Chapter 53 09.20/Is it the first update or sleeping with me? ...

"Why are you talking to that man at night?"

"Which one?" Chu Song didn't know what he was asking.

"At the company entrance," he reached out and tapped her canvas bag with his index finger, "You even accepted his things."

The carriage was very quiet, and any sound was amplified, clearer than usual. Chu Song heard the rustling sound of the plastic bag when his fingers pointed at her backpack.

She swallowed and said, "It's a local specialty. He brought some home a while ago. Every colleague has one."

There was sweat on her forehead. Fan Tingnian glanced at her and wiped it away with his fingers.

"Just food?"

"right......"

The man said in a low, cold voice, "I don't like you accepting other people's things."

Chu Song heard it and shrank slightly in his arms. She still buried her head and had no desire to raise it. She was afraid to see Fan Tingnian's eyes.

After a moment, the man smoothed her hair and asked curiously, "Do you like local specialties?"

Chu Song had no idea what he was asking. He shook his head and nodded, then replied in a messy way, "...I like it."

After this, Fan Tingnian fell silent again. Chu Song clutched the fabric of his shirt with his left hand, exhaled, and tried to make a final struggle: "I'm not used to living here with you... Can I go back to my own home?"

"no."

Chu Song noticed that he had turned down the heater in the car a little, but she still felt hot and her clothes were sticking to her neck.

She felt Fan Tingnian's fingers running through her hair, hooking her hair, not knowing what he was doing. After a while, she felt her scalp tighten slightly and realized that he was braiding her hair.

This is so weird, why braid your hair at this time?

He was not good at it, but his slender fingers were like operating a sophisticated instrument. He slowly and carefully separated a strand of her hair and helped her braid it into a thin pigtail.

"I can give you all the vineyards in Milan."

It is often very difficult to communicate with Fan Tingnian. The topic suddenly jumps from here to there, making it difficult to understand what he is saying.

Chu Song had been tense for too long, still trying to figure out what he meant when he said, "Forget it."

A few minutes later, the two finally got out of the car, and Chu Song was led forward by him.

The basement was really huge. From where they got off the car, there were more than a dozen sports cars parked in a row. Chu Song couldn't name them, but he knew they were expensive and looked very expensive.

Just as she passed the last car, she suddenly realized what he meant by the last question he asked in the car.

Grapes are also a specialty of Italy. When he asked the question before, she answered that she liked them.

He inserted his five fingers into hers, hooked her fingers together, and took her upstairs.

The high-end residential complex facing Neihu Lake has a total of 32 floors. Fan Tingnian bought the top two floors and connected them to form a duplex.

But perhaps because the time was too short, the furniture and accessories were the same as those in the place where he lived in the seaside city, but simpler, and there were no signs of anyone having lived there.

The living room is spacious, with only a coffee table and sofa in the middle that match the colors.

Fan Tingnian took her over and sat down on the coffee table.

He opened his legs slightly, easily trapping her as she stood within his reach.

Chu Song stood in front of him and her body began to feel cold again. He always looked at her with that straight gaze, which would scare anyone.

He stared at her for a while, pulled out a card from his wallet on the table and placed it on the coffee table.

He told her a password and said calmly, "Here are 30 million. You can buy anything you want."

Chu Song was shocked by the huge amount of money. Too much money would easily make people think it was ill-gotten gains, and who knows what they would do with it.

She was stunned and wanted to step back, and subconsciously said: "I don't want..."

Fan Tingnian hooked the tip of his leather shoes around her calf and brought her back. He frowned slightly and examined her expression.

After a moment, he spoke in a calm and cool voice: "Do you want a house? This house can also be given to you."

Chu Song looked around, his expression of resistance becoming more obvious: "No."

It’s decorated like a haunted house, why would I give it to her!

She felt that Fan Tingnian's weird mumbling was more frightening than when they were at the beach or in Italy. He always looked at her with such a deep look in his eyes, as if he wanted to see into her blood vessels and see through her internal organs.

She took a deep breath and turned around to get away from him, but he grabbed her waist and carried her back.

He frowned slightly and helped her brush away the hair stuck to her face: "Why are you running?"

Chu Song took a deep breath and shook his head like a rattle: "No."

His fingers lingered repeatedly on the back of her neck.

A liar, she clearly had one, but he forgave her.

His gaze was calm and steady, fixed on the protruding bone at the back of her neck, and he asked in a low voice, "Are those cars downstairs nice?"

Chu Song nodded.

"Pick the ones you like."

Chu Song couldn't help but shake his head again.

"You don't want anything?" He was silent for a moment, then held her waist and lifted her up, letting her stand between his legs again.

He took off his watch and placed it on the coffee table with a click: "Then let's talk about other things."

"From now on, you will go to work from here. There is a driver who will pick you up and drop you off whether you are going to work or coming home. There are maids and aunties downstairs. You can call them anytime if you need anything."

He raised his wrist to check his watch. "I'll leave at 8:30 this morning, and the driver will be waiting for you outside the art gallery at 6:00 this evening."

He finished speaking and stared at her: "Come back directly after get off work. There is an aunt named Li who will come to take care of you. She will be here every day when I am not around."

"What about you?" Chu Song asked with his fingertips trembling slightly.

"Me?" The man raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced behind her. Next to her room was his bedroom.

The two rooms were very close to each other, and he could hear the noises from her room from his bedroom.

Chu Song thought he didn't know what she meant, so she struggled to explain what she meant: "Aren't you going back to Italy?"

"Why?"

"You haven't finished your business in Italy yet..."

"It doesn't matter," he looked back, "I'll stay here with you."

After talking with Fan Tingnian, Chu Song was allowed to return to the bedroom. When he walked into the room, he realized belatedly that the aunt he had hired was not to take care of her, but to monitor her.

According to Fan Tingnian, the aunt would know the time she left and came back every day, and report to him what she did and what happened.

After standing there for a while, Chu Song felt that he couldn't stay here and had to go back to his home.

She looked at the time. It was seven o'clock in the evening. She was going to have dinner with Fan Tingnian later, and then take care of some work before going to bed. The aunt that Fan Tingnian mentioned would come over tomorrow. Also, downstairs, in addition to the servants, it seemed that there would be security guards later.

It would be better for her to leave today. The later she leaves, the less likely she is to return.

After having dinner in silence, Chu Song returned to his bedroom and waited for time to pass.

The house has good sound insulation. If she can tiptoe out after midnight when Fan Tingnian is asleep, she should not be discovered.

When she first came in, she observed that she didn't need to enter any password to go out, and it was a normal commercial area, and the management was not as strict as the castles that Fan Tingnian had built on the beach.

Neihu is in the city center. Even if you go out after midnight, it is not a sparsely populated place outside and it is easy to get a taxi.

She calmed herself down, checked the time again, then sat down on the carpet beside the bed and took her computer out of her bag.

In fact, there is not much work to deal with. Her most important task in recent days is to get Fan Tingnian to invest in their exhibition, but this task has been completed, and she will be very free in the next few days.

After thinking for two seconds, she opened the official website of AMND.

The three design directions she had previously planned had already been posted in the competition group, and the final draft had to be submitted by the end of the year, which was two and a half months from now.

There is plenty of time, but the difficulty lies in the beginning, and the tone of the design must be set well.

She calmed down and read through the cases from previous years again. Then she looked at the clock and it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

There was a knock on the bedroom door. She took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and walked over to open the door.

Fan Tingnian was wearing a dark sweater, a pair of silver-framed glasses, and holding a glass of milk in his right hand. He glanced behind her and asked her if she wanted to drink.

Chu Song wanted to shake his head, but he took it anyway: "Yeah, drink it. I want to take a bath later."

"I'm going to bed after taking a shower. I'm a little tired today and want to go to bed early," she emphasized.

She didn't know why, but now when she was facing Fan Tingnian, she always felt guilty and nervous when she lied, as if he would see through her.

His eyes were fixed on her computer placed beside the bed for a long time. Her charger was thrown on the bed, as if she had just taken it out and thrown it there when she came to open the door for him.

"Your battery?"

Chu Song followed his gaze and looked behind him. He saw the power bank on the bed and explained, "I just took it out and wanted to connect it to the computer."

Fan Tingnian withdrew his gaze and responded.

After a while, the door was closed. Chu Song was afraid that Fan Tingnian would not believe it, so he even waited for a few minutes and went to the bathroom to turn on the faucet and let the water run for a while.

He stayed in the bedroom until after midnight. Fan Tingnian has always had a regular schedule. When he has nothing to do, he goes to bed around 11 o'clock.

But Chu Song was afraid that it was not safe, so he waited until it was faster before packing up his things and coming out of the bedroom.

Just as she thought, the bedroom was dark and very quiet. She carried the bag she carried with her when she got off work in the afternoon, tiptoed out of the room, closed the door with her backhand, and then glanced at Fan Tingnian's bedroom.

The door to his room was also closed, with no light leaking from the gap. It was obvious that he must have fallen asleep.

Chu Song lifted the backpack on his shoulder, held the slippers he had just taken off in his left hand, and walked towards the entrance.

As I walked into the living room, the lights suddenly came on.

But it was just the decorative lamp next to the sofa, emitting a warm yellow light that only illuminated that area. Chu Song was caught off guard, and his scream got stuck in his throat, and he took two steps back in fear.

The man on the sofa was still wearing the dark sweater he had worn that night, and it seemed as if he had been looking at her in the darkness for a long time.

He tapped his right hand on the armrest and stared at her through the lenses.

“How could you…” Chu Song’s voice trembled with fear.

He changed the position of his right elbow on the armrest and stared at her: "Auntie and security haven't arrived today. If you want to leave, now is the best time."

"At eleven o'clock, you said you wanted to take a shower and go to bed, but you took out the charging cable for your computer because you needed to charge it because you had a long time to kill."

"Since you don't want to sleep by yourself, why don't you sleep with me?"

After saying this, he took off his glasses, stood up and walked towards her.

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The author has something to say: Song Song: It’s so scary!!