Song Yiyi never wastes time on internal affairs.
She thought for a moment and then turned and walked towards the gate of the compound.
Song Yiyi didn't bring any lunch today. She was still thinking about what excuse to make to get past the checkpoint at the door.
From a distance, I saw three or four people standing at the gate of the military area.
The tallest and most beautiful one among them was obviously her target.
She trotted a few steps and soon arrived not far away from the few people.
Cen Yue was talking to the others, and his face with three-dimensional bones looked particularly pleasing to the eye at this moment.
Song Yiyi did not disturb him, but just stood aside and waited quietly.
There was a living person standing next to him, staring at him with an eager look like a dog looking at a bone. Cen Yue quickly turned his head.
The people around him looked at Song Yiyi.
Song Yiyi was not shy either, and smiled at Cen Yue very attentively.
Cen Yue didn't react much, his model face still looked cold and distant.
Song Yiyi watched him open his thin lips and say something to the people next to him, and those people left quickly.
As soon as they left, Cen Yue looked at Song Yiyi with his dark eyes, and had no intention of coming over.
Song Yiyi didn't care. She trotted over and spoke in a soft voice, "Political Commissar Cen."
She did try to soften her voice, but her voice wasn't originally rough, so it didn't sound awkward.
Cen Yue's expression was cold and emotionless, "Your brother is not here."
Gu Chengze has been in a bad mood since returning to the army last night.
I also arranged a field training today and went out to lead the team for training.
Song Yiyi shook her head, her eyes curved with a smile: "I'm not looking for him, I'm looking for you, can we talk?"
Cen Yue glanced at her fair and slightly red cheeks, frowning slightly: "Go to my office."
The sun was so strong that Song Yiyi couldn't open her eyes. She walked where Cen Yue's shadow was.
However, the shadows were so short in the afternoon that Song Yiyi almost stepped on Cen Yue several times.
By the time she gave up resisting, she had arrived at the office.
During lunch break, the military area was so quiet that only the chirping of cicadas could be heard.
Song Yiyi sat at Cen Yue's office desk and stared at the glass of water for ten minutes.
Cen Yue didn't urge her and continued writing.
As soon as ten minutes were up, Song Yiyi raised her eyes and looked at Cen Yue's hand with slender finger bones.
She gritted her teeth and said, "Commissar Cen, will you marry me?"
“Crash!”
The pen in Cen Yue's hand tilted, leaving a long mark on the paper.
Song Yiyi blinked, her face full of eagerness: "Everyone says that you don't have a partner and you're not married. Do you want to get married? Do you think I can do it?"
The air seemed to have stopped flowing.
After Song Yiyi finished speaking, she waited anxiously for Cen Yue to announce the verdict.
She thought of many possibilities and estimated that Cen Yue probably wouldn't hit a woman before she said it.
But she was still prepared to run away at any time.
A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, let alone she is not a gentleman, she is a woman.
Cen Yue raised his eyelids lazily and looked over.
After a moment, he slowly pulled the corners of his lips, "Reason."
The air began to circulate again.
Song Yiyi exhaled, looked up and said, "I want to stay in the compound."
Cen Yue looked straight at her.
Song Yiyi continued, "I also want to quell the rumors outside, about...my brother and me. Didn't you promise to give me a job? I can give it up and replace it with...you."
She spoke softer and softer, the last word almost a whisper.
A low laugh escaped from overhead.
Song Yiyi raised her eyes and found Cen Yue standing in front of her without her knowing when.
His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, "Trade me for a job?"
Cen Yue was tall to begin with, and now that she was sitting, he was standing there, enveloped in a powerful aura, feeling extremely oppressive.
Song Yiyi pretended to be calm, "To be precise, it's an equal exchange."
Cen Yue looked interested, "Hmm?"
Song Yiyi silently moved the stool and waited until she was farther away from him before speaking: "Are your injuries feeling better?"
Cen Yue rested his hand on the table and raised his eyes when he heard the words: "Sister, your concern is really timely."
Song Yiyi actually wanted to say that she didn't care.
But at this time, she still didn't dare to speak out.
"Political Commissar Cen, you chose to stand on my brother's side that day, and you've already taken sides. So you won't ignore him, right?"
Song Yiyi spoke very tactfully.
But who is Cen Yue? How could he not understand what she is saying?
He punished Cen Bowen, helping her and Gu Chengze. To put it bluntly, he was supporting Gu Heng.
At that moment, he had already chosen to get involved in Gu Cen's dispute.
Cen Yue’s stance was what made Cen Anguo most angry.
Perhaps Cen Yue's starting point was just to ease the relationship, not to go against his father, but no one paid attention.
If Cen Anguo continues to attack Gu Chengze, Cen Yue will not be able to stand idly by.
Cen Yue's eyes suddenly turned cold.
Song Yiyi stood up from the stool and ran out almost instantly.
She hadn't run two steps when she felt a tightness on her arm.
When she came to her senses again, the office door closed in front of her and she was dragged backwards by Cen Yue.
Song Yiyi almost screamed, but she managed to hold it back at the critical moment.
There was no pain in my butt.
Song Yiyi looked down and saw that she had already sat back on the stool.
"Why are you running?" Cen Yue's low voice sounded slowly in his ears.
Song Yiyi's whole body stiffened, and she was about to break out in a cold sweat even in such a hot day.
"I talk too much, otherwise just pretend I've never been here. Don't worry, I'm very tight-lipped."
Song Yiyi closed her eyes and said in one breath: "No, I don't know anything. Yes, I just lost my mind."
Cen Yue was even more terrifying than she had expected.
Song Yiyi was not afraid of Cen Anguo because no matter what she said, Cen Anguo would not take the life of a small follower like her.
What Cen Anguo cares about is his rights.
Song Yiyi is not a threat.
But Cen Yue is different.
It felt like he was the type to strangle her if he got anxious.
Song Yiyi knew that Cen Yue was looking at her, and she felt inexplicably cold all over.
"Marry me?"
Cen Yue's cold voice sounded.
Song Yiyi slowly opened her eyes and found that Cen Yue had returned to his desk with an ambiguous curve at the corner of his lips.
Song Yiyi looked confused, but nodded mechanically.
Cen Yue smiled nonchalantly, "Sister, do you know what marriage means?"
Song Yiyi: “…”
Doesn’t getting married mean getting a marriage certificate?
Cen Yue asked himself and answered: "It means becoming husband and wife, eating together, sleeping together."
His expression was distracted and his voice was drawn out.
Song Yiyi's little brain worked quickly, and she finally came to a conclusion.
Cen Yue might not be willing.
So she thought about it, and tentatively asked, "If Political Commissar Cen doesn't want to, can we have a fake marriage? Don't worry, I won't do anything that goes against the rules! If you don't believe me, I can write a letter of guarantee and sign it!"
Cen Yue is so old and still unmarried like Gu Chengze. It is very likely that his situation is the same as Gu Chengze's, that is, he has someone in his heart.
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