In this regard, Song Yiyi actually admires her very much.
If you're not in love...
Song Yiyi suddenly slapped her forehead, "So that's how it is!"
Her sudden action scared Huo Tianqi who was standing beside her.
Song Yiyi quickly patted her on the back and said with a smile, "I'll go first. Don't worry, I'll take care of everything you say. Tianqi, congratulations."
Huo Tianqi said sincerely, "Thank you."
Song Yiyi added one more sentence before saying, "Tianqi, the job opportunity you get is yours. No matter how it came about, it's because of your ability. As long as you work hard, opportunities will always favor you."
It’s not that she likes to make chicken soup for others.
It’s because Huo Tianqi lives a routine life and is too honest.
Later, when she finds out that her job opportunity was obtained by Cen Bowen, she might back off.
Song Yiyi felt that it didn't matter who helped her fight for it.
The important thing is that Huo Tianqi has never done anything wrong.
She doesn't need to take any responsibility for this.
However, if Kang Ying knew about this, there would probably be another bloody storm.
I just pray that Huo Tianqi can withstand more pressure.
Song Yiyi had a lot of mess of her own, but she was quite happy to see others having fun.
She arrived home.
I found that the courtyard door was wide open and the sound of chopping meat could be heard from the kitchen.
Song Yiyi shrank her neck.
This is not a home at all, it's a den of jackals, tigers and leopards.
She was hesitating whether to step in.
Cen Yue's clear and charming voice came from the kitchen: "Come here."
Why does this person act like there is a surveillance camera installed on her?
Song Yiyi went over reluctantly.
The chopping board was covered with strips of beef coated with chili powder.
Song Yiyi swallowed, "You..."
She wanted to ask what to eat.
After a second thought, he immediately changed his tone: "Are you still having a fever?"
Even when standing in the kitchen where the chopping board was not suitable for his height, Cen Yue still exuded a calm and composed demeanor.
The man in front of him was outstanding. He turned to Song Yiyi and curled his lips, "Burn."
Song Yiyi: “…”
He burns so diligently.
She walked over and touched Cen Yue's forehead.
He touched his forehead with a look of suspicion.
"The fever doesn't seem to be gone. Do you have a headache?"
Song Yiyi raised her eyes.
When she met Cen Yue's narrow and deep black eyes, a hint of grievance flashed in them.
Cen Yue nodded, "It hurts."
After saying that, he put his forehead against Song Yiyi's forehead.
The distance suddenly shortened.
Those eyes as deep as a cold pool stared at her without blinking.
Song Yiyi's teeth were about to break.
She quickly distanced herself, "I'm not burning, don't lie to me."
Cen Yue raised his eyebrows slightly, his tone lazy and casual: "Go wash your hands, then come and help me."
Strips of beef were placed on clean winnowing baskets and dried on a high rack in the yard.
After seeing this, Da Zhuang, who was always lazy, started circling around Cen Yue's feet.
It meowed a few times.
It turns out the owner ignored it.
So he climbed up by clinging to Cen Yue's clothes, drooling over the fresh meat.
Cen Yue glanced at it lightly, his brows cold, and said, "Go down."
Song Yiyi watched the fight with her arms folded.
She thought Dazhuang would hold on for a while, but as soon as Cen Yue spoke, he jumped down immediately.
"Yiyi, your family, please take care of it. This is beef jerky made for you. It has chili peppers."
Cen Yue looked amused, "Da Zhuang...can't eat it either."
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