Regret?!
That's impossible.
Song Yiyi immediately stood up and continued walking forward, walking with great vigor.
Passing by Cen Yue, he even pulled him up, "Hurry up, it will be time to get off work if you're any later!"
Gu Chengze chased out and saw the two people's receding backs from afar.
Song Yiyi hooked Cen Yue's arm and ran forward quickly.
The moment Gu Cheng saw Cen Yue, a sense of unease spread throughout his heart. He had no idea when Cen Yue and Song Yiyi had become so intimately acquainted.
After thinking about it, he shook his head and smiled softly, then turned and walked home.
It must be the aftereffect of his failed confession. Why is he so suspicious now?
Gu Cheng suppressed the strange emotion in his heart.
It is his sister's freedom to make friends with whomever she wants, and he has no right to interfere.
Getting the marriage certificate went more smoothly than Song Yiyi had imagined.
It’s more like a piece of paper than a certificate, and it looks like an award certificate.
There is no photo on it, only the names, gender and age of both parties.
At the top is a quote from the Chairman: "Times have changed, men and women are the same."
Song Yiyi laughed out loud at this sentence.
A hand reached out from behind and took the paper from her.
Song Yiyi turned around and said, "Don't you have one? Why are you stealing mine?"
Cen Yue's face was surprisingly calm.
Song Yiyi even suspected that he was heartbroken.
Is it so terrible to marry her? She felt a little guilty about this.
It's like robbing a decent woman and a man.
Cen Yue said nothing and quietly put away both marriage certificates.
Song Yiyi: “….”
This guy is really used to being a leader and he wants to confiscate everything he sees.
But she didn't need the two pieces of paper, so it was good that Cen Yue was willing to accept them, so that she wouldn't be careless and lose them one day.
"Let's go eat." Cen Yue said calmly, "I'm hungry."
Song Yiyi: “….”
Cen Yue took Song Yiyi to the state-owned restaurant, the same one where he met Gu Heng last time. He walked to the same seat and sat down.
After Song Yiyi sat down, he stood up and went to the window to order food and pay for the ticket.
Song Yiyi poured herself a cup of tea and drank it in one gulp. When Cen Yue came back and sat down, she asked, "Don't you need approval for your marriage? How come it's so fast?"
She has read at least eighty period novels, if not a hundred.
Everyone has to write an application and submit it to the higher authorities for approval. To become a military dependent, one must undergo a political review, and the fastest process takes at least ten days to half a month.
Cen Yue reached out, walked around Song Yiyi, took the kettle and poured water, "I was afraid that you would hide at home and cry secretly because of your brother's matter, so I could only go through the back door. So..."
Song Yiyi looked at him warily, "What?"
"This meal is on you."
Song Yiyi breathed a sigh of relief, but quickly frowned again. "We're already married, why are you still so stingy? I have to make it clear that I don't have a job and don't have much money. Maybe you'll have to help me out in the future."
She exchanged her job for Cen Yue, and she could continue to live in the compound, but she didn't have the ability to survive.
Although she knew that it was easy to make money by doing business in this era, Song Yiyi didn't want to do it.
She was asked to start with a small business and get up early and go to bed late every day.
Then she would rather not earn that money.
Song Yiyi's eyes rolled and she started to think about Song Minghui.
Her father is still young, so it's no problem for him to work in the school for a few more years.
Cai Mengjun and Song Minghui didn't have any children, so all the money would belong to her and Gu Chengze.
Gu Chengze has money from his job, and he might even look down on the old man's savings.
Song Yiyi planned to go back soon and call Song Minghui first to tell him about her marriage and ask him to send the dowry money.
My head hurts.
Cen Yue gave Song Yiyi a slap on the head.
Song Yiyi hissed, raised her eyes and glared at Cen Yue resentfully, "You hit me?"
Cen Yue stuffed the chopsticks into her hand and said, "Put away your little abacus and eat first."
In any case, Cen Yue's taste in food is quite similar to hers.
But she found that there were no green onions in any dish.
Song Yiyi thought of what happened before and asked casually, "Commander, why don't you eat onions? Don't you like them?"
It's normal that some people can't accept the taste of onions.
Cen Yue's expression remained calm. "I didn't like eating it when I was little. My old man forced me to eat noodles sprinkled with chopped green onions every three days. I got tired of it."
Song Yiyi paused what she was doing.
She didn't understand how Cen Yue could say such cruel words in such a casual tone.
There is something a little abnormal about Cen Anguo.
"Then your mother doesn't care about you?" Song Yiyi tilted her head and kindly used the serving chopsticks to put a piece of meat into Cen Yue's bowl.
After Cen Yue finished eating, he slowly said, "I don't have a mother."
Song Yiyi: "What a coincidence, I don't have one either."
She didn't ask any more questions about the Cen family.
If you ask again, you will talk too much.
After the two of them had their fill and left the state-owned restaurant, Song Yiyi pointed in the direction of home: "Back?"
Cen Yue nodded in the opposite direction with his chin and said, "To the department store."
Song Yiyi didn't ask him what he was going to do, she just treated it as digestion after dinner.
When he got there, Cen Yue went straight to a counter.
The salesperson saw Cen Yue and came over with a smile on his face, "Come to pick up something?"
Cen Yue nodded, "Yeah."
The salesperson bent down, took out a box from the bottom of the shelf, and handed it to Cen Yue.
Then he looked at Song Yiyi and said with a smile, "Is it for this female comrade?"
The salesperson lowered his gaze, looked at Song Yiyi's feet, and clapped his hands, "No need to try, it's guaranteed to fit!"
Cen Yue took her to another counter selling ready-made clothes, and the process was the same, very mysterious.
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