi home to send a telegram later."
Song Yiyi sat beside him and drank water attentively.
It's not that she doesn't have ideas.
But now things are still developing according to the plot of the original book. She didn't say a word from beginning to end. It was all Cen Bowen's wishful thinking.
She wanted to stay out of it, but some people were unhappy.
After Cen Bowen finished speaking, Cen Yue said nothing. He placed his hands on the desk, rubbing the scar on his knuckles intentionally or unintentionally.
When his sleeves were rolled up, the thin scar on his wrist was revealed.
After a while, he said indifferently, "Comrade Song, what do you think?"
The atmosphere in the office seemed to become tense.
Song Yiyi raised her head cautiously, looked at Cen Bowen with the most innocent eyes, and reached out to tug at the corner of his clothes.
Cen Bowen lowered his head and comforted her softly, "It's okay, just say what you think."
Her well-behaved look made Cen Bowen feel itchy in his heart.
He couldn't help but say to Cen Yue, "Uncle, Yiyi is timid. If you're too serious, she'll be scared. Otherwise, I'll take her away first. Don't worry, I'll definitely give an explanation to the team about this matter!"
The office was silent for a few seconds.
Song Yiyi didn't look up. She only heard a soft tapping on the table, followed by a clear, magnetic voice: "Bowen, you go out first. Comrade Song's wishes must be heard by her."
Cen Bowen wanted to say a few more words to help Song Yiyi, but when he saw his uncle's cold face, he felt a little scared.
He pursed his lips, smiled awkwardly and comforted: "Yiyi, I'll wait for you outside. Just answer whatever your uncle asks. Don't be afraid."
After saying that, Cen Bowen quickly went out.
The posture looked like he was fleeing in panic.
Cen Bowen closed the office door from the outside, and the office suddenly became quiet.
Song Yiyi lowered her eyes and waited for a while.
The man opposite her didn't make any sound, so she looked up reluctantly, "Chief, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first?"
She was more or less impatient.
She wanted to pretend to be as obedient as the original owner, but because she was used to being domineering in the past, some flaws would eventually be revealed.
Cen Yue stared at her intently, his narrow eyes slightly narrowed: "Your elder brother has been gone for a month, don't you want to know how he's doing?"
He opened the drawer and placed a letter on the table.
Big brother? Gu Chengze?
Song Yiyi blinked, stood up and walked over, without even looking at it, folded the envelope and put it in her pocket.
"Thank you, Chief."
She just accepted the letter and didn't ask any other questions.
A different emotion flashed across Cen Yue's eyes, but it was fleeting.
"Comrade Song, there's no need to rush into your marriage with Bowen. Don't make a rash decision."
Cen Yue's voice was gentle, "I've already called his family. Bowen's mother will be here in two days. Do you need me to notify your parents?"
Song Yiyi lowered her eyelashes. After hearing the first sentence, she thought that Cen Yue, as the political commissar, would be fair and just and respect her choice.
After hearing the second half of the sentence, I knew she was overthinking it.
In the original book, the name Cen Yue also appeared when the original body died.
When the original body married Cen Bowen.
All in the name of the elders.
The marriage approval required Cen Yue’s signature. When Cen Bowen submitted the application for the first time, there was no progress for several days.
Everyone in the Cen family initially felt that the original body was not worthy of Cen Bowen.
Cen Yue must have been the same, which was why he was so impatient to call and inform.
"Sir, whether his mother is here or not will not affect my decision."
Song Yiyi frowned unhappily: "Whether or not Cen Bowen and I get married depends on him and me."
She spoke softly, but her tone was more resolute than ever before.
Their eyes met, and Song Yiyi saw a hint of smile in Cen Yue's eyes.
She thought she was seeing things.
I looked for a few more seconds and realized it wasn't there.
Is it a mockery?
Song Yiyi was furious and opened her mouth to explain, but her stomach gave in first.
"Gugugugu..."
My hungry stomach protested.
Song Yiyi: “….”
Before even going into battle, the momentum was already lost.
The corners of Cen Yue's lips curled upwards. He picked up the aluminum lunch boxes on the table, opened them one by one, and pushed them towards Song Yiyi. "Okay, I got it. Haven't you had lunch yet? You're giving the braised pork to someone else after it's ready. Don't you even see if anyone appreciates your kindness?"
Song Yiyi became more and more suspicious about how Cen Yue became the leader.
If he does ideological work in this way, even a harmless person can be driven into trouble.
"Commander, is Cen Bowen your nephew? Aren't you afraid of saying that? I'll break up with Cen Bowen as soon as I leave."
Song Yiyi was talking, but her eyes were wandering around the things lined up in front of her.
The food is still steaming.
The aroma of corn, carrot and pork ribs soup kept drilling into my nose.
In addition to the soup, there are two other dishes, steamed pork with rice flour and steamed egg with clams.
People were not well off in those days, and such meals were a treatment only for leaders.
Cen Yue slowly took out the chopsticks and spoon, scalded them with boiling water before handing them to Song Yiyi.
"I couldn't ask for more."
He uttered four words slowly.
I know that people with the surname Cen all have one leg.
When Song Yiyi is hungry, everything else takes a back seat.
She took the chopsticks and spoon and started eating without hesitation.
After taking a sip of the sweet and delicious pork rib soup, my empty stomach instantly felt much more comfortable.
Cen Yue sat opposite her, with a subtle curve at the corner of his lips. The words he said almost made Song Yiyi spit a mouthful of steamed egg on his face.
"Marrying Cen Bowen will make you forget your feelings for your eldest brother?"
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