The whole world used her to become an irresistible force.
She was in a hurry to wipe away her tears.
You must know that Jiang Qianfan does not like tears, because tears are a symbol of cowardice.
But she didn't expect that Jiang Qianfan kissed her cheek and wiped away her tears gently.
The temperature on his lips was like the sun falling into the sea, floating and soft, covering everything about her.
She hugged his shoulders tightly, and finally understood what it meant to have no turning back.
"Fool." His fingers dug into her hair, rubbing gently, "I'm actually glad you shed tears."
"why?"
"You will cry, it means you care about me."
Lin Kesong raised his head and found that the corner of Jiang Qianfan's lips was a shallow smile, like a quiet ripple.
“…What about your Chinese food street?”
"Do you think it's because you lost that you gave the Quentin Group a reason to attack me?"
Jiang Qianfan put his palm on Lin Kesong's cheek and asked softly against her forehead.
"Is it not?"
"Of course not. Even if you win, this project is still not mine in the end. Also, this is not the only street in New York, as long as I really want to do it, I can do it anywhere."
Hearing what Jiang Qianfan said, it seemed very reasonable. Without that street, there must be other places to fulfill his long-cherished wish.
"So stay by my side, do what you want to do, live the life you want to live, and the most important thing is never to think wildly."
"Well." Lin Kesong laughed.
Then she was very embarrassed to find that she didn't know when she had straddled Jiang Qianfan's legs.
She had only seen such a pose in movies, her face suddenly burned, she was about to stand up while supporting Jiang Qianfan's shoulders, but she didn't expect the other party to hold her waist easily.
"My legs don't go numb."
He raised his face and kissed her chin, the feeling of opening his pores made Lin Kesong shrug. The tip of his tongue slid lightly between her lips, occupying her lips and teeth, and her heart sank into the night with the setting sun.
As Jiang Qianfan said, she wants to live her life well and do what she wants to do.
She applied to New York University, where Song Yiran was, and passed the interview successfully.
When she came out of the interview office, Song Yiran was sitting on the seat waiting for her. He was surrounded by nervous students waiting for interviews, while he was holding a computer and following financial information.
Lin Kesong looked at his profile with his pockets in his pockets, thinking of his youth and ignorance.
"Hey, let's go, I'll treat you to dinner today!" Lin Kesong patted Song Yiran's shoulder.
"Really? Another person invited me to dinner today, and you're still today's chef."
Song Yiran raised his face and raised his beautiful eyebrows.
"Who is it? Uncle?"
"No, Jiang Qianfan."
"Qianfan? He invited you to dinner? Impossible? What happened to you?"
"Probably he is worried that I and you are in the same university and the same department, near the water tower!"
Song Yiran slowly put away his laptop, put his jacket on his shoulders, and got up and left.
"What? No way? What's the matter with you?"
This is the most troublesome thing for Lin Kesong: her lover and her childhood sweetheart are not compatible!
Therefore, when Song Yiran was sitting lazily at the dining table on the terrace of Jiang Qianfan's room, drinking the freshly soaked Yuqian Longjing, and across from him was Jiang Qianfan, who was holding a blind stick and looked indifferent, what did Lin Kesong think? Weird.
"Ke Song, I want to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes! It has to have a thick gravy!" Song Yiran showed a heartless smile, obviously wanting to let her go.
Lin Kesong looked at Jiang Qianfan, and when the other party spoke, she almost didn't make her choke on her.
"Don't worry, I won't knock him to death with a blind stick."
How can I be at ease when you say that!
But even if 110,000 people were worried and curious, Lin Kesong still had to go to the kitchen. She knew that these two guys must have something very important to talk about.
When Lin Kesong left, Song Yiran's fingers circled around the edge of the teacup, and when he returned to the starting point, he put away the smile on his lips.
"I know that Mr. Jiang has always been direct, so I'll just say it straight. You have what I want there."
"You have what I want too."
"Oh? What?" Song Yiran touched his chin, looking curious, "I actually have what you want?"
"You and your partners are planning to make a theme park, aren't you?" Jiang Qianfan's face did not change at all.
"Oh... You want to put a Chinese food street there, the idea is really good."
"It's also good for you. You don't have to worry about any problems with the food in the theme park, and it will be very unique. You must know that Jiang's has the most experience in the management of food and beverages, and you don't need to worry about it."
"And theme parks will also bring popularity to your Chinese food. This is indeed a good way of mutual benefit. Your head is not as old-fashioned as it looks." Song Yiran pulled the corners of his lips and tapped his fingers on the table. Knock, "However, if you really want me to join forces with Mr. Jiang, at least please show some sincerity."
"Well, I'm willing to sell 50% of my shares in Ruiheng Hotel. With this 50%, it's enough for you to win over your big brother, right?"
"What about the remaining fifty percent?"
"Are you sure you don't need Jiang to supervise the catering management of Ruiheng Hotel?"
Song Yiran didn't look away. After a few seconds, he asked, "Did you expect this day to come?"
"It should be said, I have been planning today."
"Aha, that's why I hate you. You plan everything, be meticulous, and do everything step by step." Song Yiran raised the corners of his lips, "But even if I am willing to cooperate with you, China Food Street will continue in the theme park I invested in. Operation, can you guarantee that the Quentin Group will not continue to attack you? This is like a contest between two catering giants.
"What Jessica Quentin can do, I can do too."
"I look forward to it."
At this time, Lin Kesong pushed the cart and came in front of them. He looked at Jiang Qianfan and Song Yiran a little nervously. Seeing that the two were safe and sound, Song Yiran also drank most of the teacup in front of him. The most important thing was that I didn't feel the tense atmosphere, and Lin Kesong could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Lin Kesong brought tomato scrambled eggs, hometown tofu, and braised pork to the table.
Song Yiran showed a happy smile, rubbed his hands and said, "I haven't eaten home-cooked food for a long time!"
Before Lin Kesong could speak, the guy scooped up a large spoonful of tomato scrambled eggs and put it into his mouth.
"Hey! I haven't eaten yet! Why did you eat it first!"
"Does it matter?" Song Yiran picked up his chopsticks and took a piece of braised pork, "Yeah! Hmm! It's smooth and tender, and the gravy is delicious. I will definitely eat two bowls of rice today!"
If Jiang Qianfan wasn't by her side, she would really hit this guy's head with chopsticks.
"What did you say?" Lin Ke Song couldn't help but ask. She knew there would be no answer to asking Song Yiran, so she turned to Jiang Qianfan.
But Jiang Qianfan didn't answer her question, "Would you be afraid if you were asked to play against Jessica Quentin?"
"Jessica Quentin? Wasn't she Victor's mentor?"
The most important thing is that she is a famous top chef in the industry... How can I possibly have a chance against her
"If it's against Jessica Quentin, what should I be afraid of? Will she eat me? And, even if I lose to her, I'm not ashamed."
"Um."
Jiang Qianfan's fingers covered the edge of the bowl, and Lin Kesong gave him a piece of braised pork.
I don't know since when, Jiang Qianfan stopped commenting on her cooking
"Is it delicious?" Lin Kesong asked tentatively.
"Well, it's delicious."
Song Yiran looked at the two of them, raised the corners of his lips, and there was a hint of stun in his eyes. He deliberately put up his legs, and his toes occasionally touched Lin Kesong's calf.
If there is nothing, whenever he first touches her, Lin Kesong will look across with his eyes, signaling the other party to stop playing.
But Song Yiran was having fun more and more, watching him eat his hometown tofu while pulling the corners of his lips, this guy was waiting for her to lose his temper.
Lin Kesong just ignored him, while serving Jiang Qianfan vegetables, he quietly kicked Song Yiran away.
After a few rounds, Song Yiran became more and more fun.
Jiang Qianfan took out the folded blind stick from his pocket and opened it.
"What's wrong?" Lin Kesong asked.
"It's nothing." Jiang Qianfan suddenly poked his blind stick from under the table to Song Yiran.
Everything was too sudden, Jiang Qianfan's movements were neat and fast, and Song Yiran was hit in the lower abdomen, almost spitting out the food in his mouth.
Lin Kesong was stupid. She knew that Jiang Qianfan's hearing was very good, and Song Yiran's small movements would definitely not be able to hide from him. But who would have thought that Jiang Qianfan would make such a move
Song Yiran's face flushed, she covered her stomach and turned to one side, her other hand clenched her fist and pressed it on the table.
"Hey... are you okay?" Lin Kesong went to see him worriedly.
"He's fine, let's eat." Jiang Qianfan clasped his beautiful fingers on the table.
Although Lin Ke Song wanted to say that he deserved it, but... he felt a little sympathetic to him.
The day after the dinner, Jiang Qianfan went to attend a charity dinner, while Lin Kesong sat side by side with Song Yiran in the library of New York University, reading a book together. After all, she was about to choose a course, and she had to know something about the course. Song Yiran, on the other hand, was checking the news on the school's wireless network.
"What are you looking at?"
"I'm looking at the official website of Gourmet Magazine."
"Ah? Official website? What news makes you so interested?" Lin Kesong's head moved closer.
"Oh, Jiang Qianfan has declared war on Jessica Quentin." Song Yiran looked like she was watching the show.
And Lin Ke Song almost choked to death on his own saliva.