Chapter 60 09.24/Who said she doesn't have a boyfriend?

There was still some distance to the door of the KTV. After a few steps, the drunk men patted each other on the shoulders, and turned back to the KTV.

Zhang Xinran looked gloomy. "I went in. I really don't want to meet him. Why is he here?"

Chu Song thought for a moment: "There are several design companies nearby. He might be having dinner with someone and discussing work."

Chu Song put it mildly. Song Huinan was probably begging for a job, but given his current situation, it would be difficult for him to be hired, at least in the short term.

Having reached the steps in front of the KTV, Wen Yao folded her arms and squeezed next to Chu Song: "Was that your former boss?"

Chu Song nodded, pulled her back, and gestured for her to look at the road below: "Be careful."

Chu Song's singing level is average, and she is always marginalized every time she comes to the karaoke room. Of course, this is also due to her own reasons. She rarely takes the initiative to grab the microphone, and basically just supports everyone.

Not long after sitting down, Fan Tingnian sent a message.

Fan Tingnian: [I’m here.]

He also took a picture of the night view in front of her company. I don’t know if it was because he didn’t use the flash or the street lights were dim, but there were few people on the street, so the picture looked like a ghost picture.

He really, really needs to be socialized to some of the functions that humans have.

A colleague was singing, and Chu Song was bored. He put down his hand that was supporting his chin and replied to the person opposite him, who was in a rare mood.

Chu Song: [The angle you took the photo from is wrong.]

Chu Song: [Move the camera up a bit to let the light fall into the frame.]

Chu Song forgot for a moment that he had lied to him, stood up, took a picture of the street scene outside, and sent it to him.

As soon as she sent it, she realized something was wrong, broke out in a cold sweat, and quickly clicked to withdraw the picture.

Fortunately, this place is close to the art museum, and the main road is almost the same length. She just took a random photo of the sidewalk and couldn't tell the difference at all.

She held the phone in her hand and was very upset about her carelessness just now. Maybe she was confused after working all day. How could she be so careless?

Fortunately, the person on the other side didn't seem to notice anything.

Fan Tingnian: [Why withdraw?]

Before Fan Tingnian sent this message, he was still carefully looking at the photo she sent him. The window could reflect unclear light and shadows. In the dark room, there were men and women, and a man holding a cup seemed to be walking towards her.

He probably guessed that she had sent the picture by mistake, so he clicked save to take the screenshot before she could withdraw it.

After asking this question, he switched his phone to the photo album and clicked on the picture he had just saved.

He pointed at the photo with two fingers and enlarged it. His eyes moved down from her eyebrows, carefully examining each one, and finally landed on the boy behind her.

The person on the other end is still sending messages.

Chu Song: [I just sent it to the wrong person...]

Chu Song: [I didn't think the photo was very good, so I withdrew it.]

Chu Song: [Did you see it?]

He closed the album: [No.]

He sat in the back seat, the right window halfway down, the wind blowing in from outside. He leaned one elbow on the window sill, thought for a moment, and turned on the voice monitor that had only been turned on when she was asleep.

The watch was connected to his headphones. Behind the faint sound of electricity, there was a noisy sound of voices and singing. She was talking in the background.

"Xiaoyang?"

"Senior, why don't you go sing?"

"Well... I don't know much, and my singing is average. You guys go ahead."

"It's okay. There aren't many of us here who can sing well... Forget it. If you don't want to go, I'll stay here with you."

The boy's voice sounded obviously shy, but because he had been drinking, he was bolder than usual.

"Senior, do you have a boyfriend?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"No...nothing, I was just asking. My family urged me to do this right after I graduated, so I said that all my colleagues and leaders are single."

"Um."

"So, Senior, are you in a relationship?"

After a long while, the girl opposite answered: "No."

The light inside the car was dim, and the profile of the person in the back seat was hidden in the shadows. He pointed his index finger at his temples and sneered softly.

"Oh, that's good, hahaha," the boy seemed relieved, and a little eager to try, "I told my family, no one has talked about it, I'm not in a hurry."

The conversation in the headphones was still going on, but Fan Tingnian cut off the voice at this time. He took off the headphones and threw them into the storage box in front.

The driver heard the movement from behind and said respectfully, "Sir."

"Follow the navigation and go to the karaoke room."

Chu Song was still responding to Xiao Yang, but she was a little absent-minded. She didn't hear clearly what he said for a lot of the time, and her answers were a bit perfunctory.

Her attention was still on the dialogue box with Fan Tingnian.

Why is he silent again?

Chu Song's heart started pounding again. He wondered if he had noticed that she wasn't working overtime, but he said he hadn't seen the photo.

Chu Song frowned deeply, unconsciously exited the dialog box, and clicked back in, repeating this twice.

Su Yang has liked Chu Song since he started his internship in the first half of the year. He wanted to confess his feelings to her a few months ago, but she suddenly resigned and he missed the opportunity. He didn't expect that she would come back now.

He had indeed drunk a bit too much. Normally, he didn't dare to talk to Chu Song, but now he wanted to take advantage of the alcohol to chat with her more.

"Senior, what type do you like?"

"What did you say?" Chu Song's attention finally turned to him. Someone was singing and he couldn't hear what the other person was saying.

Su Yang leaned over and got closer: "Senior sister, let me ask you what type of boys you like."

The two of them sat on the sofa on the outside, and the window of the private room could just see where they were sitting.

Chu Song still didn't fully understand what he heard, and frowned: "What do you mean I like?"

Another colleague squeezed over and interrupted their conversation.

"Team leader, do you want to go sing?"

“No, you guys sing.” Chu Song waved his hand.

"Really? You've been sitting here the whole time. You invited us here, but it's not right for you not to sing a single song."

"That's right, I'll sing whatever you want."

"Old songs? Sweet ones? Do you have a favorite singer?"

......

Chu Song couldn't bear it any longer, so he found an excuse to go out. "Do you want some cake? The cake shop next door is delicious. I'll buy some for you."

"eat!!!"

"eat!"

"Thank you, deputy team!"

"Of course the team leader will treat you!"

Wen Yao had just gone out to answer a phone call. Chu Song put his coat on her seat, stood up, and walked around the sofa.

Su Yang stood up immediately and said, "Senior sister...I'll go with you."

The private room was too noisy, and Chu Song didn't hear the WeChat notification sound on his phone.

Wen Yao was answering a phone call outside the KTV and saw Fan Tingnian.

Wen Yao: [【Picture】]

Wen Yao: [【Picture】]

Wen Yao: [Isn’t this the one from your family???]

Wen Yao: [Green eyes and mixed blood are too obvious, no normal person looks like this.]

Wen Yao: [And the car he just got out of was extremely, extremely, extremely expensive.]

Wen Yao: [Really? Is it the one with the surname Fan? ? ?]

Chu Song and Su Yang walked out of the private room. After a few steps, when they reached the corner of the corridor, Chu Song was pulled by a boy.

Chu Song was pulled to a halt and looked back.

The light in the corridor was still dim, with blue and white lights pouring down from overhead. Singing could be heard coming from various rooms, not much better than in the private room just now.

Chu Song saw the obvious blush on his face: "Have you drunk too much? If you are drunk, go back. You don't need to go shopping with me. There is not much..."

"No, no," the boy shook his head twice, holding her wrist and reluctantly letting go, "Senior, I have something to tell you."

Chu Song pulled his hand away, still feeling that he had drunk too much, and wanted to persuade him to go back to the private room first.

"No, really not, Senior Sister." His face was even redder than before, and he was holding his breath as if he was making some decision. "I like you, Senior Sister."

"I've liked you for a long time. I came here for an internship in March, and you picked me up on my first day. You have a very nice voice and speak so gently. I didn't know anything when I first arrived, and everyone else was busy with their own work and ignored me, but you patiently asked me what was wrong and even found a seat for me."

"Later, I had a problem at work and Team Leader Song scolded me, but you comforted me. I was so happy to have dinner with you after get off work that night."

"I have liked you for a long time, Senior Sister, can you consider me..."

Su Yang was in a daze, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a man walking towards Chu Song. The man was tall and wore a black windbreaker.

The sound of all kinds of ghostly howling music still filled the corridor. Su Yang ignored the man who was walking towards him from a distance: "Senior sister, I know you don't have a boyfriend, can you..."

"Can I ask what?" The man's voice was cold.

The moment Chu Song heard it, the nerves in his back tensed and the blood in his veins completely froze.

She forced herself to figure out whether it was Fan Tingnian's voice, but the next second, someone grabbed her shoulders and held her in his arms.

Her shoulder bumped into his chest.

The man's voice sounded above her head again, without any ups and downs, hoarse and cold: "Who said she doesn't have a boyfriend?"

As the investor of the project, he has appeared in the art museum more than once, and everyone in the group knows him.

Chu Song's voice was stuck in her throat. She saw that Su Yang's expression when he looked at Fan Tingnian was completely frozen, and he looked confused as if he didn't understand what was going on.

"You..." Su Yang recognized Fan Tingnian as the investor of the exhibition, but he was just an intern and didn't know how to address this gentleman.

Chu Song took a deep breath and hurriedly tried to get out of his arms, but the man held her tighter.

A waiter passed by pushing a wine cart, and the car brushed past a few people. Su Yang dodged to the side.

Fan Tingnian's voice was cold: "I have something to discuss with your team leader. Do you want to stay here and listen?"

Su Yang was dazed and wanted to speak.

"Senior..."

The man in the black windbreaker tilted his head slightly, his voice cold, and the look he cast at me gave me a suffocating feeling of oppression: "I told you to go back, didn't you hear?"

Chu Song felt the hand holding her waist. The light was dim and she couldn't see Fan Tingnian's expression, but she could feel his enveloping breath.

After a moment, Su Yang finally turned around and returned to the box.

The next moment the door of the private room closed, Fan Tingnian hugged Chu Song with one hand, opened the door of the empty box next to him with the other hand, and led the person in.

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The author has something to say: Two more chapters tomorrow [Starry Eyes]