Just according to Song Yiran's urination, it should have invited a bunch of friends to some entertainment venue to go crazy until the next day. Isn't this Audrey Hotel too formal
Lin Kesong called to confirm, but the call was dropped. Lin Kesong was instantly angry, she could be so tugging on her birthday, and she even dropped her phone!
Not long after, she received a text message from Song Yiran: I am with my eldest brother. What, is something wrong
This guy is probably listening to his big brother's teachings again. Well, with deep sympathy, she doesn't care about being dropped.
Lin Kesong replied: OK, got it.
Song Yiran: Call me if you can't find a place when you arrive.
Lin Kesong: Received.
Song Yiran's birthday... He has always had a lot of expensive gifts, but Lin Kesong hardly attends his friends' parties.
There is no other reason, a bunch of playboy children gathered together, and Lin Kesong is far from their style of painting. It's just that Song Yiran seems to have changed a lot after coming to New York. This time he will invite her to his birthday party, perhaps because Song Yiran's friends are no longer the same as before.
On previous birthdays, Song Yiran always invited Lin Kesong to have a big meal in advance, sometimes it was barbecue, sometimes it was hot pot, almost using her birthday as an excuse to invite her to eat something she liked.
This guy would shamelessly ask her for a birthday present every time.
I remember the first time he invited her to eat Haidilao, and as soon as he sat down, he stretched out his hand to Lin Kesong: "My birthday, where's the gift?"
At that time, Lin Ke Song thought Song Yiran was joking with her.
Then this guy really searched Lin Kesong's pockets, and even dumped her denim cross-body bag all over the table, looking like a child who didn't eat candy, and finally said disappointedly: "No, I thought you would prepare something for me!"
At that time, Lin Kesong was only a junior high school student with a little pocket money, but Song Yiran's living standard was already aristocratic. She couldn't give him any gifts that met Song Yiran's standard of living. In the end, Song Yiran rolled up Lin Kesong's sleeve and took away the red bean bracelet she had asked for from the temple.
To this day, the red bean bracelet is still on Song Yiran's wrist. His watch has been changed many times, but the bracelet has never changed. When this guy went to Hong Kong City to burn money last year, he bought a vintage Chopin. The reason was that this watch matched his red bean bracelet very well.
Lin Kesong wanted to pat him on the head. Where does it fit!
After Song Yiran's birthday, Lin Kesong still eats and drinks for nothing. Song Yiran can always find something from her.
For example, Astro Boy's keychain, the frog pockets used to store change, and some of them are clearly not needed by him, and he will still search them all like Zhou Papi.
This time, Lin Kesong decided to make him a birthday cake.
Uncle's kitchen has all the cooking utensils, including the oven.
Lin Kesong bought fresh milk and made the cream himself.
The next day, it took her a whole morning to finally make a mango liqueur frosting sugar cake.
Looking at the fruits of his labor, Lin Kesong was very satisfied.
After checking the hotel address on the Internet, she came to the top floor of the hotel with the cake.
When the elevator door opened, Lin Kesong felt that something was wrong.
In and out are high-class people in dinner dresses. And Lin Ke Song, who was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, was obviously out of tune with such an atmosphere. Did she come to the wrong place? Even the waiter at the entrance of the banquet hall stopped her and said, "I'm sorry, miss, please send the courier to the next lounge."
Does she look like a courier
Did she wear a courier company hat or a courier company uniform
Not happy, not happy!
Lin Kesong took out his mobile phone and called Song Yiran.
"Hey, I'm on the top floor of the Audrey Hotel... But why does it seem like a dinner party?"
If it's a dinner party, you should tell me in advance, I won't be here!
"Are you at the Audrey Hotel?" Song Yiran's voice sounded surprised.
"Yeah! Didn't you send me a text message to invite me?"
At this moment, a young woman in a long champagne-colored dress walked out, facing Lin Ke Song with a sweet smile, and a strange and familiar voice sounded: "Long time no see, Ke Song. "
The other party's hair was coiled up elegantly, and the smile was decent.
Lin Kesong watched for a long time before realizing, "Chu Ting?"
Song Yiran's last girlfriend before coming to New York!
Why is she here
"Yeah, long time no see. Today is Yiran's birthday, and his eldest brother, Mr. Song Yifan, is here too. Compared to your surprised expression, Ke Song, I am actually more surprised. I didn't expect you to come to New York with Yiran. Your friendship is really deep."
Compared to Miss Jiao half a year ago, Chu Ting now looks more generous and decent.
If it was in the past, she would have complained with great dissatisfaction, accusing Lin Kesong of coming to New York with Song Yiran as "scheming" or "ulterior motives". But now, she has learned to hide her emotions and express her mockery of Lin Kesong in a more metaphorical way.
"Don't use the word 'follow', my uncle's restaurant is in New York."
"Oh, so you're helping your uncle's restaurant, and you're here to study. Even if you're not in a foreign country, it's really fate that you two can be together." Chu Ting glanced at the cake in Lin Kesong's hand. He took it over with a smile and handed it to the waiter next to him, "I didn't expect you to bring a cake. But maybe there's no way to blow out candles and cut them. Because there are too many guests tonight, your cake too small."
Looking from the open door of the banquet hall, you can see a huge birthday cake and guests chatting and laughing with glasses.
"That's it, then I'll go back. He didn't tell me what the occasion of today's dinner was." Lin Kesong turned around and was about to leave.
At this time, a figure in a suit and bow tie rushed out.
"Cross!"
Lin Kesong stopped, she looked at Song Yiran, his expression seemed surprised, as if he never thought she would come.
"I'm going to have dinner at your uncle's restaurant tomorrow after your game... How do you know I'm here?"
Lin Kesong suddenly guessed that the person who had been texting her last night might not be Song Yiran at all.
He knew what kind of occasions she didn't like, and he would never force her to integrate into his world, and he wouldn't even tell her that it was a dinner party. He made her a lot of jokes, but never did anything to embarrass her.
There were guests entering the banquet hall all the time, and they cast strange and inquiring glances at Song Yiran and Lin Kesong.
Chu Ting stepped forward, took Song Yiran's hand, and said with a smile, "Ke Song has already come, isn't she your good friend? Wouldn't you invite her in for something to eat?"
Song Yiran politely removed Chu Ting's hand and glanced at the waiter's cake: "Is this what you gave me?"
"It's okay, I'll take it back and cut it tomorrow night."
Lin Kesong was not angry. What happened to this misunderstanding, she can slowly figure out with Song Yiran, there is no need to make trouble here.
She was about to take the cake back from the waiter's hand, but Song Yiran took it back with her own hands.
"I'll go with you."
Song Yiran clasped Lin Kesong's hand and walked in the opposite direction of the banquet hall.
His expression was stern, even a kind of anger. But he held Lin Kesong's wrist so tightly that it caused her pain.
"Song Yiran, take it easy... it hurts!"
Lin Kesong raised his head, not understanding why Song Yiran was suddenly angry.
Today he looks mature and stable, even undisguised cold sharpness.
Hearing her scream in pain, Song Yiran's fingers slightly reduced the strength, but still held her tightly.
Chu Ting rushed up in two steps and tried to dissuade him: "Of course, today is your birthday dinner, and all the guests who come here are very important to the Song family's business development in New York, so..."
Song Yiran paused, raised her eyebrows, and drew a sneer on her lips: "You are really getting better and better, Chu Ting. You didn't know how to use the Song family as an excuse in the past."
At this moment, a voice with a hint of anger came from the door of the banquet hall.
"How is this going?"
It was a middle-aged man in a black suit who looked a little old-fashioned. He wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, but the glasses don't do anything to make him look more gentle, on the contrary, they are a bit rich...
His outline is somewhat similar to Song Yiran's, but it is far less delicate than Song Yiran's eyebrows.
If Lin Kesong guessed correctly, he is Song Yiran's eldest brother, Song Yifan.
"Oh, big brother." Song Yiran's eyes filled with sneer, her shoulders shrugged slightly, a bit rude and lazy, "I won't play with you. You can put on your personal show here. Anyway, the audience So many, there is no shortage of my supporting role."
"What are you making a fuss about? How important is today..."
"Brother Song, Yiran's friend Miss Lin is here. It's just that Miss Lin doesn't seem to know that today's birthday party is a dinner party, so she didn't wear suitable clothes. Yiran just wants to accompany Miss Lin to find a suitable dress. Very We'll be back soon, right?"
Chu Ting explained to Song Yiran very "kindly".
But Lin Kesong was completely stunned. Is this girl really Chu Ting? Although Chu Ting a few months ago was arrogant, but she was simple, how could she have the ability to say such things? Probably many men will appreciate her "generousness" and "resilience on the spot", but it's a pity that Song Yiran doesn't buy it.
He slowly came to Chu Ting's side, covered her ear, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "The acting is good. How about I order an Oscar statue for you tomorrow?"
When Song Yiran took a step back, Chu Ting's eyes turned red.
Song Yifan looked at Chu Ting and frowned. He came to Lin Kesong and said in a seemingly polite but undeniable tone: "Miss Lin, today is Yiran's birthday dinner. The guests present are very important to the development of the Song family in New York. I am very grateful for your support. Yiran's concern. After today's dinner is over, I'll let Yiran treat you to a good meal."
The subtext is obvious: this is not the place you should be, so hurry up and leave.
Lin Ke Song did not explain to the other party or even expressed some politeness and respect, because she knew that Song Yifan looked down on her.
"goodbye."
Lin Kesong tried to bring the cake back from Song Yiran's hand, but Song Yiran didn't let go.
"You keep it. I'm not mad at you."
Lin Kesong didn't even want the cake, and walked out directly to the elevator door.
When she stepped into the elevator and the elevator door was about to close, Song Yiran suddenly reached out and pressed the elevator door.
Song Yifan's voice crushed the air: "Song Yiran, what do you want to do?"
At this moment, a cold voice pushed aside all the tense atmosphere and poured into Lin Kesong's ears.
"what happened?"
Everyone turned their heads in unison, only to see a slender figure standing at the door with a blind stick.
"Mr. Jiang, why did you come out?" Song Yifan, who was frowning just now, showed a very natural and kind smile at the moment, "My brother's friend just came to give him a birthday present, nothing to do, we will go back in a while. "
Lin Kesong was stunned.
With a handsome and aristocratic figure, a stern expression, and deep eyebrows, who else could this be if it wasn't Jiang Qianfan
Is he also a guest at Song Yiran's birthday dinner
This is completely beyond Lin Kesong's expectations...
No, this actually makes sense. Lin Kesong had long heard Song Yiran mentioned that the Song family had also invested in hotels in New York. As the Jiang family is a leader in the Chinese catering industry, it is natural for the Song family to hope that the Jiang family will maintain a good cooperative relationship.
This occasion was too embarrassing, Lin Ke Song really didn't want Jiang Qianfan to know that she was here.
However, Jiang Qianfan's blind stick was on the ground, and every "da" sound seemed to hit Lin Kesong's heart, and he walked to the elevator door.
Lin Kesong swallowed and took a half step back.
"Mr. Jiang, what's wrong?" Song Yifan greeted him.
"Kesong, is that you?" His voice was very soft, as if he was worried that Lin Kesong would be frightened.
Song Yifan was stunned. In his eyes, the head of the Jiang family is not very easy to get along with, he is indifferent and indifferent, as if nothing in this world can impress him. But at this moment, although the voice was still cold, there was a subtle softness.
Song Yiran didn't intend to let them speak, and stepped into the elevator one step, intending to take Lin Kesong away.
But he didn't expect that Jiang Qianfan stretched his arm and dragged Lin Kesong out of the elevator door.
She almost slammed into his arms, but he stabilized her at the most opportune moment.
"I smell you."
"My taste?"
Lin Kesong didn't understand what smell on his body? Sweaty? The smell of shower gel? Or the smell left over from cooking
"What's wrong?" Jiang Qianfan turned his face sideways and leaned towards her, with a gesture that was almost like kissing her.
Although to outsiders, it was only because Jiang Qianfan couldn't see it, because he didn't control the distance when he wanted to get close to the other party.
But Lin Kesong knew very well that he just wanted to get close to her.
"I... I came here for my birthday today and found out that it was a dinner party, so I planned to go home and change my clothes... "
She even borrowed Chu Ting's rhetoric.
But Jiang Qianfan could definitely hear that she was lying, but she knew that he would not expose her.
"Then I'll take you back."
Jiang Qianfan raised Lin Kesong's hand, put it on his arm, and was about to walk into the elevator.
At this time, Song Yifan realized that the situation was wrong, he quickly stepped forward to block in front of the elevator, and glared at Song Yiran with a cold face.
"Mr. Jiang, so you and Miss Lin know each other? Miss Lin is Yiran's friend. Since they are all here to celebrate Yiran's birthday, why don't you go in and eat something together."
let her in? Are you right? Now, even if the big sedan chair is carrying her in, she doesn't want to go!
"That... my dress is really inappropriate, so I still don't go in. Mr. Jiang, I can go back by myself, you still... "
"It's lunch time, I'll accompany you to eat something."
Jiang Qianfan did not intend to go back to the banquet hall.
Song Yifan was a little anxious, he kept winking at Song Yiran in the elevator, but Song Yiran was unmoved, even cold.
In a hurry, Song Yifan actually grabbed Lin Kesong's arm with his other hand and screwed her directly in the direction of the banquet hall.
"Miss Lin, since it's Yiran's birthday, don't spoil everyone's interest. If you don't have a dress, I'll ask someone to bring you one right away..."
"Ke Song, what shoes are you wearing?" Jiang Qianfan suddenly asked.
"Sneakers..."
"Shoes, too..." Song Yifan had already made up his mind that Jiang Qianfan could not just leave the field.
The original guests left the venue early, which would make other guests talk a lot!
"Kesong, can you wear high heels?" Jiang Qianfan asked Lin Kesong, turning his face to the side.
To be honest, she didn't know why Jiang Qianfan asked her these questions, but she had a feeling that she was completely trusted by the other party.
"Never worn."
"That's it. Then don't wear high heels, it's uncomfortable anyway. If you just wear sneakers, the skirt of the dress is too long and it's easy to fall."
Song Yifan's eyelids were trembling slightly, and he couldn't hold back his anger. He didn't understand what Jiang Qianfan meant.
Borrowing a dress for Lin Kesong, he felt that Lin Kesong did not have high heels. Borrow her high heels, but he said she couldn't wear them.
"Either just go in and eat something, or I'll take you home."
Jiang Qianfan finally gave his ultimate answer.
Let Lin Ke Song walk into a high-end banquet in a t-shirt and jeans
Song Yifan wondered if his ears had heard it wrong.
On the other hand, Song Yiran looked at Jiang Qianfan with even more surprise, from not understanding what the man was thinking at first, to now understanding.
He never thought of imitating the plot in the TV series and creating a Cinderella dream for the heroine.
In his heart, Lin Kesong is not a Christmas tree, he doesn't need any extra decoration, he just needs to raise his head and proudly appear in front of others.
To leave or stay, the decision rests with Lin Kesong. This is the power he gave her to be prouder than Cinderella.
If Lin Kesong is willing to go in, Jiang Qianfan will stay. If Lin Kesong wants to leave, Jiang Qianfan will also leave.
Song Yifan covered his eyes and had a headache. Because Jiang Qianfan's request is too willful!
But he has willful capital.
Song Yifan had to lower his voice and said to Lin Kesong in a much more polite tone than before, "Miss Lin, let's go in together. I really hope you stay."
It seemed that if she didn't go in again, it was her Lin Kesong who swept away everyone's Yaxing and destroyed everything.
Lin Kesong opened his mouth and could only say, "Eh... well..."
Song Yifan felt relieved.
Lin Ke Song had no choice but to take Jiang Qianfan into the banquet.
There was soothing music throughout the banquet hall. The ladies and ladies were chatting and laughing with their glasses and long skirts. When they saw Lin Kesong walking in with Jiang Qianfan's arm, they all showed surprise.
At this moment, Lin Kesong just wanted to find a scarf and wrap his face, leaving only a pair of eyes.
When she tried to withdraw her hand from Jiang Qianfan's arm, he directly clasped her hand.
"Ke Song, the people here, do you think you will see them for the second time?" Jiang Qianfan asked.
"Probably not."
"Then why should you care about their vision? With all the people present, will it be more important to you than me?"
"of course not… "
After speaking, Lin Kesong suddenly felt that this question was a bit strange
"Since I'm here, I'm the most important person to you. As long as I don't care, why should you care about other people's eyes?"
In Lin Kesong's heart, Jiang Qianfan absolutely pays attention to etiquette and self-discipline, and his own clothes are always orderly.
But at this time, he acted like he did his own way!
"Every woman here, in order to look flawless, most of them start preparing a few days ago. What hairstyle to wear, what dress to wear, what jewelry to wear, what perfume to wear. They just don't know. , in the eyes of other people, it is like a fleeting moment, and no one will remember how they dressed tomorrow."
"But someone must remember what I'm wearing tomorrow."
Even so, Lin Kesong's mood suddenly improved. The gazes of others no longer embarrass her. They could only look at her, with more curiosity than accusation in their eyes.
They all wanted to know what kind of charm this seemingly ordinary girl had, so that Jiang Qianfan could take her for a stroll without caring about everyone's eyes.