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...... I won't be able to eat my mother's food anymore. ”

Meng Yi'er was slightly stunned, and instinctively asked, "Why?" ”

Seeing the sadness in Ke Sen's eyes, Meng Yier knew that she must have poked someone else's sore spot, and regretted it and wanted to bite off her tongue.

Ke Sen lowered his eyes and looked at the cup in his hand for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking, Meng Yi'er couldn't see the look in his eyes.

"The ......"

Meng Yi'er hesitated for a moment to speak, but she didn't know what to say.

"My mom has been dead for many years."

The low, warm voice was soft, with a hint of sadness.

Meng Yi'er felt a burst of self-blame in her heart, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her soft voice was a little messy.

"I'm sorry to bring it up...... You're sad. ”

She didn't expect it to be like this, and suddenly felt a little distressed about the seemingly flawless man in front of her.

It turned out that he, like himself, did not have his mother's love.

Ke Sen put down the cup in his hand, pulled his lips, and smiled slightly, but that smile also seemed to be mixed with a thick sadness that could not be dissolved.

"It doesn't matter, my mother, who is actually from Haishi, came to China with her when I was fifteen years old, and we lived here for six years until an accident took her life. So this city, for me, means a lot. ”

When he said these words, Ke Sen's voice was soft and calm, as if he was talking about someone else's business, but the sadness in his eyes could not be concealed.

No one knew about that accident, and she couldn't get out of that accident for so many years.

Meng Yi'er pursed her lips, looked at his blue eyes and comforted:

"Ke Sen, life is impermanent, if Auntie is still alive, she must not want to see you sad for her."

Kirson nodded and smiled back, "You're right, we don't mention that. ”

The dishes were ready, and the two of them were eating with their heads down, neither of them spoke again, except for the occasional faint sound of spoons and chopsticks hitting the plate.

Yan Yichen on the other side frowned, his dark eyes were angry, holding the hand of the coffee cup, eager to crush the cup.

This girl cares too much about Kesen.

The more I thought about it, the more bored I felt.

He was eager to rush up and lock her tightly in his arms, swear to everyone that she was his woman, and cut off all illusions of other men.

The only reason left told him that he couldn't do that, it would only push her into the arms of another man.

"Ke Sen, I think I ...... about that thing"

Meng Yi'er stroked the fine hair that hung down in front of her forehead, looked into Ke Sen's eyes and spoke.

Ke Sen suddenly got up, leaned forward, and interrupted Meng Yi'er in half of what he said.

Meng Yi'er was slightly stunned, and looked at the handsome face who was suddenly close at hand in confusion.

The slender hand got closer and closer, and finally touched the corner of her lips, and the fingers rubbed lightly against his.

The warm touch from his fingers made Meng Yi'er stunned, and her eyes widened to look at the corners of his lips that were slightly hooked.

"There's something."

A deep and sexy voice rings in my ears, with a demagogic charm.

"Hmm."

Meng Yi'er involuntarily responded.

Ke Sen's eyes were firmly fixed on the delicate red lips, and the soft touch made her heart throb, and an unknown streamer crossed the bottom of her eyes.