"What the hell is wrong with me?" Meng Yier was secretly puzzled.

Does she really like Yan Yichen?

That arrogant, invincible man.

How could she fall in love with him?

What she likes should be Ke Sen, the idol she has loved and admired for many years, the gentle and elegant man.

It is impossible for her to fall in love with the arrogant and arrogant Yan Yichen, there must have been too many things between the two in the past two days, and she was bewitched by him for a while.

Yes, definitely.

Thinking like this, she felt that the irritability in her heart had decreased slightly, and her mind slowly calmed down.

Meng Yi'er felt physically and mentally exhausted, and lay on the bed for a while.

At seven o'clock, Ke Sen called and said that he was already waiting downstairs. Meng Yi'er simply cleaned up and went out.

Ke Sen chose a Chinese restaurant, the dining environment is very good, antique, the atmosphere is quiet and warm, the design of the restaurant is also very private******* the student is very enthusiastic to lead the two to the pre-booked position to sit down, order the meal, and respectfully stand next to the two to serve the two.

Ke Sen waved his hand and motioned for the waiter to retreat.

Yan Yichen was still relieved in the end, and followed all the way.

His woman can't be abducted by others.

ordered the meal, sat down at the next table, and sat back to back with Meng Yi'er, with only a screen in the middle to cover it.

Therefore, Meng Yier did not notice that her every move was watched by Yan Yichen.

"Xiaoyi, do you like to eat Chinese food?"

Ke Sen's voice is always warm and beautiful, his handsome and extraordinary face has a gentle and elegant smile, and his gestures are full of the elegance of a humble gentleman.

That's right, that's the man she wants.

With such a perfect man in front of her, how could she like Yan Yichen's arrogant, naïve and rude man?

Finding that she couldn't help but think of Yan Yichen again, Meng Yi'er's eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Why don't you like Chinese food? If you don't like it, can we change it to one you like? ”

Ke Sen frowned at her and raised an eyebrow with a look of concern.

Meng Yi'er was slightly stunned, and hurriedly shook her head, "No, I like Chinese food very much, and after so many years in the United States, what I miss the most is Chinese food." ”

"Well, I also prefer Chinese food to Western food in the United States."

"Really?"

Ke Sen nodded, the smile on his lips disappeared, and his warm eyes darkened.

"Xiaoyi, you know what? My mom is Chinese...... too."

Xiao Yi. Xiao Yi.

It's really kind.

Does this girl let anyone else call her that?

This name has been hidden in his heart for sixteen years.

Such beautiful two words, he has never called her to her face like this.

Kirson hesitated for a moment, then continued:

"Her cooking is very, very delicious, when I was a kid, I could eat her every day, and I still remember the taste vividly."

Meng Yi'er casually clasped the table with her hand, made a pleasant sound, and said seriously:

"Your mother must be a very virtuous Chinese woman, I feel like I'm drooling when I hear you say that, and I hope that one day I will be lucky enough to eat the dishes cooked by my aunt."

As she spoke, Meng Yi'er licked her lips and smiled embarrassedly.

Kirson was amused by her cute appearance, and after a while, he withdrew his smile, and a heavy pain crossed his eyes.

"It's just that I won't be able to eat my mother's food again."