"They will only say that you are maverick. Maybe some people will secretly appreciate you, because among all the women here, you are the only one who dares to show your original appearance." Jiang Qianfan's voice was calm and calm.
Make her think that they are not at a dinner party now, but walking in a courtyard full of the fragrance of climbing roses.
Lin Kesong laughed.
She suddenly felt that there were no restraints, and she could take the champagne brought by the waiter with a relaxed mood.
At this time, Song Yiran came to Jiang Qianfan, and Jiang Qianfan also stopped.
"Mr. Song." Jiang Qianfan's voice changed from calm to cold.
Lin Kesong opened his mouth to say something, but Song Yiran raised his hand to signal Lin Kesong not to say anything.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
This was the first time she heard Song Yiran speak in such a tone.
It was as if the snow and ice on the top of the mountain fell to the ground in an instant.
"Do what you want to do but can't."
Jiang Qianfan's eyes were still quiet, and there was no joy in his brows.
On the other hand, Song Yiran, who was opposite Jiang Qianfan, had completely lost his lazy temperament even though he was carrying his pockets.
Lin Kesong could clearly feel some kind of tense and bursting atmosphere between them.
She clearly felt the tit-for-tat between the two men. And the source of this hostility, she could only think of was because of her.
Although this kind of thinking is really narcissistic, there is no other possibility.
If Song Yiran and Jiang Qianfan cooperate, it will be a strong alliance. With Song Yiran's determination and advanced thinking coupled with Jiang Qianfan's steadiness and solid strength, the Song family's hotel management in New York will surely achieve surprising results.
But at this moment, she could only step forward and whisper to Song Yiran: "I'm sorry, I didn't think about ruining your birthday party. I'll be gone in a while, you still go to your elder brother's place... "
"Why did you say sorry to me?" Song Yiran finally looked away from Jiang Qianfan. He looked at Lin Kesong, "I asked you to come to this place you don't like."
Lin Kesong shook his head, "I know, it's not you."
Someone must have used Song Yiran's mobile phone to send her a text message, and this person should not be Song Yiran's eldest brother Song Yifan, men have always disdain to do such a thing. But it was Chu Ting, looking at her attitude towards her, nine times out of ten, Chu Ting used his mobile phone to send her a text message while Song Yiran was not paying attention.
Song Yifan, who had always hoped to have a good relationship with Jiang Qianfan, also came to them with a gentle and polite expression: "Mr. Jiang, today's food is specially prepared with Chinese flavors, how do you feel?"
His arrival just resolved the tension between Jiang Qianfan and Song Yiran, and Lin Kesong exhaled in his heart.
"generally."
As expected of Jiang Qianfan, when others at least politely said "not bad", he even avoided being polite.
Lin Kesong thought that Song Yifan's expression would be ugly, but he didn't expect him to smile indifferently and said, "I heard that it is not easy to satisfy Mr. Jiang's taste buds, so the restaurants under Jiang's also have outstanding taste. Famous in the Western food industry.”
It seems that he has also done some research on Jiang Qianfan's character.
"Jiang's success stems from almost demanding self-requirements."
Today's Jiang Qianfan has the style of a topic terminator. For example, now, Song Yifan doesn't know how to continue the topic.
"So in order to establish a foothold in New York, our Song family will have stricter requirements on hotel facilities, personnel quality, and internal management, which is in no way inferior to Jiang's management of its hotels. Even in the most detailed places, we will let people No blame." Song Yiran spoke, breaking the deadlock.
Compared with Song Yifan who always had a lot of scruples when speaking in front of Jiang Qianfan, and even lacked aura, Song Yiran seemed more flamboyant.
"Then I'll wait and see how far the Song family can reach."
Jiang Qianfan's face turned to Song Yiran's direction.
As if it was a war between the two of them from beginning to end.
Chu Ting came over and stood not far from Song Yiran. She wanted to get close to him, but the cold aura emanating from him made her discouraged.
It's just that Song Yifan still doesn't give up, he believes that there is always a way to shorten the distance between him and Jiang Qianfan.
So, he turned his attention to Lin Kesong.
"Miss Lin, I was so rude just now at the entrance of the banquet hall. I didn't expect you and Mr. Jiang to know each other. Yi Ran is too naive. If you invite you, you should make it clear, otherwise there will be no such embarrassment. misunderstanding."
Lin Kesong knew that Song Yifan wanted to inquire about the relationship between her and Jiang Qianfan, but she really had no intention of letting Song Yifan approach Jiang Qianfan through her.
At this moment, Montgomery came over with Monica. Monica and Lin Ke Song kissed each other and said with a smile, "Oh, my Ke Song, it's great that you are here! I just I'm complaining to Qianfan, why didn't I bring you here!"
"Mrs. Bell!" Lin Kesong hugged each other, and the two chatted warmly.
"Little Bread, you shouldn't call Monica Mrs. Bell now, she's Mrs. Montgomery now!" Montgomery asked to correct Lin Kesong with a proud face.
The atmosphere was relaxed again. What's even more grateful is that Monica took Lin Kesong away from Jiang Qianfan's side, which was a relief for Lin Kesong.
"Let's go, let's talk somewhere else, some Chinese dishes here are quite interesting!"
Jiang Qianfan let go of Lin Kesong's hand, and he seemed relieved to hand her over to Monica.
Chu Ting looked at Lin Kesong's figure and felt extremely puzzled.
How did this girl with no background know someone like Jiang Qianfan, or even the Montgomery couple
And Montgomery still stayed by Jiang Qianfan's side, he asked with a smile: "Qianfan, you brought Croissant to my birthday party, and now you brought her to Song's dinner party. My parties are all measured people. , but there are a lot of business people here, and their imaginations are very rich.”
"so what?"
"Don't put too much pressure on Croissant. She's a gifted and lovable good boy."
"Thank you for your concern. If you don't mind, I would like to chat with Mr. Song alone."
Hearing this, Song Yifan was overjoyed.
"It's Mr. Song Yiran." Jiang Qianfan's supplementary explanation made Song Yifan embarrassed again.
He could only give Song Yiran a warning look, implying that he should be careful when he speaks, and that he should not offend Jiang Qianfan anyway.
Therefore, Jiang Qianfan and Song Yiran were leaning against the wall, even if they were standing in the least conspicuous place in the entire banquet hall, they were still the most striking scenery.
Many celebrities present couldn't help but look over.
Jiang Qianfan's eyes have always been far away, making people unable to find the end. And Song Yiran took a sip of red wine, and kept chasing Lin Kesong among the guests.
She has lost her initial cautiousness. She has some snacks in the tray in her hand, and is happily chatting and laughing with Monica.
"What do you want to say to me, Mr. Jiang?"
"Although it has nothing to do with winning or losing, you are destined to lose to me."
"What did I lose to you?" Song Yiran raised the corners of his lips.
"Crescent. I can do it without turning back, but you can't."
Jiang Qianfan's voice was like an ice pick that left unresolvable marks on the solid ice over and over again.
"Sometimes, you can't win without turning back. Just like what you said, Mr. Jiang, it has nothing to do with winning or losing."
"Really? If she gets hurt at this dinner party, I'll take her away right away."
At that moment, Song Yiran's pupils opened slightly, and he seemed to realize something.
The sound of tapping the glass sounded, and the entire banquet hall fell silent.
Standing in the center of the banquet hall are Song Yifan and Chu Ting's uncle Chu Shao. And Chu Ting held Chu Shao's hand with a shy smile on her face.
Song Yiran quickly walked towards Lin Kesong's direction, put her arms around her shoulders, apologized to Monica, and took Lin Kesong to the door of the banquet hall.
"What's wrong? Song Yiran?"
His expression made her feel a little scary for the first time.
"Let's go. If you're not full, I'll take you to eat something else later."
Just two steps away, the security guard in a dark suit at the venue came to them at the gesture of Song Yifan.
"Get out of the way." Song Yiran's low voice attracted the attention of the surrounding guests.
One of the security guards lowered his voice and sent a note to Song Yiran.
Song Yiran opened it to take a look, clenched his fists, and held the note tightly in his palm. He turned around and stared fiercely in Song Yifan's direction.
But Song Yifan's face always kept a smile.
"Thank you all the distinguished guests for coming. Many friends here are meeting me Song Yifan for the first time."
Although he said this sentence in English, it sounded smooth, but it was obviously prepared in advance, and the accent was relatively heavy.
"Today is my brother, Song Yiran's birthday, and the day he gets engaged to his childhood sweetheart girlfriend Chu Ting."
After saying this, applause broke out.
Lin Kesong looked up at Song Yiran in astonishment, he gritted his teeth, and anger boiled around him.
His palms were still clasping Lin Kesong's shoulders, so hard that he would crush her bones.
Song Yifan began to enthusiastically introduce the touching story of the encounter between his younger brother and Chu Ting, which sounded like a youth movie.
Chu Ting lowered her head, her cheeks were already red.
Although Lin Ke Song knew for a long time that Song Yiran, who was born in such a family, would definitely choose a woman of the right match in the near future. It had nothing to do with love or not. Even if this woman is not Chu Ting, it will be someone else, but it is absolutely impossible to be her.
But it all came too soon.
Be caught off guard.
She wasn't ready yet.
One of the security guards grabbed Song Yiran's wrist and whispered, "Mr. Song, it's time for you to let go of this lady."
Song Yiran lowered his head and looked at Lin Kesong, he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.
Lin Ke Song understood the words in his eyes, but he didn't seem to understand.
The moment his hand left, she stepped back as if losing her focus.
It was as if an invisible force was crushing her.
Song Yiran wanted to steady her, but his fingers just slipped over hers.
Lin Kesong fell down.
She thought that she would sit on the ground ugly, someone firmly buckled her waist and supported her.
She turned around blankly and saw Jiang Qianfan.
"Yi Ran! Come on! Didn't you say you were going to cut the birthday cake with Chu Ting today?" Song Yifan's voice was very loud.
Lin Kesong's mood calmed down in that instant.
Song Yiran stood in the same place and looked at Lin Kesong without taking a step for a long time.
She looked into his eyes and instantly understood what he was thinking.
He was never unwilling to be bound by anything, and no one could dictate his direction or decide what he did.
"Of course, now is not the right time." Lin Kesong said these words forcefully from his body.
The reckless resistance will make Song Yiran's previous dormancy and forbearance all useless.
Song Yiran slowly turned her back, clenched her fists, and walked towards Chu Ting.
"It's no big deal, let's go." Jiang Qianfan's voice came from behind, "Or do you want to see Song Yiran hold that girl's hand and cut the cake?"
"In no mood."
Everything here has nothing to do with her, she is not interested in watching this big play written and directed by Song Yifan.
Turning around, she took Jiang Qianfan's hand, followed Jiang Qianfan's footsteps, and walked out.
All the noise and applause was left behind as they walked out that door.
Jiang Qianfan didn't say a word, just walked into the elevator with Lin Kesong.
It was him who was clearly invisible, but he became Lin Kesong's direction.
They went down to the first floor of the hotel, where Miller had already parked his car at the door waiting for them.
The wind was cold at night, and the air was oppressive with dampness and sultry heat.
This is a harbinger of impending rain.
Miller opened the car door, but Lin Kesong said, "Send Mr. Jiang back first, I want to take a walk."
Not wanting to say any extra words, Lin Kesong folded his arms and turned to walk into the street lights and the night wind.
She knew that she had never been so emotional, but her eyes were sore, but she dared not let the tears flow.
Because she was afraid that all the happiness she got from Song Yiran in the past would leave her life with her tears.
She asked herself whether the joy she had gotten from him over the past ten years was far more than the heartache at that moment.
She knew that she should bravely drag Song Yiran and drag her into her own world, regardless of other people's eyes or the consequences.
But she didn't know if such freedom was what Song Yiran really wanted.
If so, she wouldn't mind being his knight once, even with a bloodbath.
Thin raindrops fell from the pitch-black sky, on her eyelashes, on her skin.
Everything was so cold that it made people feel dazed.
Then, she heard the sound of the regular blind stick hitting the ground behind her.
Turning around suddenly, she found that Jiang Qianfan was walking not far behind her.
"Jiang... Mr. Jiang... shouldn't you get in the car?"
There is no light as bright as day, Jiang Qianfan's shadow is drawn very long by the street light, and his eyebrows are very emotional under the interweaving of light and shadow.
The passerby who was running fast with the bag on his head bumped into Jiang Qianfan's shoulder, Lin Kesong took a deep breath and stepped forward to support him.
"Do you think I'll get in the car at ease?"
Approaching him, approaching his breath and body temperature.
"I'm fine, I'm fine. I'll take you back to Miller's car."
"I've sent Miller back."
His expression was indifferent and persistent.
"Why, don't you want to hold my hand and walk on this road?"
"It's going to rain, Mr. Jiang!"
"Do you mind if it rains?" Jiang Qianfan turned his face to the side, obviously he couldn't see it, but Lin Kesong always felt that he was looking at him.
He knew everything about her. He knew that at this moment she would rather be drenched in a heavy rain.
The horizon is marked by lightning.
Then, a rumbling sound shook the city.
Lin Kesong grabbed Jiang Qianfan and ran wildly.
The rain fell and became bigger and bigger.
Involuntarily, Lin Kesong opened the glass door of a phone booth by the roadside and pushed Jiang Qianfan inside.
The two were squeezed into a narrow space, Lin Kesong's arm was leaning against Jiang Qianfan.
The rain splashed on the ground, and streaks of wind-blown rain swept across the phone booth.
He silently put away his blind stick.
"Now you really want to call Miller to pick you up." Lin Kesong said helplessly.
"If I call him here, will you come with me?" Jiang Qianfan asked, turning his face to the side.
His face was so close that everything blurred except his obsidian eyes.
"Um… "
The next second, Jiang Qianfan leaned towards her and kissed her without warning. His question just now was just to get her to speak.
He held her lips, and the tip of his tongue slid into her mouth along the gap between her lips, wrapping her warmly. With a kiss, everything Lin Kesong could perceive became softer.
He is full of tolerance, which is close to eternal patience.
Lin Kesong tried to push his tongue out, but what he got was a tighter lingering.
She thought he was cold.
Even kissing has a kind of presumptuousness that leaves me alone.
But this time, he didn't want to get anything from her, but to tell her.
When Lin Kesong reacted, Jiang Qianfan was already covering her body. He clasped her hands and pressed them against the glass wall, as if to imprison her in his arms.
But unfortunately, she didn't feel scared.
His kiss gradually became stronger, pressing Lin Kesong firmly against the glass wall. His kiss had a certain force but did not frighten her. He turned his face sideways, as if closer because he couldn't get enough affirmation from her.
She just felt that everything that had made her in a trance finally settled down.
When he left her lips, the temperature in the entire phone booth plummeted.
He sighed, put it in her ear and said, "Crescent, do you know that secretly loving someone for ten years is actually the same as falling in love with someone for a few months."
His voice was very soft, but it was clearer than the pattering rain outside the glass wall and the sound of lightning and thunder.
"So when your heart hurts because of Song Yi, I will be more sad than you."
Lin Kesong opened his eyes. Did she make Jiang Qianfan sad
Does she really have such weight in his heart
"Because I don't know how to make you understand that I love you far more than you love Song Yiran."
Jiang Qianfan has always been indifferent to fame and fortune, and he disdains to compare with anyone.
But it turned out that he would also compare.
"You made Song Yiran go to other women to a great extent, in order to fulfill his long-term pursuit. You think that even if you and him don't walk arm in arm, at least you can be his most important friend forever. But I don't Same."
Lin Kesong became frightened. In front of Jiang Qianfan, she seemed to have a script set, and he knew everything about her.
"I won't let you look at other men, I won't allow you to go to other men, and I won't be willing to let other men make you happy."
His voice was cold, so cold that it was ruthless.
"I won't be kind enough to fulfill your feelings for Song Yiran, that's why I took you into that dinner party."
He was forcing her to see clearly the ending between him and Song Yiran.
"If one day, you really go to another man, I will do whatever it takes to get you back to me, even by any means."
This was the most straightforward thing Jiang Qianfan had ever said to her.
"Do you understand?"
he asked her.
"I… get it."
"very good."
Jiang Qianfan loosened the hand that clasped her tightly, pushed her wet hair behind her ear, and kissed her forehead.
That was very solemn.
He pressed her into his arms, with no suffocating strength but made her feel that she couldn't escape at all.
He kissed her forehead, the tip of her brow, and kissed her chin. The tip of his tongue slid along her chin, sucking hard as if to suck out her blood.
He didn't do anything out of bounds, not even the gesture of his embrace.
But Lin Kesong had an illusion that she belonged to him.
He hugged her, put it in her ear and said, "Cross, I actually like rain very much."
"Well." Lin Kesong's head rested on his shoulder.
She found herself enjoying listening to him speak.
She seldom heard him talk about anything but cooking.
"Because the rain falls, there are layers. Listening to the sound of the rain, I can imagine what the city looks like. Every building, every tree, every pedestrian."
"Um."
"And your appearance."
"Um."
Lin Kesong's tears slipped from the corners of his eyes and fell on his shoulders.
He has delicate and soft feelings, but she didn't know it before.