"That man is better than me?"

After thinking for a moment, Yan Yichen's cold face crossed his mind, the corners of Meng Yi'er's lips rose slightly, and her soft voice became a little gentler.

"He is arrogant, cold and arrogant, always cold and rejects people thousands of miles away, but feelings are such a thing...... It's hard to tell, if you like it, you like it, and even I don't know what I like about him. ”

Ke Sen looked at the happiness on her face unintentionally, pulled her lips, smiled lightly, and asked lightly:

"Xiao Yi, will we still be friends?"

Meng Yi'er was a little moved, and her bright eyes looked at him firmly.

"Friends, of course, forever."

……

When I came out of the restaurant, the sky was still covered with foggy light rain, and the rain for two consecutive days made this summer night a little cold.

Meng Yi'er was wearing a skirt, and he had just come out of the dining room when a gust of wind blew, and the cold air mixed with rain and mist penetrated his body.

Meng Yier couldn't help but tremble, Ke Sen took off the suit on her elegantly and draped it on her body intimately.

Ke Sen's insistence on sending her back, Meng Yier was so gracious that she had to get into his car.

The car stopped downstairs in the community, Meng Yier got out of the car sideways, and Ke Sen held up an umbrella for her.

Meng Yier took off her blazer and handed it to him, with a grateful smile on her face.

"Thank you for the clothes...... Thank you for sending me back. ”

Kirson smiled and nodded, "My pleasure." ”

"Goodbye."

Meng Yier waved her hand and was about to turn to leave, but was stopped by Ke Sen.

"Little ......"

"Huh?"

Meng Yi'er looked up suspiciously, Ke Sen stood in the rain and fog with an umbrella, his slender and straight figure stretched by the dim street lamp, lonely and silent.

The deep blue eyes crossed a complicated look, and the deep voice seemed to carry a bit of forbearance and pain.

He looked at her quietly for a moment, without speaking.

"Is there anything else?"

Meng Yi'er looked at Ke Sen, who was a little distracted, and took the lead in speaking.

Ke Sen pulled his lips, gradually revealed his usual gentle and elegant smile, and said:

"If being with him doesn't make you happy, you can come to me at any time, and I will always be here for you."

Meng Yi'er was stunned, he didn't expect that after she rejected him, Ke Sen would say such a thing, and his heart was suddenly a little moved.

After a long time, she smiled and nodded, her smile bright and warm.

"Hmm...... Thank you. ”

Kirson walked slowly up to her, gently took her hand, leaned over and imprinted a gentle kiss on her hand.

……

All of this was seen by Yan Yichen, who was standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, his ink-like eyes were cold and dull, his lips were pursed, and the red wine glass in his hand was almost crushed by him.

This girl really deceived him.

She turned out to be going to see Corson.

Thinking of Ke Sen's eyes looking at her, Yan Yichen's eyes became a little colder, and the strength of holding the cup was also greater.

The elevator quickly stopped on the twenty-sixth floor, and Meng Yier got out of the elevator, looking down for the key card in her bag as she walked.

She had just stepped out of the elevator when a tall, straight black figure rushed out of the way, her wrists already tightly grasped.

"Yan Yichen?!"

Before Meng Yi'er could react, she was dragged by the man into the east house, Yan Yichen's house.