Did she really like this man
"Ke Song, do you know that you are in love with me?"
His voice was always so steady, even when Lin Kesong finished speaking, he couldn't come back to his senses.
"Although I have told you countless times that I don't care about the success or failure of your competition, I don't want you to become another me. But you still think in your heart, what would you do if it were Jiang Qianfan."
Lin Kesong's heart trembled.
She tried to push Jiang Qianfan away from his embrace, but she didn't expect the other party to hug her even harder.
"When I'm not by your side, you feel uneasy. You imagine in your heart that I'm watching you and staying by your side."
Lin Kesong's brows furrowed. When did Jiang Qianfan find out? Even the things that he deliberately ignored, he clearly saw it when he couldn't see it.
"If I say seriously to you, I need you, I want you by my side. Ask yourself if you will try to stay by my side. Is it because of compassion, because of respect, or Because you can't leave me at all, you are expecting me to tell you that in the bottom of your heart?" His voice was calm, always lacking in fluctuations, but there was a kind of clarity and warmth that he explained.
The roots of those who were deliberately smoothed out, those who were tried to avoid, and those who were comforted by themselves were revealed by him in this way, and Lin Kesong's throat choked up.
She subconsciously clenched her fist and grabbed Jiang Qianfan's shirt tightly.
"Actually, when I was attending today's dinner, I heard that Song Yifan intends to marry the Chu family. But I still brought you there to let you hear the news for yourself. I didn't mean to disappoint you."
Yes, Jiang Qianfan has his own pride, and his purpose will not be this. Although he said that he would not easily let other men give her happiness.
"I just want you to know that even if you lose Song Yiran one day and you can no longer put your yearning on him, you will not feel as sad as you think. But what if the person you want to lose is me? Can't help crying in front of people, do you still have the strength to leave that place?"
Lin Kesong's eyes widened and looked at each other hard.
Her mood swelled, and there was so much she wanted to say and she wanted to ask, all choked in her throat.
She seemed to have lost the ability to speak, clumsy and panic.
But her sobriety at this moment is far more than the previous ten years.
Jiang Qianfan's embrace slowly loosened, and when she lost her restraint, she suddenly emptied, as if all the cold was coming, and she needed his temperature even more urgently. And his fingers sank into her hair and combed it lightly.
"Cross, I once said that your tomato scrambled eggs were delicious, and I promised you that as long as you made something delicious, I would promise you a condition. Are you sure you don't want me to make it for you, or Do you want to ask a question?"
"I have. I always have." Lin Kesong squeezed his voice out of his throat, for fear that he would look too cowardly and miss the desire and courage that had finally surged up.
She once restrained herself hard at the dinner party, asking Song Yiran to calm down.
And at this moment, her strength is only because she is full of expectations.
She felt like a moth flying into a fire, and Jiang Qianfan was the most beautiful and warm flame in the world.
She wanted to know if she would end up being burnt or if she dashed towards him.
"Then say it now."
The rain outside the phone booth was like watering, and the light of lightning flashed across Jiang Qianfan's face.
His eyes were deeper.
"Do you love me? Jiang Qianfan, I mean do you understand the difference between like and love?"
She waited for his answer.
It's like a church tower bell hanging in the air, waiting for the moment to strike.
"Of course I understand the difference between liking and loving. The question is Croissant, do you understand the difference between expecting someone and falling in love with someone?" Jiang Qianfan's voice was very soft, as if being drowned by rain, she must be very hard and careful distinguish.
"If I don't love you now, I don't know how to love you. I care about your footsteps, your voice. When you are close to me, I will look forward to smelling you. You What did you eat, where did you go, what left the smell on you. The reason you lied, the song you hummed in the shower, the sound of you squatting under the tree and calling Song Yiran, when I deliberately got close to yours It's your breath. I've never felt someone so carefully. If you can, please feel me too..."
Lin Kesong suddenly understood that at Montgomery's birthday party that day, the reason why Jiang Qianfan came to her was not because of Mrs. Smith's orange blossom perfume, but because he always remembered her smell.
Jiang Qianfan cared about her hundreds of times more than she thought.
There was a force driving her, as if the bones of the whole body were stretched again, and she grew again.
She raised her face and kissed Jiang Qianfan's lips.
It was a kind of surprise falling from the edge of a cliff and unexpectedly flying through the wind when it was ready to crash into the ground.
She knew that it was not because she was moved by the other party, but because the heartbeats accumulated over and over again and became her strength.
Jiang Qianfan leaned back against the glass wall.
This time she felt him seriously, his suddenly rising temperature, his tense shoulders, his surprise, his surprise, and the strength of his kiss back to her.
It turned out that Jiang Qianfan was not a big ice cube.
Just a little spark can start a prairie fire.
He clasped the back of her head, for fear that she would leave her, and her back couldn't support his strength and folded back until his other hand firmly supported her back.
After an unknown amount of time, a black car stopped outside the phone booth.
Miller came to the door with an umbrella.
Lin Kesong felt that her brain didn't belong to her, she only knew that Jiang Qianfan pushed open the glass door of the phone booth, and the cold wind came in, and she shivered.
He took off his half-wet suit jacket and put it over her, and Miller carried them into the car with an umbrella.
The car started, and it was raining hazy outside the window.
Lin Kesong leaned against Jiang Qianfan's arms and closed her eyes. She felt the strength of Jiang Qianfan's embrace.
He wanted to hug her tightly, but as if he was worried that she would resent his restraint and had to restrain himself, his fingers brushed the broken hair in her ear over and over, and then said to Miller: "The temperature is hotter. a little."
He took her back to the villa.
I don't know when the rain will stop.
The moon shimmers through the gaps in the clouds.
Lin Kesong walked out of the door, and when he saw Mel and Nina waiting at the door, he felt as if they were separated from each other.
"The hot water is ready, sir."
Jiang Qianfan clasped her hand, took her to his room, and pushed open the bathroom door.
This was the first time Lin Kesong came to his bathroom. It was big, bright, clean and tidy like Jiang Qianfan.
"Take a good bath and sleep."
Only then did Lin Kesong remember that he still has a game tomorrow.
And this is Jiang Qianfan's bathroom, in his bathroom... Lin Kesong felt a sense of embarrassment.
"I… I'd better use my own bathroom!"
"What are you thinking about?" The corners of Jiang Qianfan's lips fell, and the smile was so clear that it was only for her to see.
"I didn't think about anything..."
"If you really want, I can give it too." Jiang Qianfan lowered his head slightly.
Those eyes refracted the light, his eyelashes were very charming, and Lin Ke Song subconsciously took a half step back.
"You don't need to give it now!" Lin Kesong reacted, this guy obviously meant to make fun of her.
Is this really Jiang Qianfan
Did he play tricks on her behind his back with a stern look in the past, but she didn't know it
"Then I'll wait for you outside."
Jiang Qianfan left the bathroom and left the space to Lin Kesong.
When he left, Lin Kesong couldn't wait to lock the bathroom door.
She took off her wet coat and sat in the bathtub. The warm water wrapped her, and she suddenly thought of Jiang Qianfan's embrace in the phone booth.
She remembered every word he said to her.
Mixed with the smell of rain and the dank air, his voice seemed to evaporate all the water vapor.
Everything was like a dream, as if it would shatter with a poke.
The knock on the door sounded, and Lin Kesong's heart suddenly rhythm.
"Why are you silent." Jiang Qianfan's voice came through the door.
Has he been paying attention to her
"Ah?" Lin Ke Song didn't know what kind of voice he should make.
"Don't you like to hum, hum."
Lin Kesong is embarrassed.
"Didn't you say that you shouldn't make any noise, for fear of disturbing you..."
"You don't say anything, I don't know where you are."
It was a simple sentence, but her eyes warmed.
She hummed an old song "you". She couldn't remember the English lyrics, so she hummed randomly.
She knew that Jiang Qianfan was listening, which made her feel unexpectedly good.
When she left the bathroom, she found Jiang Qianfan leaning against the door.
He folded his arms, his long legs folded, and there was no impatient expression on his face.
The wet shirt was slightly attached to his body, and the lines of the strong shoulders and waist ridge loomed, making her subconsciously recognize her face.
"It's my change."
He said something softly.
The sound of releasing water sounded, and Lin Kesong didn't know where to go.
"Dry your hair and wait for me."
His tone was calm, but when the bathroom door was closed, Lin Kesong had an urge to run away.
What do you mean by "dry your hair and wait for me"
It's easy to generate reverie, isn't it
Jiang Qianfan said she was "crazy", so he wouldn't do anything to her.
But he clearly wanted to make her think wildly!
Lin Kesong didn't struggle for too long before Jiang Qianfan walked out of the bathroom. She sat on the sofa, holding her breath, watching Jiang Qianfan's slender figure walk past her.
Wearing ordinary home casual clothes, he sat down beside the bed and patted the quilt, "Where have you been? Haven't come to sleep yet. I'll take you to the Red Vinson Hotel tomorrow."
Lin Kesong stood up. This was not the first time she slept next to Jiang Qianfan. It was only last time that she fell asleep holding the tablet, but this time she was very awake.
Jiang Qianfan stretched out his hand and seemed to be looking for Lin Kesong's breath in the air.
"I want to hold you."
His voice always had a cold temperament, without any hint of softness and pampering, as if it was just stating his feelings.
But she had an urge to rush into his arms.
She clasped his fingers and was taken into his arms by him.
He kissed her forehead, "Go to sleep."
Everything seemed to be melted, Jiang Qianfan's steady heartbeat sounded in Lin Kesong's ears, and his refreshing and warm masculinity lingered in his nose.
Her world seemed to be taken over by him, and her thoughts sank in peace.
And Song Yiran's birthday dinner was also coming to an end at this moment.
The guests left one after another.
Song Yifan's face was full of smiles, constantly chatting and laughing with Chu Ting and her uncle.
"Yi Ran, I think it's better to let Chu Ting apply to your school too! Then you can be together!"
"Since you like Chu Ting so much, you might as well marry her." Song Yiran said coldly.
"What nonsense are you talking about! Wasn't it okay just now?" Song Yifan glared at Song Yiran.
"Brother, you want the trust fund left by my father, I have no problem. You are also from the Song family, you never thought of giving me a seat on the board of directors, it doesn't matter, everything about the Song family is not what you imagined. I'm so interested. It doesn't matter if you trust the fourth uncle more than my own brother, at least you gave me delicious food and didn't make me hungry for a day. You have everything, Song Yifan, but you are still not satisfied. Just Do you want to use my marriage too?"
Song Yiran put his pockets in his pockets, with a lazy attitude, but there was a strength in his eyes that penetrated everything.
Song Yifan gritted his teeth, and a trace of stunned flashed in his eyes, "What did you say?"
"Don't you know what I said? If you want to use my marriage, it's fine, but you also need to use the people around me who have nothing to do with the Song family. How shameless is that?"
Song Yiran bounced the paper ball that he had been holding in his palm, just on the toe of Song Yifan's shoe.
Song Yifan took a step forward and clasped his brother's shoulders: "Since you think it's important, it's not irrelevant. If you don't want to involve people who have nothing to do with the Song family, the best way is to do what you should do! Otherwise, when I acquire the company where Lin Kesong's father works, the first thing will be layoffs!"
Song Yiran snorted lightly and moved his eldest brother's hand away, "Oh, I'll wait and see if you can actually buy it? I hope that when you fail, the fourth uncle you trust the most can advise you."
After speaking, Song Yiran turned and left without any hesitation.
"Yi Ran!" Chu Ting quickly followed.
When they came to the elevator entrance one after another, Song Yiran turned to look at Chu Ting who was full of anticipation, shook his head and said, "Don't follow me anymore, Chu Ting. I didn't directly reject this ridiculous at the dinner party. The engagement is the last face left for you."
"It doesn't matter if you don't like me." Chu Ting shrugged her shoulders with helplessness in her eyes, "Anyway, my uncle will arrange for me to marry someone else I don't like or even know. In that case, I'd rather marry me. the person I like."
"But to me, it matters. You use my phone, text someone I like, lure her here, listen to me and your engagement, is it your demonstration or revenge on me ?"
"This is my way of keeping you awake. You like Lin Kesong, I've seen it long ago. You enjoy everything, you can spend every penny your elder brother gives you arrogantly, and you can accept every The girl who is close to you, but one thing, the time you give Lin Kesong is absolutely not allowed to be disturbed by others. But it's no use if you like her! You can't match your big brother! You can't match the pressure the Song family puts on you! "
Song Yiran leaned down and looked into Chu Ting's eyes with a cold look, "As long as I think about it, one day I can do whatever I want."
Song Yiran waved to a staff member outside the banquet hall, who brought the birthday cake made by Lin Kesong to him.
The elevator door opened at this moment, and Song Yiran walked in with her long legs.
When he came to the front of the hotel, looking at the rain that connected the sky and the earth, he tightened the collar of his windbreaker and got into the car.
He came to Lin Kesong's window sill, raised his head, and saw the drawn curtains, without the slightest light.
Song Yiran looked at his watch. At this time, Lin Kesong should have fallen asleep.
He took his phone out of his pocket, and there was no text or phone call from her. He dialed her mobile phone and heard the prompt that it had been turned off.
Lin Kesong didn't have a voicemail, so Song Yiran could only leave a message on her WeChat.
"Where are you? Are you home? Are you asleep? I have something to tell you!"
Even though she knew that she couldn't answer him, Song Yiran waited subconsciously.
Lin Xiaoxue, who was playing online games, felt sleepy. When she was about to close the curtains and turn off the lights, she found a figure under the street lamp in front of her house.
She stuck her head out to distinguish carefully, then grabbed an umbrella in surprise and rushed downstairs.
"Song Yiran? Why are you here!" Lin Xiaoxue raised the umbrella over Song Yiran's head, his hair was wet, and he looked a little embarrassed.
In her eyes, Song Yiran has always been a man with good demeanor and good looks, and it seems that no matter what kind of problems he can solve easily.
He always looks like a light cloud and wind, when did he show such an expression
"Is Ke Song back?" Song Yiran's voice sounded like she already knew the answer.
"No. But she called to tell me that my dad won't be back tonight. She will go directly to the competition tomorrow." Although Lin Xiaoxue felt that she shouldn't ask, she couldn't help but ask, "Did something happen? "
"Nothing. Did she say where she was?"
"No. Do you want to go in..."
"thanks."
Before Lin Xiaoxue finished speaking, Song Yiran turned around and returned to the car, which drove away quickly.
Along the way, Song Yiran kept calling Lin Kesong's cell phone, but only the system replied.
His car drove to the door of Jiang Qianfan's villa, where it was already pitch black.
The wipers swayed in front of his eyes, Song Yiran looked at the iron gate surrounded by climbing roses gloomily, and left a message on Lin Kesong's WeChat for a long time.
"Are you with Jiang Qianfan?"
Still no reply.
Song Yiran leaned back on the back of the seat, shrugged his shoulders and laughed silently.
He turned his face sideways, looked at the cake box on the seat next to him, lowered his body and lay on the steering wheel.
The phone in his pocket rang, and Song Yiran had no desire to answer.
But the caller didn't want to give up. After a few minutes of continuous vibration, Song Yiran finally answered the phone number.
Kevin's cheerful voice came: "Hey, did you get so high at the birthday party? Didn't even answer the phone of an old friend?"
"What's the matter?" Song Yiran replied coldly.
"Oh - I just heard a piece of news. Your eldest brother listened to your uncle's advice, mortgaged the Ruiheng Hotel to the bank, and borrowed the money to invest in the Audrey Hotel in New York. But the Audrey Hotel's reputation among its counterparts in New York has always been It has not been established, and the outside world is not optimistic about the Audrey Hotel."
Song Yiran frowned, "Is he crazy? The Ruiheng Hotel represents the history and status of the Song family in this domestic industry. He even took out the Ruiheng Hotel as a mortgage?"
"Too eager for quick success? In order to enter the New York market, they did not make enough preparations, did not accumulate enough local contacts or even found a stable partner, so they mortgaged the Ruiheng Hotel. They really thought that New York was the Is an inch of land an ounce of gold?" Kevin replied with a teasing, "It's just a pity that our current funds are not enough, otherwise we can bite down most of the 'Audrey' in one bite."
"What do you want Audrey to do? This hotel is destined to be difficult to build, and it can only be acquired by other hotel tycoons. Song Yifan will definitely want to sell Audrey to save Ruiheng. What we have to do is to suppress Audrey's acquisition. Price, when his capital is not sufficient, he will sell part of the shares of Ruiheng Hotel. We can just buy it.”
"Well... I told you such a great news, why did your voice sound so low?"
"Because you were late."
Song Yiran put down the phone, started the engine, and drove the car away.
The weather the next day was surprisingly sunny.
The sun slipped over the petals of the climbing roses, falling to the ground.
Lin Kesong felt someone caress the back of her head gently, as if she wanted to wake her up but was reluctant.
She frowned, opened her eyes, raised her face subconsciously, and met Jiang Qianfan's elegant lips.
His lips were always slightly pursed in the past, a little meaning that strangers should not enter.
But at this moment, there is a warm demeanor.