Chapter 59 09.23/It’s the third update, he won’t come to catch you. …

"By the way," Chu Song said as they were almost done eating. He pulled Wen Yao's sleeve and extended his right hand. "Do you know what a one-way buckle is?"

After having dinner with a colleague two days ago, she went home in the evening to study the watch again and found that it really could not be unlocked. She didn't know whether it was because the lock tongue was stuck as Zhang Xinran said, or there was another reason.

She searched online for what a one-way buckle was, and there were all sorts of explanations and types of things. It looked different than the buckle on her watch, and she was completely confused and couldn't figure out what it was.

Due to the nature of Wen Yao's job, she faces many customers every day and has to pay more attention to her image. She also likes to wear various accessories, so Chu Song thought she would know more.

But unexpectedly, Wen Yao shook her head and said, "I don't know."

Chu Song was a little disappointed: "Is that so..."

Wen Yao put some food in her mouth: "What's wrong?"

Chu Song turned his wrist and looked at the watch again. "Nothing much, it's just that Fan Tingnian gave me a watch. My colleague said it looks like it has a one-way buckle."

Wen Yao put down her chopsticks and pulled her wrist over.

She turned Chu Song's wrist inward and upward, hooked the watch strap with her index finger, and glanced at the logo on the inside: "It's a top Swiss luxury brand. Your watch must be custom-made. I've never seen it before."

Wen Yao finished speaking, then shook her head and sighed, "How expensive! You have a house on your hand, and it's in a good location in North City."

Chu Song was surprised: "Is it so expensive?"

Wen Yao studied it again and said, "It's about the same. It's a top luxury brand and it's custom-made."

Although Chu Song was confused, he couldn't figure out what it was, so he just let it go. He turned his wrist and took another look before giving up.

She didn't understand many of Fan Tingnian's actions. Perhaps the watch was too expensive, and he was afraid she would take it off and lose it. In short, she didn't understand how such a thing was designed...

Wen Yao worked overtime with Chu Song until ten o'clock, and finally finished organizing all the documents. Chu Song packed up his things, and Wen Yao took the lunch box to the trash can in the tea room, emptied the garbage in the lunch box, walked back, and the two went downstairs together.

After leaving the art gallery, Chu Song pointed Wen Yao in the direction of the next intersection: "Go two intersections ahead, there's a Sichuan restaurant there. We'll have dinner there tomorrow. Next to it is the KTV we're going to."

Wen Yao was about to reply when her eyes fell behind her and she frowned slightly.

Chu Song stuffed his things into his bag and looked up, just in time to see her like this: "What's wrong?"

Wen Yao withdrew her gaze and immediately pulled her closer to him: "Nothing, a few people just passed by and I felt someone in the middle looking at you."

She dragged Chu Song forward, down the stairs, and headed towards the main road. "The economy has been bad lately, and there are thieves on the streets again. I saw on the news the day before yesterday that someone had their phone snatched on a side street."

"The person you just saw was a thief?" Chu Song quickly hugged her bag tightly.

"No," Wen Yao said as they reached the curb. "They look like a bunch of drunks. They might be out socializing late at night. They're dressed in suits, but they're obviously drunk."

The main road was crowded with cars, so Wen Yao stopped a taxi. When the taxi approached, she turned and asked Chu Song, "How are you going?"

Chu Song pointed to a black car parked on the roadside not far away: "It's the driver of Fan Tingnian's family."

"Is it to take you back?"

Chu Song wrapped his coat tightly around him, stood on the steps beside the road, and nodded.

Wen Yao glanced in that direction again: "Come here early?"

Chu Song nodded again and sighed, "Yes, he usually arrives before six o'clock, but recently he won't urge me to go back even if he arrives. It doesn't matter how long I work overtime."

"Okay," Wen Yao pointed to the taxi that had already arrived, "I'll take it and go."

"Well, let's go quickly and send me a message when you get home." Chu Song urged.

Fan Tingnian's residence was not far away. Ten minutes later, Chu Song arrived home. When she entered the house, her aunt was stewing soup in the kitchen. When she saw her come back, she came out of the kitchen and asked her what she wanted to eat.

Chu Song was not used to being "served" like this, so he took off the scarf around his neck, turned around and waved to his aunt: "No, I've already eaten outside. Auntie, you should go to bed early, no need to bother."

After a brief greeting to the aunt, she went upstairs.

In addition to her and Fan Tingnian's bedroom, there is also a study on the second floor, and the rest of the room has been connected to become Fan Tingnian's studio.

She also has to work and feels uncomfortable staying in the bedroom, so she goes to the study every night these days.

The first time I went there, I sent a message to ask for Fan Tingnian's consent, and after that I went in directly.

It was the same today. She took her computer to the study. After working for a while, she felt a little tired, so she put down the tablet and stood up.

I walked slowly around the bookshelf twice, then stopped out of curiosity about the books on it, picked up a book and flipped through it.

Whether it is Fan Tingnian’s studio or study, there is a strong artistic atmosphere, and so are the books on the bookshelves, most of which are related to painting and fine arts.

After reading for a while and putting the book back on the bookshelf, Fan Tingnian called me via video.

She picked it up while standing in front of the bookshelf.

"In the study?"

"right......"

Chu Song walked towards the desk: "I still have some work to do."

The man on the other side of the camera glanced at her computer and asked, "Aren't you working overtime today?"

"Yes, I thought I had finished everything at work, but when I came back I thought of something and some things still need to be revised."

"Um."

The room was quiet for a moment, and then the man said, "My flight arrives tomorrow night."

"Yeah." Chu Song lowered his eyes and looked at his notebook on the table, his chin resting on the pen in his right hand, not looking at the man in the camera.

After she finished answering, she remembered: "By the way, I will be back later tomorrow."

"What are you going to do?"

Chu Song thought for a moment and didn’t tell the truth: “Overtime…”

"Still in the museum?"

"right."

After a long while, the other party responded, "Yeah."

The atmosphere was tense, and Chu Song said, "Also, from now on, I'll have to call the driver to pick me up. I don't know how long I'll have to work overtime, and the driver always has to wait for me for a long time, which is very troublesome."

"good."

Chu Song felt relieved: "Then hang up, I'll go to bed after I finish revising this."

After hanging up the phone, she stared at the watch on her right wrist for a few more seconds.

She never understood what the string of numbers on the electronic screen in the upper left corner meant. The first four digits were put together, with a semicolon in the middle, and then three digits.

There are spaces between the numbers, but no symbols. If there were symbols, at first glance, they would look a bit like latitude and longitude.

......

The next afternoon after get off work, Wen Yao said hello to her boss and came over early.

When she arrived, Chu Song and several colleagues happened to have just come downstairs.

Chu Songyaoyuan saw Wen Yao running over and waved at her.

There were eight people in the group, plus their friends or boyfriends and girlfriends, a total of more than ten people. The distance was less than one kilometer, and it would be a waste to take a taxi, so everyone decided to walk.

This restaurant was recommended by a friend in the group and the food was really good.

Chu Song booked a private room in advance. There were two tables in the room and everyone sat separately, but the dishes at both tables were the same. The atmosphere in the group was good and both men and women had a great time, chatting and laughing and enjoying the meal.

The appointment with the karaoke room next door was at 8 o'clock. At around 7:40, I came out of the restaurant and walked towards the KTV.

On the way, Chu Song received a message from Fan Tingnian, saying that he had got off the plane and asked her where she was.

Chu Song originally wanted to send a voice message, but he thought that he was still outdoors and there were noisy sounds of cars and people, so he might be exposed.

She glanced at her colleagues who were walking towards the KTV in scattered groups in front of her, slowed down her pace, fell behind them, and typed a message.

Chu Song: [Still working overtime.]

A few minutes later, the other party replied: [Yes.]

Fan Tingnian: [I'll pick you up today.]

Fan Tingnian: [I'm coming from the airport now and will be waiting for you downstairs at your company.]

First Song: [Now? ? ]

Chu Song looked ahead again. The private room was booked for three hours, so they would have to sing until at least after ten o'clock.

Fan Tingnian: [What's wrong?]

Fan Tingnian: [Any questions?]

Chu Song followed the crowd and walked forward: [Nothing much... I just might work overtime until 11 o'clock, so you'll have to wait for me for a long time.]

Chu Song: [Otherwise, you should go back first.]

Chu Song: [I'm almost done, so I'll call the driver.]

Two minutes later, the other party sent a message back.

Fan Tingnian: [I'm already heading towards your company.]

Wen Yao was walking in front and talking to Zhang Xinran. She turned around and saw Chu Song frowning and looking worried.

She turned and walked over, wrapped in her coat, and touched Chu Song with her arm: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay," Chu Song lowered the hand holding the phone. "Fan Tingnian is back. He said he'd come pick me up and wouldn't let the driver come."

"So what's wrong?"

"I didn't tell him I was going out for dinner. I said I was working overtime."

"Are you afraid he'll know?"

Chu Song looked embarrassed. He didn't want to talk to him directly yesterday because he thought he wouldn't agree, and it would be a waste of time to argue. He didn't expect that after missing the opportunity yesterday, he would end up in this situation today.

If he was found to have been deceived, the situation could be even worse.

"It's okay," Wen Yao thought for a moment, "you can just take a taxi back when the event is almost over, get off early, go around to the art museum, and then exit through the front door."

This is the only way things are now.

Seeing that she still had a worried look on her face, Wen Yao raised her hand, wiped her brow with her index finger, and said in a teasing tone: "Don't think about it, he won't come to catch you."

That was indeed the truth. Chu Song took a breath and put away his phone. Let’s just leave it at that for now. We can only do as Wen Yao said.

"Wait a minute, who's that?" Zhang Xinran was just in front of the two of them. He took a half step back, frowned, and pointed at the KTV entrance not far away. "Isn't that Song Huinan?"

Chu Song followed her gaze.

The man was wearing a white shirt, but the buttons were buttoned crookedly. He held a cigarette in his right hand and was chatting with the other two men in front of him with his hand raised. He looked obviously drunk.

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