Cen Yue was always high up, and now she was sitting while he was standing there, enveloped in a powerful aura, feeling extremely oppressive.
Song Yiyi pretended to be calm, "To be precise, it's an equivalent exchange."
Cen Yue looked interested, "Hmm?"
Song Yiyi silently moved the stool and waited until she was farther away from him before speaking: "Are your injuries any better?"
Cen Yue rested his hand on the table and raised his eyes when he heard the words: "Sister, your concern is really timely."
Song Yiyi actually wanted to say that she didn't care.
But at this time, she still didn't dare to speak out.
"Political Commissar Cen, you chose to stand on my brother's side that day, so you've already taken sides. So you won't ignore him, right?"
Song Yiyi spoke very tactfully.
But who is Cen Yue? How could he not understand what she is saying?
He punished Cen Bo, and helping her was also helping Gu Chengze. To put it bluntly, he was supporting Gu Heng.
At that moment, he had already chosen to get involved in Gu Cen's dispute.
Cen Yue’s stance was what made Cen Anguo most angry.
Perhaps Cen Yue's starting point was just to ease the relationship, not to go against his father, but no one paid attention.
If Cen Anguo continues to attack Gu Chengze, Cen Yue will not be able to stand idly by.
Cen Yue's eyes suddenly turned cold.
In a matter of seconds, Song Yiyi stood up from the stool and ran out.
She hadn't run two steps when she felt a tightness on her arm.
When she came to her senses again, the office door closed in front of her and she was dragged backwards by Cen Yue.
Song Yiyi almost made a sound, but she managed to hold it back at the critical moment.
There was no pain in my butt.
Song Yiyi looked down and saw that she had already sat back on the stool.
"Why are you running?" Cen Yue's deep voice sounded slowly in his ears.
Song Yiyi's whole body stiffened, and she was about to break out in a cold sweat even in such a hot day.
"I talk too much, otherwise just pretend I've never been here. Don't worry, I'm very tight-lipped."
Song Yiyi closed her eyes and said in one breath: "No, I don't know anything. Yes, I just lost my mind."
Cen Yue was even more terrifying than she had expected.
Song Yiyi was not afraid of Cen Anguo because no matter what she said, Cen Anguo would not take the life of a small follower like her.
What Cen Anguo cares about is his power.
Song Yiyi is not a threat.
But Cen Yue is different.
It felt like he was the type to strangle her if he got anxious.
Song Yiyi knew that Cen Yue was looking at her, and she felt inexplicably cold all over.
"Marry me?"
Cen Yue's cold voice sounded.
Song Yiyi slowly opened her eyes and found that Cen Yue had returned to his desk with an ambiguous curve at the corner of his lips.
Song Yiyi looked confused, but nodded mechanically.
Cen Yue smiled nonchalantly, "Sister, do you know what marriage means?"
Song Yiyi: “…”
Doesn’t getting married mean getting a marriage certificate?
Cen Yue asked himself and answered, "It means becoming husband and wife, eating together, sleeping together."
His expression was distracted and his voice was drawn out.
Song Yiyi's little brain worked quickly, and she finally came to a conclusion.
Cen Yue might not be willing.
So she thought about it, then asked tentatively, "If Political Commissar Cen doesn't agree, can we have a fake marriage? Don't worry, I absolutely wouldn't do anything out of line! If you don't believe me, I can write a letter of guarantee and sign it!"
Cen Yue is so old and still unmarried like Gu Chengze. It is very likely that his situation is the same as Gu Chengze's, that is, he has someone in his heart.
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