Cen Yue looked down at her, the corners of his lips curled up, his voice low and mellow, magnetic: "Would you like to make a bet? After ten days, you will have whatever you want."
Song Yiyi's cheeks flushed slightly. Upon hearing this, she raised her eyes, her eyes reflecting on the water, "What is there in dreams?"
Cen Yue chuckled: "No, home."
Song Yiyi didn't believe it, "You know what I want?"
She wants things to be simple.
That's money.
Who would complain about having too much money!
Cen Yue's gaze fell on her curled eyelashes, and a hint of smile was permeated in his dark pupils: "Let's bet on the ownership of the time the day after tomorrow. Whoever wins gets to listen to the other party. How about it?"
Song Yiyi naturally agreed.
She doesn't suffer any loss.
So what if time belongs to Cen Yue? Can he sell her out?
When passing by the two-story building of the Cen family, Song Yiyi glanced at the closed door and looked up at Cen Yue.
I didn’t expect Cen Anguo to do what he said.
I really won’t come to attend Cen Yue’s wedding banquet.
Not even one person from the Cen family was present.
There was such a loud noise, but it was as if he didn't hear it.
Cen Yue's face was calm. He held her in his arms, looked straight ahead, and strode forward.
Song Yiyi wanted to comfort Cen Yue.
After thinking about it, I said nothing because the occasion was not appropriate.
A door separates them.
Kang Ying stood in an invisible corner of the yard, her eyes full of envy and jealousy.
Cen Yue and Song Yiyi got married.
How could they not know.
However, before Cen Anguo left, he instructed that no one should attend and that everyone should pretend not to know about this matter.
He also said: "Just pretend that I never gave birth to this son!"
Kang Ying's ears were filled with Cen's mother's sharp, mocking voice, "You can't even afford a bicycle, you look so poor. And you're still a political commissar, how shameful!"
Mother Cen turned her head and glanced at Kang Ying. "You are so lucky to marry my Wenwen. Your ancestors are so proud of you. Look at her surname is Cen. That little bitch married a poor man. How can Cen Yue compare to my Wenwen?"
Kang Ying pretended not to hear.
She would rather not ride the bicycle, but want to be held in Cen Bowen's arms.
"What are you thinking about?!"
Mother Cen's roar interrupted Kang Ying's thoughts, "Hurry up and cook, do you want to starve me to death?! Be careful when Wenwen comes back, I'll let him deal with you!"
Only then did Kang Ying slowly move into the house.
Her legs are strong enough to walk.
On the first day after being taken back by Cen Bowen, when Cen Anguo was still a child, Cen's mother pretended to be kind and gentle to her.
As soon as Cen Anguo left, Cen's mother's face changed immediately.
Kang Ying was in great pain.
But Cen Bowen's exhausted look lingered in her mind all the time.
"Yingzi, my mother has had a hard time. You don't know how much she suffered for me in the early years."
"Just think of it as being for me. Don't argue with her. If she says anything, just pretend you didn't hear it, okay?"
"I'm really tired lately. I don't want to go home and deal with disputes. Can you please feel sorry for me?"
That was the man she had loved for two lifetimes, so naturally she felt sorry for him and couldn't bear to see him in any difficult situation.
Kang Ying went into the kitchen amidst the scolding of her mother.
In the end, I gritted my teeth and endured it all.
Cen Yue carried Song Yiyi to the bridal chamber to greet them, and there was another burst of festive firecrackers.
Song Yiyi put one ear against Cen Yue's chest, freed one hand to cover the other ear, and smiled slyly.
Cen Yue didn't have any extra hands to cover his ears, so he could only stand there and be shocked by the sound of firecrackers.
After the firecrackers.
Cen Yue carried her into the bridal chamber.
After a while, this place is different from before.
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