The crisp air felt strangely familiar.
Song Yiyi resisted subconsciously, thinking she had met a hooligan, and raised her legs to attack the man's lower body.
"Don't move."
A deep and magnetic voice sounded in her ears.
The man grabbed Song Yiyi's raised knee and pushed her against the wall.
During this gap in time, Song Yiyi raised her eyes and saw the man clearly.
It’s Cen Yue, Cen Bowen’s uncle who is the political commissar.
Song Yiyi was trapped between the wall and the crowd. Cen Yue covered her mouth with one hand and pressed down one of her legs with the other.
In broad daylight, this posture is as weird as it can be.
Cen Yue turned his head to look outside the alley, his face cold and solemn.
Song Yiyi has mild face blindness.
Generally speaking, she cannot remember people within three faces unless they are particularly distinctive.
But Cen Yue was not among these people.
After all, his face, height and figure are all outstanding when put into a posture.
Song Yiyi hummed twice and glared at Cen Yue with a warning look.
He tilted his head, and the teeth marks on his neck were faintly visible.
Cen Yue quickly turned around, lowered his eyelashes, and whispered, "Don't shout, carry out the mission."
Carry out the mission?
For Song Yiyi, such sentences were too unfamiliar.
But soon, she reacted.
Cen Yue was wearing casual clothes and looked alert, as if he was on guard against someone, or perhaps waiting for someone.
She has never seen a pig run, but she has eaten pork.
I guess this is the characteristic of this era.
Song Yiyi tried hard to adjust her mood and looked at Cen Yue with what she thought was the most innocent and clear eyes, trying to awaken a little conscience in him.
She nodded at Cen Yue.
Sure enough, seeing her like that, Cen Yue slowly released his hand that was covering her mouth.
Song Yiyi whispered, "Commander, please let me go first."
Cen Yue raised his eyebrows, his eyes probing, "What are you going to do?"
"I'm running."
Song Yiyi said in a low voice: "Don't worry, Commander. I won't look back. I will run straight away, like a 100-meter sprint."
These days, if you want to catch a spy on the street, you might have to use knives and guns.
Song Yiyi cherishes her life very much, not to mention that this is a second borrowed life.
Cen Yue's grip on her hand did not decrease at all.
"You can't run away, Song Yiyi, I'm sorry."
As he was speaking, footsteps were heard from the alley.
Cen Yue suddenly approached Song Yiyi and leaned towards her with his head lowered.
"It was in this alley. I saw someone running into it!"
A fierce male voice was heard, and Song Yiyi's legs went weak. Cen Yue held her waist and pulled her back.
His lips brushed across Song Yiyi's cheek and landed on her fair neck. "Cooperate with me."
The arrow is on the string and has to be shot.
Song Yiyi put her arms around Cen Yue's neck without thinking.
The footsteps at the entrance of the alley stopped, and Song Yiyi's eyes met those of several ferocious-looking men.
She seemed to be frightened and burrowed into Cen Yue's arms with a scream, "Ah!"
Song Yiyi's scream was so intimidating that the birds at the intersection flapped their wings and flew away.
Several men also stopped.
They stared at each other for a few seconds, then turned to look at the leading man.
It's really hard to see such an explosive scene in broad daylight.
A tall man was entangled with a superior-looking woman, and the man's hands were restlessly placed on the woman.
That leg.
Tsk tsk, it’s too disgusting to watch.
When catching hooligans, these two guys just eat peanuts.
Cen Yue seemed to react only then. He carefully held Song Yiyi in his arms and turned his head to look coldly at the people at the alley entrance.
"roll."
His eyes were cold and his aura was terrifying.
The leading man met Cen Yue's gaze and felt a chill in his heart.
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