Song Yiyi hissed, raised her eyes and glared at Cen Yue resentfully, "You hit me?"
Cen Yue stuffed the chopsticks into her hand and said, "Put away your little abacus and eat first."
In any case, Cen Yue's taste in food is quite similar to hers.
But she found that there were no green onions in any dish.
Song Yiyi thought of the previous conversation and asked casually, "Commander, why don't you eat onions? Don't you like them?"
It's normal that some people can't accept the taste of onions.
Cen Yue's expression remained calm. "I didn't like eating it when I was little. My old man forced me to eat noodles covered with scallions every three days. I got tired of it."
Song Yiyi paused what she was doing.
She didn't understand how Cen Yue could say such cruel words in such a casual tone.
There is something a little abnormal about Cen Anguo.
"Then your mother doesn't care about you?" Song Yiyi tilted her head and kindly used the serving chopsticks to put a piece of meat into Cen Yue's bowl.
After Cen Yue finished eating, he slowly said, "I don't have a mother."
Song Yiyi: "What a coincidence, I don't have one either."
She didn't ask any more questions about the Cen family.
If you ask again, you will talk too much.
After the two of them had their fill, they left the state-owned restaurant. Song Yiyi pointed at Fang Qie, who was heading home, and asked, "Going home?"
Cen Yue nodded in the opposite direction with his chin, "The Department Store."
Song Yiyi didn't ask him what he was going to do, she just treated it as digestion after dinner.
After that, Cen Yue went straight to a counter.
The salesperson saw Cen Yue and came over with a smile on his face, "Come to pick up something?"
Cen Yue nodded, "Yeah."
The salesperson bent down, took out a box from the bottom of the shelf, and handed it to Cen Yue.
Then he looked at Song Yiyi and said with a smile: "Is it for this female comrade?"
The salesperson lowered his gaze, looked at Song Yiyi's feet, and clapped his hands, "No need to try, it's guaranteed to fit!"
Cen Yue took her to another counter selling ready-made clothes. The process was the same and very mysterious.
After taking the things, Cen Yue threw them all to Song Yiyi, "Take it."
Song Yiyi: "This is the first time I've seen a beautiful woman being used as a laborer."
Cen Yue glanced at her and asked, "How are you going to tell your brother?"
Song Yiyi was silent.
Cen Yue followed her for a long time before speaking: "It's too late to regret now."
Song Yiyi's brain was working fast, thinking about how to tell Gu Chengze so as to minimize the harm to him.
Anyway, Gu Chengze was pretty good to her.
Although Gu Cheng liked the original owner, she truly enjoyed his kindness.
Hearing Cen Yue's words out of the blue, Song Yiyi stopped and looked back at him, "Can you keep it a secret from him forever?"
Cen Yue looked at her as if she were mentally retarded, "What do you think?"
"No." Song Yiyi scratched her hair twice, feeling a little irritated. "How about you tell me?"
She is suitable for playing villains and is not good at handling such tender relationships.
Song Yiyi thought Cen Yue would refuse.
After all, Cen Yue and Gu Chengze have such a good relationship.
Can you marry the girl he likes just by saying "it's for his own good"?
From Gu Chengze's perspective, it was somewhat hateful, but the original intention was for him, so he couldn't hate it.
Song Yiyi suddenly remembered something and grabbed Cen Yue's arm and asked, "My brother rode his bike to ask me out that day. Did you know about that?"
Cen Yue said indifferently, "I know."
Song Yiyi's eyes suddenly widened.
So, Cen Yue knew that the original owner liked Gu Chengze, and he also knew that Gu Chengze liked the original owner?!
Then he would know that they were going there together.
"Yiyi, are you trying to ask me why Yiyi knew you liked your brother but didn't tell him?"
Cen Yue's voice was deep.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
