Chapter 24 08.31/It is the second gray cloth, tightly wrapped...

Chu Song was afraid that he would accidentally delete this initial avatar, so after thinking about it, he clicked on the avatar and added a note for it.

When she returned, the other party had already sent her a message: [When you are chatting with me about work, you are not allowed to chat with others about work.]

Perhaps he felt that his words were too blunt, so after a few seconds he added.

Fan Tingnian: [I don't like people who are half-hearted about their work.]

Chu Song: [Yeah.]

She responded a little coldly, and then the words "the other party is typing" appeared repeatedly on the dialog box. Chu Song was waiting for steak and had finished his foie gras. Now he had nothing to eat, so he waited a little longer.

However, this line of words appeared repeatedly at the top for almost ten minutes. In the end, no message appeared in the dialog box, but the line of words disappeared.

However, Chu Song did not feel relieved. Instead, she had a vague illusion from nowhere, and always felt that Fan Tingnian was staring at her through the phone screen.

Three seconds later, she dispelled the perverted thoughts in her mind, turned off her phone screen, and placed it upside down on the table.

The conversation between Xiao Ai and Zhang Zhang continues.

Seeing that Chu Song had finally stopped looking at his phone, Xiao Ai turned the conversation to her. She gestured with her fork, even more excited than Chu Song. "Song Song, did you know that the two design drafts you submitted today were also approved?"

Chu Song raised his eyes.

She was so busy fighting a guerrilla war with Fan Tingnian today that she didn't notice the message Shu Ang sent in the group.

Xiao Ai: "Sister Shuang said that Mr. Shu had no opinions on the first three drafts. He even praised the side pattern of one of them, saying it was beautiful."

Xiao Ai chattered non-stop, feeling like she had hit the jackpot: "You're the designer who's stayed the longest in recent months. Our workload has been reduced, so maybe the design of this batch of furniture will be finished soon, without having to go through the motions again and again. Song Song, you're amazing! You'll definitely have a bright future!"

Chu Song felt a little guilty. She gently rubbed the tip of her nose with her right hand, smiled with her eyes curved, and then pondered for a moment. When the servant brought the steak, she reached for her phone again.

She opened the dialog box, but before she started typing, the message "The other party is typing" appeared on the screen again.

But still no message pops up in the dialog box.

Chu Song turned the phone over and looked at it again and again, even suspecting that the phone was broken.

Fortunately, these strange words appeared for a while and then disappeared.

Chu Song: [Mr. Fan, I want to discuss something about work with you.]

Less than a second later, the other party replied: [OK.]

Although this goes against her original intention of staying here for a long time, if it is because of the "entangled" relationship between her and Fan Tingnian that Fan Tingnian gave her a back door, at least she feels a little guilty now.

She still hoped that he approved her drawings because he liked her design, and not for any other reason.

Chu Song thought for a moment and said politely, "I hope you truly approve of my design, not just give me the green light."

After three seconds of silence, the other party replied: [What does green light mean?]

Chu Song forgot that he was a foreigner.

Chu Song: [You approved my design because you really liked it, not for any other reason.]

After sending the message, I waited for a long time, and probably the other party finally figured out the meaning of this sentence.

Fan Tingnian: [What's the difference between liking you and liking your drawings?]

Chu Song held the phone in her left hand, and her index finger rested on the edge of the phone and moved it gently. She was always inexplicably moved by Fan Tingnian's words. It was hard not to be distracted by such words.

She took a deep breath, suppressed her excited emotions, and explained patiently.

First Song: [It is different.]

Chu Song: [If you approve of my drawings and I get a job opportunity, and I can continue working here, it proves that I am very capable. I will be very happy. But if it is for other reasons, not recognition of my own work ability, I may not want to continue working here...]

In fact, for the sake of money, she is still willing to continue. Everyone is willing to bend over backwards for a few pieces of silver. But she is definitely not as happy as she is now. After all, she stayed up late to revise those pictures many times.

Fan Tingnian: [I like your drawings.]

He spoke so quickly that Chu Song was skeptical.

The next second, another message popped up on the screen. The man's words were so logically clear that one had to believe them, but there was also a feeling that the logic was too clear, making it even more obvious.

Fan Tingnian: [I have very high requirements for the artistic quality of design. Any image that is acceptable must meet my aesthetic standards. Otherwise, if I put it in my room, I would rather never go back to that room. I cannot accept having ugly things in my room.]

Chu Song thought about how he would even pick good-looking asparagus when eating it, and temporarily believed what he said.

She exhaled slowly, temporarily passing over the topic, and put down her phone.

The steak on the plate is made of premium eye steak, wrapped in a layer of bread-like milky puff pastry, and dipped in black truffle pepper salt. It tastes very good.

Chu Song only took fifteen minutes to finish the steak. When she picked up her phone again, she found that the dialog box with Fan Tingnian would occasionally pop up with the message "The other party is typing."

Chu Song calmed down, frowned slightly, and thought that the phone might not be broken.

Chu Song: [Are you typing?]

The words "The other party is typing" appeared again.

Fan Tingnian: [Is this conversation over?]

Chu Song: [What does it mean?]

Fan Tingnian: [You just talked to me about work. I sent the last message fifteen minutes ago, but you haven't replied to any of my messages.]

Generally, when one party stops talking, it’s over.

Chu Song: [Yes.]

Fan Tingnian: [Then why didn’t you tell me?]

Fan Tingnian: [I have been waiting for you.]

Fan Tingnian: [Leaving without saying a word is a very bad behavior.]

Fan Tingnian: [I really hate this kind of behavior.]

Chu Song felt that he was a little too serious... Never mind, his thought process seemed to be somewhat different from that of normal people.

Chu Song: [Sorry.]

Chu Song: [【Really sorry. Emoticon】]

The emoticon is very cute. It is a white cat holding its chin and apologizing. It has big eyes and a pink heart in the upper left corner.

Fan Tingnian: [It’s okay.]

Fan Tingnian: [I forgive you.]

Chu Song breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the last line. Although Fan Tingnian didn't seem that scary when he was angry, she still didn't want him to be angry. Besides, it was indeed her problem, so she should tell him about it when it was over.

Chu Song: [I’ll tell you next time.]

First Song: [【Bow.Cat Emoji Pack】]

Ten minutes later, Fan Tingnian got up and left the workshop. He had stayed in the studio all day and did nothing.

Wan Ting informed him that the sculpture exhibition will be next year and the most recent painting exhibition will also be at the end of next year, so he has no work in the second half of this year.

He paints and exhibits in international circles, always using his Italian name instead of his commonly used Chinese name, so some people who are not clear about his background often contact his work team to ask him to paint.

The person who commissions the article is either rich or noble, but whether he accepts it depends on his mood. Even if he doesn't accept it, it will not cause any loss to him.

His unique artistic style and great talent have given him a high status in the international art circle. His manuscripts are hard to come by, and the inflated prices have further increased his value.

Recently, two more companies contacted Shuang, hoping to arrange a manuscript.

When Fan Tingnian walked back to the bedroom, he picked up the documents he had thrown there a few days ago, flipped through them, and called Shu Ang.

He is in a good mood today and plans to take on a manuscript.

After hanging up the phone with Shuang, he put the documents wrapped in the brown paper bag back on the table and saw the hairband on the table.

A very thin light purple rubber band with a dark decoration in the center.

He picked it up and took a look at it, confirming that it was left by Chu Song. She had come here to watch a play with him some time ago and had tied this rubber band in her hair, he remembered.

He picked up the thin rope with his right hand, looked at it for a few seconds under the light in the room, then lowered his right hand and put the rubber band around his wrist.

There seemed to be her scent on the rubber band, but it was very faint compared to her in person.

Fan Tingnian frowned and walked into the bathroom wearing the rubber band.

The next morning, just after getting up, Fan Tingnian contacted Chu Song on WeChat and said that he wanted to paint the plaster statue again today.

Chu Song was still sleepy at the time, and he swiped the screen with his fingers to look at it repeatedly. Before his eyes became sore, he realized that the WeChat user with the creepy initial avatar was from Fan Tingnian.

Chu Song: [Today?]

First Song: [Morning or afternoon?]

Fan Tingnian: [When do you have time?]

Chusong's schedule is very flexible. The work is not stressful unless it is the final rendering and editing time. Inspiration does not come from sitting in the studio all the time. Many times I have to get up and walk around, or look at something else to come up with good design ideas.

Chu Song: [Not busy today.]

First Song: [Both are fine.]

Fan Tingnian: [Apply it all day long.]

Chu Song took a deep breath: [Okay.]

She had an appointment with Fan Tingnian at 9:30, so she went to the restaurant for breakfast, then returned to her bedroom, packed her things, and went to the fourth floor to find Fan Tingnian with her computer and drawing board.

Fan Tingnian has been painting in the studio with the swimming pool these past two days.

When Chu Song walked in with the things in his arms, he once again felt the luxury that hit him.

Fan Tingnian didn't know what he told the servants to do, but they moved most of the plaster statues in the other room here and placed them on a golden bust.

Half of the hollow patterns on that shelf were made of pure gold. When Chu Song passed by, he really wanted to break off a piece.

She withdrew her gaze and walked forward towards the swimming pool.

The clear and private private swimming pool hanging high in the sky always reminds people of a blushing and heartbeating scene. Chu Song let out a light breath, and then saw the ripples in the water of the swimming pool, and then he realized that Fan Tingnian seemed to be swimming.

No wonder she didn't see anyone when she first came in, she thought he was sitting on the pool terrace.

When they were almost at the steps of the terrace, the man in the water heard a noise and came out of the water. He was wearing a pair of dark grey solid swimming trunks made of racing fabric that wrapped him tightly.

Chu Song's breathing subconsciously stopped, and his eyes couldn't help but glance at a certain place, then turned away.

But she soon discovered that there was nowhere for her to look, because apart from the piece of cloth, there was no covering on the rest of his body.

His exposed upper body makes his muscular lines more visible - his broad shoulders, narrow waist and thighs are all covered with transparent water droplets.

He picked up a towel from a chair nearby, but did not put it on. Instead, he held it with one hand and brushed his hair with his right hand, letting the wet hair slide down to his chin, then walked straight towards her.

Strong male hormones filled the terrace. Chu Song held the things in his arms and subconsciously took half a step back.

Then she saw the purple rubber band tightly wrapped around his right wrist.

The man had already approached, and when he saw her stepping back, he said, "Perché vuoi nasconderti (What are you hiding from?)"

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