In a trance, Song Yiyi thought she was dazzled.
She...saw Cen Yue smile?
Different from the cold and frosty beauties of the past, Cen Yue raised the corners of her lips, giving people a sense of vitality as if the ice and snow had melted and everything was reviving after thousands of years.
Song Yiyi waited for him to come over, picked up a bottle of soda and handed it to him with both hands.
He said with a flattering smile, "You've been playing for so long, you must be thirsty. Come, have a drink to moisten your throat."
Her voice was cheerful.
Cen Yue chuckled softly, took the soda, glanced at Chen Xier, and said coldly: "Comrade Chen Xier, I really envy you."
Chen Xier was so embarrassed that she could barely stand. Her eyelids twitched when she heard this. "What do you mean?"
Cen Yue said in a calm tone, "Those who envy you are so shallow that they can only be measured by eighty-eight piano keys."
His sarcastic tone at this moment made Song Yiyi feel comfortable all over.
Chen Xier was so angry that she jumped up and down, "You...you!"
Cen Yue was speaking up for Song Yiyi.
Chen Xier's chest heaved violently, and she was choked by Cen Yue and couldn't utter a word.
But the other person was Cen Yue, and she couldn't curse back.
After all, everyone in the hospital knows that no one should mess with Political Commissar Cen, and Chen Xier is no exception.
She could only yell with a red face: "What's it to you what I'm saying about her?!"
"Want to know? Soon." Cen Yue looked calm as he spoke a bunch of incoherent words.
After saying that, he looked at Song Yiyi and said, "Go over there."
Song Yiyi followed happily.
She wanted to do a victory dance in front of Chen Xier. No matter what dance it was, the only thing to show off was it.
Cen Yue took two steps, then turned back and said to Chen Xier, "By the way, you just played three wrong notes."
After saying that, he left without looking back.
Chen Xier stood there alone, almost exploding with anger.
The action she had just done deliberately now made her look like a clown.
Chen Xier felt dizzy and suddenly remembered that Kang Ying was missing.
Just when he was about to find the culprit and vent his dissatisfaction, he saw Cen Bowen and Cen Li walking in from the door.
When Cen Li went up the stairs, he still held Cen Bowen's arm.
Chen Xier shook her hair and walked towards the two of them.
Cen Yue took Song Yiyi to Cen Anguo's room. This time he deliberately slowed down his pace and walked side by side with Song Yiyi.
Song Yiyi smiled with her eyes curved, "Commander, I watched you play the piano. Your old man's face was very dark, very dark."
Cen Yue's eyes paused, "Then go ahead."
After saying that, he added, "The purpose isn't to make him angry, the purpose is to help you vent your anger."
Song Yiyi was shocked, "Really?"
Cen Yue nodded.
Song Yiyi didn't act pretentiously and thanked him immediately: "I knew you were the best, Chief. I will follow your lead from now on! Wherever you point the way, I will never go west!"
Cen Yue: "Then you will listen to me all night?"
Song Yiyi nodded vigorously: "Yi!"
She could guess what Cen Yue was going to do, which was to continue to anger Cen Anguo, so she just had to cooperate.
Anyway, she is here to be a tool.
It hasn't worked yet, and I'm a little confused.
"By the way, how do you play the piano?" Song Yiyi asked in a low voice.
Cen Yue was a political commissar at such a young age. He must have served as a soldier for many years. It's really strange that he still had time to develop other hobbies.
Cen Yue looked straight ahead and exchanged glances with Cen Anguo who was not far away, his eyes full of coldness.
"My mother loved the piano the most. After she passed away, the old man hated me touching the piano the most."
Song Yiyi listened halfway through, then looked up at Cen Yue curiously: "So you learned this from your father?"
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