Cen Bowen's reaction was somewhat beyond Song Yiyi's expectations.
She originally thought that Cen Bowen would try to smooth things over.
At best, it can be guaranteed by swearing an oath or cursing.
Indeed, the times are different and there is indeed some gap between them.
Cen Bowen moved closer to her.
Song Yiyi closed her eyes.
As soon as he opened his mouth, he shouted "molest" and "hooligan".
Just as she shouted a word, she was interrupted by a cold and indifferent voice: "What are you doing?"
With a loud "bang".
When Song Yiyi opened her eyes, she saw Cen Bowen sitting on the ground with a flushed face.
He raised his head with some resentment and looked at the person at the door: "Uncle, why are you here?"
Song Yiyi turned her head and looked.
The door to the inner room of the clinic was a bit narrow, and the sunlight pouring in from outside was now completely blocked by the people coming in.
In the backlight, she squinted her eyes and couldn't see the man's face clearly.
But the eyes are still attracted by those long legs, broad shoulders and narrow waist.
Cen Bowen was wearing a training uniform.
The man was wearing casual clothes.
Song Yiyi's eyes were sharp, and according to her rough estimation, Cen Bowen was about 180cm tall.
The man who came was taller than Cen Bowen.
Isn’t it said that people of this era eat less and don’t grow tall?
Why are all the troops giants?
As he looked around, the man spoke again: "Don't you know what you've done?"
The voice was cold and sharp, and the tone was flat without any ups and downs.
When Cen Bowen heard this, he immediately stood up straight from the ground, smiling ingratiatingly: "Uncle, it's not what you think. You know, Yiyi and I..."
"Follow."
The visitor didn't seem to want to hear what he was saying. After saying two cold words, he turned around and walked out.
This time, Song Yiyi saw his profile.
It was a cold and aloof face with three-dimensional bones, thin lips and a high nose.
"Yiyi, can you go back by yourself?"
Cen Bowen dusted off the dust on his body, turned around and asked her, then glanced towards the outside of the clinic.
Apparently not urgent.
Song Yiyi waved her hand, "Yes."
She signaled Cen Bowen to hurry up.
The show was over, and she didn't want to look at Cen Bowen's charming face for even a second.
"You all come together."
The deep and magnetic voice came from outside again.
Song Yiyi blinked, pointed at herself with a questioning look, and questioned Cen Bowen with her eyes.
Cen Bowen forced himself to purse his lips and whispered, "Yiyi, my uncle is the political commissar. He must have known about the quarrel between you and Kang Ying at the clinic just now."
He knew it.
There were so many people in the clinic at that time, so they were bound to be gossiped about by the gossipmongers.
Song Yiyi stretched her head to look outside, stood up, walked past Cen Bowen, and went straight to the outer room.
Cen Bowen quickly caught up.
"The political commissar is your uncle?"
Song Yiyi and Cen Bowen followed closely behind him. She looked at the tall and straight figure and couldn't help but ask questions.
Nowadays, anyone who can sit in that position must be at least 40 years old.
The person in front doesn't look that age at all.
It’s no wonder she has such doubts. Almost everyone who sees Cen Yue will express such feelings.
Cen Bowen leaned slightly to the side and lowered his voice, "Yes, my dear uncle. My uncle is two years younger than your eldest brother. They are partners. In the entire Southern Theater Command, they are the youngest, but their military power is no less than anyone else!"
Song Yiyi nodded, looking thoughtful.
The original body's eldest brother was named Gu Chengze, and he was thirty years old.
Why does he have a different surname from Song Yiyi? Because they are children from a different family.
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