Chapter 15 08.24/My fiancée’s warm breath.

Chu Song returned to his room with his computer. He met Aunt Sophie in the corridor. Chu Song bent down, nodded, and greeted her.

"Why do you look so anxious?" Sophie smiled kindly, pushing a food cart in front of her. The two-layer food cart with intricate patterns was filled with various drinks and pastries.

Half an hour ago, Fan Tingnian called the restaurant again and asked them to prepare some desserts.

The cakes on the first floor of the dining cart were her favorites, but they were not ordered by Fan Tingnian. She ordered them herself after reading the menu.

She raised her hand to touch her hair, feeling a little sorry that she couldn't eat the cake, and replied to Sophie: "Well... I'll go back to my room."

The call to order food was made by Fan Tingnian. Sophie didn't know that the two of them were sitting together on the sofa in Fan Tingnian's bedroom watching a movie just a few minutes ago.

If Sophie knew about this, she would be shocked and would think about it seriously for an hour before telling Wan Ting about it.

Sophie looked at her lovingly and said, "Then go back. I'll take these things to Mr.'s room."

Chu Song nodded quickly and returned to his bedroom with his computer.

The next morning, Chu Song got up early, washed up, and leaned against the bathroom counter to communicate with the two staff members assigned to her by Shu Ang about the work progress.

The tables, chairs and cabinets are all hand-drawn drawings by her. She enlarged them and specially outlined the details. She also made three versions of the sizes. I would like to ask two staff members to help convert them into computer drawings.

However, there were some problems during the rendering. After the final draft was completed, it was found that the cabinet was too high, which would block some light to a certain extent. Chu Song communicated with the staff on the phone to see if the cabinet could be made lower and try again.

One of the staff members is a girl named Xiao Ai. The three of them are in a group, and the girl tagged her in the group.

Xiao Ai: [You are almost one of the designers who has worked here the longest so far.]

Xiao Ai: [Surprised]

Chu Song: [Wow, really?]

First Song: [【Proud Cat Head】]

Zhang Zhang: [Really? Before you, there were only three people who did this for more than a week.]

Chu Song: [So when were they fired?]

Zhang Zhang: [Both of them were on the second day after passing their probationary period, and the other was on the fifth day after passing the probationary period.]

Zhang Zhang: [So, tomorrow will be the fifth day of your trial period.]

First Song: [【Cat opens its mouth】【Cat is scared】]

Chu Song: [I won’t be fired tomorrow.]

Xiao Ai: [@Zhang Zhang, don’t scare her.]

Xiao Ai: [It's so hard to get some fresh blood here.]

Xiao Ai: [@Chu Song, come on, come on!]

Two minutes later, Chu Song put away her phone and sighed. She might be close to being fired. After all, so many people had been fired. She didn't believe she would be that lucky. But when she put her phone on the table, she thought of last night again.

Although this person had little exposure to new things before, she seemed to have a strong ability to understand and was particularly studious and inquisitive. Last night, I broke down the relationship between men and women and asked her many questions.

Although he may not have meant it unintentionally, his question really made her blush.

Chu Song finally recalled what happened last night, turned on the faucet, took a glass of water, and continued to rinse his mouth.

Ten minutes later, she came to the restaurant for breakfast, but it was already 8:40. She didn't know why Fan Tingnian was still eating breakfast. Usually, he would have finished his meal at this time.

There was a sound of conversation inside the door. It was Wan Ting who came back.

"Your mother said she wants to move your sculpture exhibition next year to the end of this year."

"Um."

"Your mother will also be there, and the venue will still be in Florence, at the art gallery owned by your grandfather."

The largest and highest-standard private art gallery in Florence is extremely famous throughout Italy.

Chu Song didn't hear Fan Tingnian's voice, but he must have nodded, because Wan Ting then changed the subject.

"And your mother suggested that you only go to Italy twice this year, or go out for a walk. After your birthday this year, you will be twenty-six years old, which is the right age for marriage."

But let alone falling in love, living here all day, the woman I see the most is probably Sophie.

Wan Ting, following Fan Tingnian's mother's instructions, of course also had his own concerns: "I still suggest you go out for a walk more often."

Chu Song didn't want to disturb the conversation between Wan Ting and Fan Tingnian, and was about to move to another restaurant to eat, but Sophie happened to see her.

Sophie was walking towards the dining table with a small dish of marinated lobster meat. When she saw her, she called out affectionately, "Chu Song, come and have dinner with us."

Wan Ting also saw Chu Song and nodded to her.

There was no reason to refuse, so Chu Song walked over.

When she walked around to the dining table, she tactfully changed her position, moving further away from Wan Ting and Fan Tingnian, and ate her meal quietly.

Sophie also brought her a small dish of raw marinated lobster meat.

She picked up a piece and put it in her mouth. It was so delicious that she squinted her eyes. She didn't know what seasoning was used for the marinated lobster meat, but it was sweet and a little spicy.

Sophie helped her get a glass of grape juice. Seeing her expression, she laughed softly, "It tastes good, doesn't it?"

“Yeah.” Chu Song nodded.

The conversation between Wan Ting and Fan Tingnian continued and turned back to work. Wan Ting was right. Fan Tingnian responded with an "um" from time to time and said no more than five words in total throughout the whole process.

Chu Song adhered to the habit of not talking while eating or sleeping, slowing down his movements and eating quietly.

Halfway through her plate of lobster, she felt something was wrong—she felt like someone was watching her.

Chu Song raised her eyes twice in a row, but failed to catch the gaze of the person looking at her. Just when she almost thought she was wrong, she raised her eyes for the third time and saw Shi Fan Tingnian looking at her.

But when her eyes met his, his expression changed in an instant, and she no longer had the sticky and bitter feeling she had just felt when he was staring at her. It was as if he was just looking at her normally.

When she wanted to take a closer look, he had already looked away.

"Your bread crumbs fell on the table," the man said.

"Oh, sorry." Knowing that Fan Tingnian was a mysophobe, Chu Song quickly took a tissue and wiped the table.

She thought it was because she didn't eat cleanly enough that Fan Tingnian kept looking at her, but when she finished her meal, picked up the drink on the table and answered Wan Ting's question, he looked at her again.

"Shu Ang said that you have been assigned two staff members?" Wan Ting asked.

Compared to Fan Tingnian, Wan Ting was actually more like her boss. Chu Song quickly stood up and answered seriously, "Yes, they were employees of Sister Shu Ang before. One was responsible for graphic design, and the other for overall rendering."

Wan Ting: "Did Shuang tell you the deadline for the work progress?"

"Sister Shuang said," Once Chu Song started working, he would show a different level of seriousness than usual. "Every five days is a milestone, and the first draft will be shown to her first. Only the third draft with excellent rendering will be given to Mr. Fan."

"Your belt." Wan Ting raised his hand and pointed at her elbow.

The top she was wearing today had decorative ribbons on the arms, which were now entangled around the back of the chair.

With Wan Ting's reminder, she looked down and wanted to reach out to pull it open, but her other hand was holding the cup and she was in a hurry and inconvenient. Wan Ting reached out to help her.

Wan Ting is about the same age as Sophie, and is like an elder to her.

It was at this time that Fan Tingnian came over.

When she started talking to Wan Ting just now, he seemed to look at her, but she didn't notice it. Now, perhaps because his eyes became more sharp, she noticed it.

She felt like prey again.

She couldn't figure out why Fan Tingnian looked at her, and even began to reflect on whether there was something wrong with her clothes today.

"Okay, report the progress of the work to her in real time. If possible, all furniture in the studio must be replaced within two months."

"Two months?" Chu Song was shocked by the urgency of the time.

"We have our own private factory. Once the draft is finalized, it will be delivered directly to the factory for production. If there is something that requires pure manual labor, we also have qualified and experienced craftsmen who are ready to work at any time."

Wow, they are indeed a wealthy family.

So when there is nothing to make, do those craftsmen still get paid even if they don't work?

Two minutes later, the conversation with Wan Ting finally ended, but Fan Tingnian's eyes still did not leave, and he even seemed to look at Wan Ting again.

Wan Ting finally noticed that the young man's gaze had been fixed on this side.

He looked over and asked in a gentle tone, "What's wrong?"

Fan Tingnian frowned, which was rare for him: "You're very noisy."

Wan Ting choked and said, "Okay, let's not talk about work while we eat. I'm leaving now. I have to go to Beicheng to visit your grandparents in the next two days. Feel free to contact me if you have anything."

"Yeah." The man's brows relaxed and his cold expression returned to normal.

Chu Song noticed that there was no food on his plate anymore and wondered why he hadn't left.

She sat down again and finished the last bit of shrimp and custard buns.

A few minutes later she finished eating, and the servant behind her came up to clear the dishes. Sophie asked her if she wanted some juice, and handed her a beautiful bottle of grape juice with a beautiful glass straw.

The tableware in front of Fan Tingnian was also taken away by the servant.

He stood up and looked at her: "I want to paint the plaster statue this morning."

Chu Song was stunned for a moment, then quickly pushed his chair and said, "Okay, I'll go to the studio with you now."

"Yeah." Fan Tingnian nodded.

The two of them came out of the restaurant and went all the way to the fourth floor. Chu Song exclaimed for the millionth time how huge this place was. It took them seven or eight minutes to walk from the restaurant on the second floor.

Fan Tingnian walked in front and Chu Song followed behind.

When he was almost there, Fan Tingnian stopped.

The entire fourth floor is Fan Tingnian's private space. Usually, no servants come here. He doesn't like to be disturbed when he is working, so the cleaning staff will only come when he is not there.

Chu Song looked at the broad back so close to him and felt that there seemed to be an inexplicable scent of male hormones in the air.

He has a great figure, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, which easily reminds people of the online joke about sexy men: "You can't see the ceiling."

The man in front of her turned around, and she stopped commenting on the boss in her mind.

Because he thought he was going to enter the house, Chu Song subconsciously followed him closely, and there was only half a meter between them.

When she tried to step back, the man suddenly bent over and moved closer, his nose almost touching the side of her neck.

Feeling the warm breath, she stopped all movements.

"You didn't wear perfume today?"

He was too close, and Chu Song felt a hint of ambiguity between them.

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