He raised his eyelids and glanced at Song Yiyi, his aura so powerful that it made people tremble.
Song Yiyi blinked slowly and muttered, "Aren't we... already married?"
She really didn't understand why Cen Yue was so obsessed with holding a banquet.
Song Yiyi knew a little bit that people of this generation seemed to attach more importance to wedding banquets than marriage certificates.
In some places, people even believe that holding a wedding banquet means getting married.
But these words sounded strange coming from Cen Yue's mouth, and for some reason she thought of them in the wrong way.
She licked her lips and spoke carefully, "Commander, you want to hold a banquet so much, is it simply to piss off your old man, or is it because of me?"
Song Yiyi sometimes felt that Cen Yue was strange.
According to the description in the book, he should be the helper of the male and female protagonists.
Even if the direction of things has changed now, Song Yiyi will not be narcissistic and think that it is all her credit.
She would occasionally wonder why Cen Yue looked at her in such a strange way.
Song Yiyi can tell the difference between lust and deep affection.
But she also knew clearly that there was no trace of Cen Yue in the original owner's memory.
Song Yiyi suddenly remembered something, stood up from the stool, and walked to Cen Yue's side in three or two steps.
"Chief, where were you when my brother was on home leave five years ago?"
Song Yiyi stared at Cen Yue without blinking, waiting for him to answer her question.
One second.
Two seconds.
Cen Yue didn't say anything, one hand still resting on the edge of the table.
He lowered his eyes and looked very strange.
Song Yiyi thought he was guilty and was about to continue asking when she suddenly realized that Cen Yue's face was too pale.
Beads of sweat soon appeared on his forehead.
"Chief...?"
Song Yiyi finally noticed that something was wrong with him, "What's wrong with you?"
Cen Yue covered his stomach with one hand and spoke slowly: "It's okay."
Those two short words seemed to have exhausted all his strength.
Song Yiyi frowned, turned around to look at the empty bowl, and guessed, "Could it be that you can't eat spicy food and your stomach can't take it?"
The large pot of boiled water she prepared on the table was almost drunk up by Cen Yue alone.
Song Yiyi hurried to support him, "Let's go to the clinic!"
It's too difficult.
Usually the courtyard is full of people, but for some reason today, Song Yiyi supported Cen Yue and walked all the way without meeting anyone.
Cen Yue was too tall, and perhaps because of stomachache, he had no strength, so most of his weight fell on Song Yiyi.
Song Yiyi was speechless.
She thought about leaving Cen Yue behind and asking the guard at the gate for help, but by the time she reached the door, the health center had already arrived.
She also wanted to ask her neighbors for help, but Cen Yue wouldn't let her.
"I'm fine, don't disturb them."
Cen Yue is quite aloof.
Song Yiyi could only grit her teeth and persevere.
The sweat on Cen Yue's forehead kept dripping down, and occasionally he couldn't help but let out a few muffled groans.
Song Yiyi felt like a mountain was pressing down on her.
He was getting heavier.
"Cen Yue, Cen Yue? Can you hear me?"
Cen Yue didn't answer.
"You can't handle spicy food, why didn't you tell me? I also like the three-fresh hotpot, why not just switch it up?"
She walked with difficulty and wanted to cry.
What a sin.
When other people travel into books, they always meet rich and domineering bosses.
She was so unlucky. The only thing that was similar to the domineering CEO about Cen Yue was his stomach problem.
The next moment.
The weight on my body suddenly became much lighter.
Song Yiyi turned her head and met Cen Yue's dark eyes which were always deep and bottomless.
Cen Yue opened his thin lips slightly, his weak tone still tinged with a hint of teasing: "Don't be afraid, you won't die. Hold on to me, I can walk on my own."
That's what I said.
He himself probably didn't realize it, but after walking less than fifty meters, he fell back on Song Yiyi.
Song Yiyi couldn't walk anymore, so she pulled him to sit down beside the flower bed.
"Wait here for me. I'll go to the clinic and get someone to carry you on a stretcher."
Song Yiyi wiped the sweat from her face and panted, "Why are you trying to be brave if you can't eat spicy food? You might as well just call me Cen Qiangqiang from now on."
Cen Yue still had the energy to laugh, "Okay, he's a good match for Yiyi."
Song Yiyi: "Nervous."
After saying these two words, she just turned around and was about to stand up when she saw several people standing in front of her.
The smile on Song Yiyi's face faded.
The moonlight is very bright tonight, but it still cannot illuminate Cen Anguo's gloomy face.
Song Yiyi couldn't make up her mind for a moment.
She is leaving. Will Cen Anguo take care of Cen Yue?
Just as this thought came to mind, Cen Anguo's angry voice rang out, "Wenwen was hurt so badly by you, and yet you're still in the mood to talk about love! You're really becoming more and more promising. Is this what I taught you?!"
Okay.
Song Yiyi stopped in an instant.
She thought that they were at least father and son, and Cen Anguo could see that Cen Yue was not in a good state.
As a result, Cen Anguo only had eyes for his precious grandson "Wenwen".
Cen Yue suddenly found some energy, and he actually forced himself to sit up straight, slowly raising his eyes, "Why, you want to hit me again?"
His tone was full of sarcasm, and his brows were furrowed from time to time.
Before Cen Anguo could speak, Cen Laoer stepped forward and said in embarrassment: "Little brother, don't talk to Dad like that. Dad just came out of the hospital. He has been ill recently. You have to learn to be considerate..."
"Stop talking nonsense." Cen Yue interrupted coldly, "What do you want to do now?"
"Is this how you talk to your father?!"
Cen Anguo's face was gloomy, and he suddenly sighed, "Forget it, come home with me first, I have something to ask you."
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