Chapter 25 09.01/This is the first update You always like to kiss after drinking...

"I don't understand what you are saying." Chu Song said helplessly.

The man raised his hand to brush away the wet hair on his forehead, and seeing the slightly frightened expression on her face, he changed his words to Chinese, which was not as aggressive as the Italian one just now.

His voice was also a little gentler than before: "I asked you why you retreated."

I don’t know if it’s because he has lived here for a long time and rarely socializes with others, but his speech has always been less colloquial and more like translated written language.

Then Chu Song felt his gaze pass through the strands of hair on his forehead and fall on her lips, and he took a step forward.

Chu Song's breathing paused slightly, and she took two steps back. She had retreated to the glass window leading to the room from the terrace, her heels almost touching the window.

She found that this standing position was really bad. She didn't want to look up and look at him, so she had to lower her head. In this way, she could only see the part below his abdomen.

The tight abdominal muscles, with water droplets hanging on them, were not pushed down into the swimming trunks. And what they said on the Internet was right, gray really does make people look bigger.

She looked away.

The man didn't seem to notice her abnormality. He placed the towel in his right hand on the top of her head and rubbed it gently a few times.

Two seconds later, he took off the towel again. His hair was a little drier than before. His facial lines were clean and neat, and his eyes were deep. He looked particularly sexy as he stared at her.

His eyes were on her face from beginning to end, scanning it slowly as if he was observing her.

Chu Song couldn't stand this atmosphere and broke it off by saying, "...Aren't you going to apply a plaster? Why are you swimming?"

The man still maintained the same standing posture, blocking her in the corner. Chu Song even felt that when he raised his hand, the clean water in the swimming pool splashed onto her.

"I'm used to exercising while working." He was still slowly drying his hair.

"Can you help me?" When Chu Song looked up at him, the man handed him a bath towel. "There's water on your back, so you can't see."

Chu Song's mind went blank for a moment. When he came to his senses, he had already taken the towel from Fan Tingnian's hand and turned sideways to face his back.

Even though Chu Song was a novice in fitness, he knew that men's back muscles were particularly well-defined. Their shoulders were broad, but not thick and ugly. Every texture was just right.

Under the sunshine on the terrace, the wild and vigorous tension is even more apparent.

Chu Song took a deep breath and felt that he could no longer hold back. Wen Yao said that physiological liking is also liking, and no one can resist this kind of physiological impulse.

"Why don't you wipe it?" The man turned around at the right time, raised his hand to support her elbow holding the towel, locked his eyes on her face, and began to observe her expression again.

Chu Song was distracted for a second, but he couldn't fully regain his focus: "Turn around."

Fan Tingnian turned around as he was told.

Yesterday, when he was taking a shower with her hairband on, he had a rare reaction. He had taken physiology courses since he was a teenager and had read many top papers on professional knowledge. He knew how to relieve stress and even knew the techniques, duration, and what was best for human health.

But he didn't do that. He lowered the water temperature and stayed under the shower for twenty minutes, waiting for the vigorous feeling to dissipate.

But now her fingertips accidentally rubbed his back, and that interest was easily aroused again, and he lowered his head to glance at her.

Two seconds later, he turned sideways, grabbed her wrist, and took the towel from her hand.

Chu Song looked at him strangely and saw that he had wrapped the bath towel around his waist.

She hadn't completely dried him yet, so she subconsciously asked, "What are you doing?"

He adjusted the towel with his right hand and stared at her.

“Penso che non vorresti vederlo. (I don’t think you want to see that.)”

"Mi odi (Do you hate me?)"

"It's a pity that even though you hate me, I like you."

Chu Song saw Fan Tingnian looking at her and said a string of very nice Italian words. His voice was hoarse, and when he spoke Italian, there was a kind of casual tone, gentlemanly and elegant, but she couldn't understand.

She frowned slightly and asked in confusion, "What are you talking about?"

The man bent down, helped her pick up the folder that had fallen at her feet, and handed it to her: "I said your file was dropped."

“Thank you,” Chu Song took it, still questioning, “Is this sentence so long?”

The man stared at her deeply, and after two seconds, he said: "Yes."

Chu Song and Fan Tingnian walked back to the room side by side. She saw him pull off the bath towel from his waist with his back to her and pick up a bathrobe from the sofa and put it on.

He slowly fastened his belt: "Where do you want to paint today?"

Chu Song felt a little strange and looked around. Wasn’t he the one who called her over?

Shouldn’t you ask him where to apply it?

"Where do you want to be?" she asked back.

Fan Tingnian had already fastened his belt, but the front of his shirt was half open. He raised his eyelids slightly and looked down at her. "I like you and want to stay with you, so wherever you apply the paint, I'll apply it there."

Chu Song was choked, thinking that it might be because of the foreign blood in his bones that made him speak so frankly and openly.

She couldn't help but feel a little moved. No one would be shaken by the confession of a man with such a face. Even if it was fake, a smile would appear on her face the moment she heard it. What's more, she felt that the other party seemed to be sincere.

She couldn't figure it out, and she hadn't figured it out for the time being. She took a deep breath and tried to ignore the topic again, but the man two meters away was already approaching.

Chu Song was standing at the end of the coffee table. If Fan Tingnian wanted to walk out from between the coffee table and the sofa, he had to go around her.

He walked up to her and stopped when he was about to pass by her. He cast that scrutinizing gaze on her face, examining her carefully.

After a few seconds, Chu Song couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to step away, he suddenly bent down.

His lips were close to her ear. He raised his hand, touched her face with his fingertips, and whispered, "It turns out that observation is really useful. Every time I say this, you seem to blush."

Chu Song spent the whole morning in a daze as she followed Fan Tingnian to another studio to paint the plaster statue. Even when she walked out of the room at the end of the afternoon, her mood was still not completely calm.

Fan Tingnian seemed to be very smart and had very high emotional intelligence and EQ. Even though he seemed to have never been exposed to this aspect before, he understood something from her words, and now combined with his own insights, he applied them to her and repeatedly manipulated her.

Chu Song leaned against the door and sighed softly.

She is a bit tangled and sensitive in nature, and sometimes she doesn't do things so decisively and efficiently. She will be hesitant and drag her feet.

For example, in the matter of Fan Tingnian, she admitted that she wanted to get involved, but when she thought about the differences in their backgrounds, including their living habits, environment, and even the differences in where they lived, she felt that she could not get stuck in this affair.

The most sensible thing to do now would be to finish this job well, get paid, go back to North City, pay a down payment on a small apartment, and then continue to live the rest of my life like everyone else.

This incident kept lingering in her mind and affected her until the next afternoon.

After the last incident of borrowing money, she blocked almost all the phone numbers of her family members, but Zhang Yan found a mobile phone number from somewhere and called her again.

Normally, she wouldn't answer numbers she didn't recognize, but maybe she had been influenced by Fan Tingnian these past two days, and her emotions had been fluctuating greatly. She occasionally got distracted and accidentally answered the call.

Chu Jiangshan was her father after all. Although he treated her poorly, he had paid for her schooling. Zhang Yan called and first mentioned Chu Jiangshan's illness. She listened patiently for a few words. Then, in a flurry of twists and turns, the topic came back to money.

Chu Song: "Impossible, I can't possibly use the money my mother left me to treat his illness."

Chu Jiangshan's illness was not that serious at all, and her family was not short of money. They said that just to cheat the money out of her hands, and she would never agree to it.

"But you know your brother will need the family money in the future. He's a boy, so you have to leave some for him..."

Chu Song interrupted her: "First, no matter if they are boys or girls, as long as they are human beings with hands and feet, they can make their own money. Second, are boys nobler than girls? If you think they are nobler, then why leave money for them? They can still earn more than girls if they go out to beg."

Zhang Yan was embarrassed by what she said: "What are you talking about? I asked you for money to treat your father's illness. Where is your filial piety? I said a few more words to you, and you humiliated your brother..."

"I won't give out my money. If you think I did something wrong, you can curse me behind my back, but my decision won't change."

After Chu Song hung up the phone, he blocked the number before Zhang Yan called back.

Not long after, Chu Jiangshan's sister, her aunt Chu Jiangshui, also called her.

When she was a child, her mother had just passed away. Before Chu Jiangshan took her to his new home, she lived in Chu Jiangshui's house for a while.

"Aunt." Chu Song's tone was much better than when he was facing Zhang Yan just now.

Chu Jiangshui certainly knew about her family's situation, but she was just a relative and an ordinary person herself, and was often powerless to do anything.

After chatting for a few sentences, Chu Jiangshui turned the topic to trivial daily life and asked her some questions about work and marriage.

After hanging up the phone again, Chu Song leaned against the wall and sighed softly.

She was still in the workshop on the second floor. Xiao Ai and Zhang Zhang went out to eat, but she was still rendering pictures on the second floor.

She stood up and walked from her seat to the window, leaned against the window and looked out for a while, checked the time, packed up her things and went to the restaurant to eat.

She arrived early today and there were not many people in the staff restaurant. The fussy young master had irregular dinner times and sometimes he would stay in the studio until the early morning when he was in the mood, so she usually didn't have to go to his restaurant for dinner.

She was in a bad mood today, and the meal took a long time. It was almost eight o'clock when she came out of the restaurant.

As she walked out of the restaurant, she heard someone calling her from behind. It was a familiar and friendly voice.

She turned around, her eyes a little happy: "Aunt Sophie."

Sophie had a kind face and always had a smile on her face. Seeing Sophie at this time undoubtedly soothed her heart.

Seeing Sophie pushing the food cart, Chu Song walked over to help her: "This is..."

Sophie answered her: "Some wine."

The two of them walked to the lounge next to the restaurant. Sophie asked her, "I brewed this. The Fan family has some estates in the southeastern United States, and they use Muscadine grapes grown there. I brewed it two months ago, and it tastes just right now. Do you want to try it?"

Chu Song was in a bad mood, so he nodded without hesitation: "Okay."

Chu Song helped push the dining cart to the lounge, next to Fan Tingnian's restaurant. There was a row of wine racks against the wall, filled with many transparent glass bottles. The liquid inside was crystal clear, and one could tell from the smell that most of it was wine.

Sophie would put all the wine she brewed here.

Chu Song leaned closer, fanned it with his right hand, and sniffed it. Sophie wiped her hands with a wet towel, put on an apron, and walked up from behind: "Silly child, you can't smell it unless you open the lid."

The wine in the bottle was of ordinary color, some white and some red, one of which was darker in color. Sophie told her it was made with pomegranate.

Chu Song felt like he had entered a huge wine vat. On the shelf was a bottle of turquoise wine made from kiwi fruit.

Sophie tidied up the wine rack, picked out two glasses for her from the cabinet, and selected a few kinds of wine, pouring her a little bit of each.

Chu Song tasted them one by one. Since they were in the castle, she could just go upstairs to sleep if she drank too much. There was nothing to worry about, so she drank a little more.

"How is it?" When Sophie packed up her things and walked out from the inner room, Chu Song had already finished two glasses of wine.

Chu Song nodded, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "It tastes good."

Sophie came over, washed the few small bottles she had just taken out from the inner room, and placed them on the shelf. She turned around and glanced at her obviously distracted expression, then asked again, "What's wrong?"

Chu Song focused his eyes and raised his head.

Sophie said gently, "It seems that you are in a bad mood today."

Maybe it was because of the wine, or maybe it was because Sophie's tone was too gentle, Chu Song suddenly felt like talking.

She twirled the empty wine glass with a little liquid in her right hand: "My family called me today. I have...an average relationship with them."

Sophie walked back and poured herself a small cup: "Is that why?"

Chu Song shook his head: "Not entirely. After listening to what they said, I suddenly felt a little confused."

Like most people, she has always lived an orderly and routine life.

She was a little confused: "Learning new things is for exams, going to school is for finding a good job, and falling in love is for getting married and having children. I don't want to follow this pattern, so I feel a little..."

Then she thought of Fan Tingnian: "But if I don't follow this model, I don't know how to live."

Sophie thought for a moment and replied, "We live for the sake of living, not just to find that result."

"Living for the sake of living?" Chu Song looked up.

Sophie smiled and said, "We live for the sake of life itself. If the result doesn't mean that much to you, then the process may be more important."

Sophie: "And how do you know that the process you want to choose now will not have a good result?"

The wine brewed by Aunt Sophie is really delicious. In addition to grape wine, she also drank a glass of pomegranate wine. The dark red liquid was served in a glass, and both the color and taste were top-notch.

Chu Song felt a little dizzy, and she clearly felt that her reaction was a little slow. She stood up with the help of the table and said goodbye to Sophie: "Aunt Sophie, I'm leaving first. Thank you for the wine."

Sophie touched her head, confirming that she had only drunk a little more and was not drunk, and said gently: "Okay, go upstairs and go to bed."

"good."

"A hot bath will make you sleep soundly."

"Um."

She walked out of the lounge on the second floor and went to the elevator at the end of the corridor. When she reached the elevator, she just pressed the elevator button and the closed elevator door reopened, revealing Fan Tingnian standing inside.

She was stunned for a second, then bowed and said, "Mr. Fan."

Fan Tingnian didn't know where he had just gone. He was wearing a white shirt that was even straighter than usual. His eyes swept across her eyes and fell on her lips.

Then, perhaps sensing that she had been looking at his clothes, he explained, "I just went to the building behind and had a video conference."

Chu Song remembered that Wan Ting had said that he managed some of the family's investment businesses.

She nodded and stepped into the elevator.

As soon as the elevator door closed, the person next to her turned around again, his eyes falling over, sweeping across her face, and then falling to her neck.

She smells very fruity today.

After a few seconds, the elevator stopped on the fourth floor.

Chu Song felt a little dizzy from drinking, and was a little slow when stepping out of the elevator, blocking the man behind him.

The person behind her held her arm, his warm hand grasping her elbow. After half a second, he let her go and looked at her deeply again.

Chu Song looked at him in confusion: "What's wrong?"

After saying that, he remembered that the renderings that he had promised to show him today had not yet been given to him. The electronic version had been sent to him, but there was also a paper version of the album.

All the pictures shown to him had to go through Shu Ang. When I contacted Shu Ang in the afternoon, he said he was busy.

Meeting him at this moment, Chu Song remembered this and asked, "Where are you going later?"

Fan Tingnian raised his hand to check his watch, his eyes swept across her face again: "Bedroom."

"Okay, I'll come find you later and show you the album. The work schedule is scheduled to be submitted today."

Actually, it’s okay to be a day or two late, but Chu Song is drunk now.

The girl's expression was serious. Fan Tingnian stared at her for two seconds and said, "Okay."

A few minutes later, Chu Song knocked on Fan Tingnian's door.

He was sitting on the sofa in the middle of the bedroom wearing the same shirt he had just put on. Images flashed on a screen not far away, and a movie was playing.

Chu Song took a quick look and it seemed like a foreign romance movie.

She had seen it, but didn't remember the details. She only remembered that in the later part, the hero and heroine spent the whole day in bed. There was a plot where the hero handcuffed the heroine's wrists to the head of the bed. It was a little fun between lovers. The two were locked in the room for three days and three nights.

She withdrew her gaze from the curtain, closed the door and walked in.

The man on the sofa turned his head to see her come in and put down the projector remote control.

Chu Song walked over, sat down on the sofa next to him, and handed him the album.

There was no light in the room, and the light was dim. Only the screen not far away was changing its image, emitting a soft light.

The man didn't answer, but looked at her for a while, then suddenly leaned forward, his nose almost touching the tip of hers.

Chu Song felt a little itchy because of him and wanted to move back, but he pinched the back of his neck.

He stopped her movements, sniffed her breath from close range, and after a moment, he said in a deep voice: "Have you been drinking again?"

Chu Song didn't think there was anything wrong with drinking. She broke free from his right hand and stepped back. She raised her hand to rub her nose, which he had tickled, and frowned: "...What's wrong with drinking?"

Of course, drinking is not good. He pinched her chin and said, "You always like to kiss me after drinking."

At such a close distance, Chu Song suddenly saw her rubber band still wrapped around his right wrist. It was dark purple and wrapped around his wrist bone.

Chu Song raised her hand to take it, but the man gently moved his hand away. She only had eyes for the hair tie and subconsciously turned over to sit astride him.

His strong thighs were beneath her hips, and she grasped the collar of his shirt with her right hand and sat in his arms.

She pulled the collar of his shirt open a little, revealing a very small mole on his neck. She stared at it for a while, then, bewitched, leaned over and took a bite of it.

Two seconds later, she let go of him and tried to get off him, but the man pushed her back with his knee.

He pressed his thumb against her lips, kneading them twice with his fingertips as if punishing her. There seemed to be a light laugh, and he said coldly: "You don't like me, but you always kiss me?"

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