Chapter 30 09.05/I Can’t Accept a Week Without My Fiancee…

Chu Song felt that the direction of things was a bit strange.

There were still tears on her face from when she was frightened.

The man standing in front of her glanced at her and saw her. Then he raised his hand to lift her face, put his lips on her tears and kissed them away.

He pressed his lips against hers, and even extended his tongue to lick the skin at the corner of her eye.

Chu Song shrank back half a step, his kiss was not pure love at all!

But he didn't seem to notice her retreat. He put his hands behind her waist and kissed the corner of her other eye.

"Your lips touched my tears..." Chu Song placed her hands on his chest, trying to push him away a little and raise her head from his arms.

The man still had that slightly dull expression, but his eyes became more focused when they landed on her. He touched her chin and his gaze fell on her lips again. "It's okay. I don't mind other body fluids either."

Chu Song's ears felt a little hot. She felt that Fan Tingnian might not know how indecent these words were.

She tilted her head and looked at the pattern of the carpet under her feet. She was hesitating whether to tell Fan Tingnian not to say such irrelevant things in such an academic tone, when her chin was pinched by the person in front of her again.

"What are you thinking about?" The light in the corridor was behind him, and his eyes looked darker under the backlight.

Chu Song held his wrist, trying to get him to loosen his grip. She turned her head to the side and could only speak truthfully, "...you."

The man was stunned for a moment, then his cold expression softened a little: "I thought you were thinking about the man you often chat with."

Chu Song was still in shock and her reaction was slower than usual. It took her a few seconds after Fan Tingnian finished speaking before she realized that he was talking about Duan Linsheng.

She frowned and explained, "I don't chat with him often. We hardly talk about anything other than the game..."

Before she finished speaking, Fan Tingnian pinched her chin and kissed her temple: "I'm very happy, so do you want to sleep together tonight?"

Chu Song didn't understand why the topic had turned to this again. She pushed Fan Tingnian back a little and whispered, "No, no..."

Although the last time was on Monday, I don’t know how many condoms I used between Sunday and Monday. How is it possible for a person to indulge in such sexual activities?

"But we are in love." He used this to pressure her again.

He leaned over to her ear and gently gathered her hair. His lips lingered near her ear, and he spoke slowly, "But we haven't been together for four days since Monday. The last time we spoke was yesterday at lunch, when you asked me if I wanted to drink that damn grape juice."

Chu Song was startled: "What the hell is grape juice?"

The man stood up, his broad back blocking out the light from the corridor. His tone was somewhat dejected: "We haven't spoken in a long time, but you only smiled at that glass of grape juice while eating."

Chu Song felt that the scene he described was a little strange, and whispered carefully: "I didn't smile at the grape juice. I was just very happy to drink it, and I couldn't help but smile."

She explained it seriously, as if it was important to her that he was unhappy about the grape juice.

His mood improved a little and he pinched her face: "I forgive you."

The first verse was inexplicable and strange.

"So can we go to bed together now?" He took her hand, interlocked their fingers, and bent down to kiss her on the lips.

Chu Song was afraid that if she didn't agree, the two of them would continue to kiss like this in front of her room door. After all, they had kissed many times since he came here. Finally, she nodded.

Fan Tingnian seemed pleased with her decision and bent down to kiss her again.

Chu Song was led by Fan Tingnian and followed him towards his room.

She lowered her head and thought that she would be leaving here in more than a month. In fact, she had not yet figured out how to break up with Fan Tingnian when the time came.

After thinking for a while, she felt that, in fact, she and Fan Tingnian were not in love... At most, she was bewitched, and Fan Tingnian just happened to like her smell and appearance?

In fact, she didn't know what Fan Tingnian liked about her, but she didn't want to find out. She just regarded the two months here as a new journey in her life, and then returned to Beicheng and resumed her normal life.

She didn't tell Fan Tingnian when she left. After handing over all the work to Shu Ang, it should be considered a successful completion. She was only a very small part of Fan Tingnian's life, and he probably wouldn't pursue it.

She was almost in front of Fan Tingnian's room when the man in front turned around and saw that she was obviously distracted. He raised his hand and pinched her chin again: "What are you thinking about?"

He always liked to use this kind of action to control her recently. Chu Song's chin was pinched a little painfully, and she frowned. The man saw it and quickly let go of his hand, rubbing her red chin with his fingertips.

Chu Song still answered truthfully: "I'm thinking about you..."

I was thinking about how to "break up" with him, how to leave after work was over, and whether I should tell him.

Fan Tingnian seemed to be in a particularly good mood today. Hearing her words, he took half a step forward, clasped her waist with one hand, and lowered his head to kiss her passionately.

After the kiss, he wiped the water stains from the corners of her lips with his fingers and said in a very gentle voice: "I'm very happy. It seems that you have been thinking about me all day long."

Chu Song raised her head from his arms and saw the man's face clearly in the light from the corridor. He looked at her with gentleness and concentration.

She suddenly discovered that he seemed to be a "lover" who loved to express himself and was very good at complimenting her, although the last few times had been in bed.

He is simply a blessing for insecure people.

But this doesn't mean that he can do something reckless, like now he is going to bend down and kiss her again.

Chu Song quickly pressed her chest against his to stop him. The man straightened up and looked at her with a slightly puzzled look.

Chu Song felt that his eyes looked a bit like cannibalism. She swallowed her throat, raised her finger to the door handle behind him, and whispered: "Can we go in first..."

It's really easy to be spotted standing outside.

Finally, Fan Tingnian touched her hair again, from her temples down, his fingertips rubbed her chin, and nodded.

Finally entering the door, Chu Song breathed a sigh of relief, and then her cell phone rang again.

She glanced down and saw that this time it wasn't from the competition group or Wen Yao, but from her annoying former workplace.

The boss who forced her to resign was Song Huinan.

Although she resigned, in order to leave some room for future work, she did not block any colleagues or leaders, but simply quit the work group.

Even when Song Huinan had sent her several messages asking her to finish her work before leaving, she simply did not reply and did not delete his contact information.

Now this selfish boss who wants to squeeze every bit of surplus value out of his employees sent her another message.

The other party didn't even say hello and just sent her the link.

She had just glanced at it when the man behind her closed the door and walked over. He glanced at her phone screen and said in a deep voice, "You've changed to chatting with another man."

Song Huinan's profile picture didn't reveal his gender. Chu Song was surprised by his keen sense: "How did you know it was a boy?"

Unexpectedly, after this sentence, Fan Tingnian's eyes dimmed a little: "You are chatting with men again."

“…”

Chu Song gently pushed him away and walked towards the sofa: "It's work, and this person wanted to fire me for some personal reasons. He is a boss I hate very much."

"Hateful?"

Chu Song comforted him and looked down at his phone: "Yes."

"I only talked to him for two or three minutes." Of course, this is a formality.

Fan Tingnian stared at her for two seconds, then walked to another sofa very close to her and sat down. Compared to Chu Song's sofa, the sofa he sat on was in a slightly darker place.

After he sat down, he first glanced at the time, then raised his eyes, tilted his head slightly, and stared at her.

Song Huinan: [【Web link】]

Song Huinan: [The gym is forming two teams to participate in the AMND competition. We are short one person and have someone submit your name.]

The art museum where Chu Song originally worked was half government-owned and often co-organized events with some universities in northern city. Therefore, design-related competitions basically required teams to participate, especially international competitions like this, which had strict regulations and required the full number of participants to be registered.

Her brows furrowed deeply. If it was something else, she would have ignored it, but for this competition, if her name was registered, her own team would not be able to participate.

During the final review by the organizer, duplicate entries were discovered, and her own team's review would most likely not pass. After all, the museum's list was the official report, and the organizer would be more likely to recognize that one.

Chu Song was a little speechless: [I have already applied for resignation.]

Song Huinan: [The process is not yet complete.]

Chu Song thought about it carefully. There is an age limit for the competition. There are not many people of her age among the staff of the art museum. Moreover, her academic qualifications will give her certain extra points when reporting. Song Huinan used her to form a team to get extra points.

Although the resignation procedures were progressing very slowly, they shouldn't have been completed yet. She suspected that Song Huinan wanted her to be on the competition list, so he deliberately delayed her resignation procedures.

Chu Song was really a little angry.

Chu Song: [I'm sorry, I repeat, I've already resigned and will no longer be involved in any of the museum's work.]

Song Huinan: [Have you considered the difficulties your team will face when you resign? Young people these days just quit without any sense of responsibility.]

Song Huinan: [The leaders don't dare to say a word. If they do, they'll just walk away and quit. They're all like princesses, and can't say a word.]

Song Huinan was obviously being sarcastic.

Fan Tingnian lowered his head and looked at the time again. It had been three minutes.

But her brows were furrowed, as if she had encountered something unhappy. He restrained himself and did not remind her.

But he was even more upset with the person on the other end of the phone.

It made her unhappy, and it was a man.

He lowered his hand that was supporting his chin, wondering if he should ask her later and let Wan Ting check the other party's background.

At this time, Chu Song was already in a bad mood.

She frowned, thought quietly for two seconds, swiped the screen with her thumb, clicked on the link Song Huinan had just sent her, and took a closer look.

That’s right, the group to which Song Huinan reported her name, Song Huinan himself was the team leader.

In this case, she would not participate at all. Song Huinan is the team leader. If he wins the award, he will definitely take all the credit. If she goes, she will just be making things easier for others.

Song Huinan: [You've worked in the museum for two years. Has the museum ever treated you unfairly?]

Song Huinan: [It's just taking up your name, but you won't be allowed to do any work during the competition.]

Chu Song didn't believe it at all.

Song Huinan: [I've been your leader for two years, and now my words are meaningless??]

Chu Song was firm: "I will not participate in the competition as a team within the gym."

In the past, this kind of situation where people were still requisitioned by their former units even though they had resigned often happened. Song Huinan didn't expect that Chu Song, who he thought was a soft persimmon, was actually so tough.

He was probably angry and didn't reply for two minutes.

But not long after, he sent again.

Song Huinan: [Anyway, I've already submitted your name. If you want to form a team, go ahead and we'll see if it passes the review.]

Chu Song felt that Song Huinan was simply shameless.

Even two minutes after the conversation ended, she found herself being pulled into the competition group in the hall. There were twelve people in total, six in each group, and they were the two teams that were going to participate in the competition in the hall.

Song Huinan has always had a bad reputation among his subordinates, and the atmosphere in the group is obviously inactive.

A familiar colleague saw her being added to the group chat and sent her a private message: [Didn’t you resign? Why are you here too?]

Chu Song: [The resignation process is not complete.]

Colleague: [Oh oh.]

Colleague: [Sigh, I'm already busy enough, I don't know why I had to be dragged into this kind of competition.]

This colleague has been working for several years and has been away from school for a long time. He no longer has any thoughts of participating in the competition.

Chu Song looked at the group message again and again, then hung up her phone in anger. She needed to think about the solution carefully, as she was not sure whether the registration form had been submitted.

The phone was finally put down, and the man opposite looked at her for a while, making sure that she was not that angry before speaking.

"What happened?"

Chu Song heard the voice and looked up. She saw Fan Tingnian had taken off his watch on his right hand. He seemed to be timing.

She thought about what she had just told him was two or three minutes. She looked at the time and saw that ten minutes had passed. She quickly apologized: "Sorry, the three minutes I mentioned was just a lie. I didn't expect it to take so long..."

The man changed his sitting position, his eyes still on her, staring at her: "It's okay, I'm willing to wait for you."

"What happened?" He glanced at her phone, then looked at her and asked again.

Chu Song felt that he was a young master who was ignorant of the sufferings of the world and should not understand this kind of work.

She was so angry that her mouth was dry. She stood up, walked to the coffee table and wanted to pour a glass of water.

As she walked over, the man sitting there grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him.

He held her sideways, letting her sit in his arms. He observed her for a long time, raised his left hand, and pressed his fingertips against her brow, which still did not let go. "Why didn't you tell me?"

In fact, even though they had slept together twice, Chu Song was still not used to him hugging her in such an intimate posture.

She subconsciously stepped back a little, and was held back by Fan Tingnian, who held her arm with one hand and completely encircled her in his arms.

After two seconds of silence, she stood up from his arms, took two steps back, and retreated to the sofa. Since they were talking about serious matters, she felt she still needed to keep some distance.

But the man was obviously not satisfied with her sitting position. After she sat down, he stared at the sofa two meters away from her butt for a few seconds.

Chu Song said, "I've been preparing for a competition... The art museum wants me to join their team and participate under the museum's name."

"But I don't want to. First, I've resigned. Second, the team leader is my former boss. I worked there for two years and know what kind of person he is. Participating in a competition with him as the team leader might require a lot of work, but the honors I ultimately receive won't have anything to do with me. Third, participating in the in-house team might affect my own competition. Although the competition rules don't prohibit duplicate entries, generally, if you submit an application twice, only one of the competition groups will be retained."

However, there are indeed no hard and fast rules. She plans to ask the teachers at her undergraduate college tomorrow about the rules of the previous competition.

After finishing this long speech, she let out a breath, but her expression still didn't look any better.

Fan Tingnian's expression did not change, and he was still looking at her with the same gaze as before. Chu Song felt that it might be useless to tell him.

But the next second, the man suddenly changed his sitting position and read out a long string of English words in a very fluent and authentic British accent. It was the full name of the competition: "This competition?"

Chu Song was stunned: "Yes, how did you know?"

She thought about it and understood that although she had not told Fan Tingnian what specific competition she was participating in, she had mentioned the time and content of the competition.

This competition is indeed an international event. People in related fields know that design and art are inseparable, so it is not surprising that Fan Tingnian knows this.

When she realized what was happening, the man touched the water glass on the table beside him and said, "I can recommend your team to participate in the competition in the name of my studio. The review level is the highest level."

Chu Song was holding a pillow in her arms. When she heard this, she looked up and saw that the person opposite her touched the cup on the table with his right hand again, as if waiting for her answer.

In the AMND competition, participants are generally teams recommended by schools and institutions from all over the country, or teams that register privately. Of course, there is also a highest-level team that is recommended by insiders who have a say in the international arena.

Because there are not many people with international status, the teams recommended by unknown organizations may be "shoddy", and the teams recommended by these bigwigs can only be the best of the best, so they naturally occupy the highest level in the review mechanism.

"Can your studio recommend me to participate?" Chu Song remembered that she only knew Fan Tingnian's Chinese name. Who was he...

"My studio knows the organizer, and I also work at UTE."

UTE is a well-known art school in the UK and one of the organizers of this competition.

With Fan Tingnian's personality, he might not go out once a year. The reason he was able to work in that school was probably because he was so famous. The school did not require him to go there, but just wanted him to have a reputation.

Chu Song took a breath, calmed his mind, and asked carefully, "I want to ask what name you use for your paintings?"

Fan Tingnian glanced at her expression and gave her his name in Italian.

Chu Song gasped.

She really got to hold him on her thighs.

As they were in the same circle, she had actually heard of his name a long time ago. Even in her first year working at the art museum, the studio in charge of her exhibits had come into contact with his works. The museum was interested in purchasing one of his paintings, but perhaps because the price was too high, or perhaps because his works were already scarce, they ultimately failed to reach an agreement with Fan Tingnian.

"Do you need my recommendation?" He looked at the young woman sitting opposite him.

Then he glanced at her phone and said, "Even if your art museum still submits the list, it will not disqualify the team I recommend because of that team formation."

Not only will it not be cancelled, the team recommended by Fan Tingnian should have a straight track in the official review.

"But if you're sure you need my recommendation, I might need to go to the tournament venue," to communicate with the officials, and I'll need his signature. "I'll be gone for a week, and I'd like you to come with me."

Chu Song was still thinking: "Hmm?"

The man supported his chin with one hand, his dark eyes looking straight at her, and said bluntly: "I can't accept not sleeping with you for a week."

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Author's words: Fan Tingnian: Simply sleeping

Song Song: I don’t believe it!!

[dog head][dog head]