Chapter 65 09.27/My fiancée is sick.

Chu Song sat on the sofa for a while, and was startled when he heard a noise coming from the bedroom. He quickly got up and went to the room to check.

She was still frightened by Fan Tingnian and always felt that any noise was related to him.

When she walked into the bedroom, she saw that the hook on the wall was loose and the mural had fallen down. She bent down to pick it up and hung it back. Then she returned to the living room and heard a "beep" sound from the corner of the wall.

Chu Song hurried over to check, and when he got there, he found a machine with a red dot on it.

The machine made a faint sound of electricity, followed by Fan Tingnian's voice.

As if knowing that what he was about to say might anger her again, the person on the other side paused for a moment before slowly speaking, "Last week, you didn't go back to live here, so I had surveillance cameras installed in your room. There are cameras on the ceiling above every room..."

When chanting for the first time, your hair should stand up.

She just knew it!!!

"You forgot to turn off the light in your bedroom. I just heard something falling in your room."

"You shut it down for me!!"

The person on the other side seemed stunned by her yelling. After a few seconds, a faint "sizzling" sound came from the machine with the red dot on it, and it was obviously turned off.

Chu Song was also stunned for a moment, then he reacted, pinched his waist and walked back to the bedroom. He looked around and finally found a black square the size of a coin above the door. It seemed to be the surveillance camera that Fan Tingnian had just mentioned.

It was so small and so hidden, she asked why she hadn't found it just now.

She put her hands on her waist and looked up at the monitor: "I told you to turn this off!!!"

The light on the black square was on, as if confronting her. After a moment, the bright white light flashed weakly twice and turned off.

Chu Song didn't move, still staring at the monitor. Sure enough, not long after, the white light flickered and lit up again.

Chu Song stared at it closely: "Don't open it secretly!!"

“.........”

This time, the person on the other side did not listen to her closing the door. Instead, he remained silent for two seconds. As usual, his tone was indifferent and his voice was calm: "Chu Song, let me remind you, you are the first one to yell at me like this..."

Chu Song was so angry that he pulled a chair over from the side, threw off his slippers and stood on it, getting closer to the monitor: "What's wrong with you when I yell at you! Can't I be angry when you do something wrong?"

The other party shut up and stopped talking.

The room became quiet. After a moment, the other party spoke again, in a stiff tone, but the tone seemed a little lower than before: "You did something wrong too. You lied to me first."

Chu Song took two breaths and said, "I'm sorry."

The other party quickly responded: "I'm sorry too."

"Can I come over to see you?" he asked again.

Chu Song: "No!!"

He was monitoring and eavesdropping on her, and all her itinerary, even where she went to the bathroom, was posted on his phone. How could he forgive her so easily?

She glanced to the side, staring at the corner of the wall, took two deep breaths, and finally calmed down. She got down from the chair by the backrest and put on her slippers: "You are not allowed to sneak over here! And then lie to me that I'm at home!"

The man who had just walked to the entrance and picked up the car keys paused. Two seconds later, his tall figure in a windbreaker leaned against the wall, the key still hanging on his right index finger, as if hesitating.

Chu Song finally put on the slippers she had just thrown away: "If you sneak over here and I find out, I will really ignore you for the rest of my life!"

Fan Tingnian threw the key back onto the shelf at the entrance.

After a long while, he spoke again in a steady voice: "There's a house I bought there. I'm a resident. Can't I live in the house I bought?"

"No," Chu Song emphasized, "not upstairs, not downstairs, and not even the house across from me."

Oh, Fan Tingnian raised his eyebrows slightly, he also has a house diagonally opposite her.

After a long time, the surveillance camera on the door was finally turned off. Chu Song pulled the chair he had just used back to a distance and stood there staring at the surveillance camera for a while.

Fan Tingnian was still standing at the entrance. After a moment, he raised his right hand, took off the useless earphones on his ears, and threw them on the shelf at the entrance together with the car keys.

After standing there for a while, he turned sideways and waved. There was no light in the entrance, so his profile was still hidden in the shadows.

He was tall, and his shadow on the ground was also long.

A puppy came running towards him, shaking its head. It was a Chihuahua with white hair and yellow spots.

It was just delivered this afternoon, so he wasn't familiar with the dog yet. The Chihuahua had a fierce personality, so when it came closer it first bared its teeth at him, then staggered over and rubbed its head against his trouser leg.

The standing man took a look and squatted down. He put his right hand on the back of its neck and stroked its fur twice. Then he picked up the mobile phone on the side and called Wan Ting.

Milan It was two o'clock in the afternoon. Wan Ting had just walked into the conference room and sat down. When he saw the caller ID on the screen, he quickly stood up and picked up the phone: "Mr.

The man on this side was still squatting on the ground, stroking the dog's fur in a gloomy manner: "What are you doing?"

"Several shareholders of Meisheng are here and are having a meeting."

The other party hesitated for a moment and said, "Don't open it, I have something urgent to do."

Wan Ting nodded to several shareholders and hurried towards the door. As soon as he left the door, the other end of the phone called, "Mr.

Fan Tingnian frowned: "Didn't you tell me last time that girls like dogs?"

Wan Ting: ......

Is this the urgent matter that required him to cancel the meeting? This person has always been involved in art and has always had an eccentric personality. Since he came to Beicheng, he has become even more eccentric.

He walked away from the conference room and replied, "Yes, studies show that most girls can't resist cute little animals."

"Do girls like Chihuahuas?"

Wan Ting was silent for half a second. "I'm sorry, Master, I'm not sure if Miss Chu Song likes Chihuahuas."

Fan Tingnian frowned: "Did I say it was the first song?"

Wan Ting calmly said: "You don't know other girls, you don't even watch TV."

I don’t even recognize celebrities.

After a moment, the half-squatting man stood up, took the puppy by the back of its neck with one hand, and sat down with it on the stool against the wall.

He had nowhere to put his long legs, so he stretched one leg straight and half-bent the other, letting the half-grown kid lie on his legs.

"Do you have much to do in Milan?" he asked Wan Ting.

Wan Ting replied respectfully, "Not much. You have to start planning your exhibition next year. The group is already stable, so apart from your personal painting and sculpture exhibitions, there is nothing else to do."

"Well, you came over from Milan."

"Yes, sir,"

"Chu Song," the man paused, "she likes you more."

Then, Fan Tingnian emphasized: "I am talking about the love for the elders."

"............" Wan Ting didn't know what he was fussing about. He was almost sixty years old, but he still answered his boss, "I understand, Master. I won't misunderstand you."

Chu Song had been working overtime at the company for several days. Every night when he got home, the first thing he did was to check whether the surveillance cameras in all the rooms had been turned on by Fan Tingnian.

She originally wanted to find tools to pry it off herself, but after searching for a screwdriver and a wrench for a long time, she realized she knew nothing about this kind of thing. It would also be strange to ask someone outside to remove it, as her house was full of surveillance cameras.

Moreover, compared to Fan Tingnian, she trusted outsiders even less, so except for the one in the master bedroom that she had pried off half of, the rest would be left as it is for the time being.

As for Fan Tingnian—he had been living in the house across from Chu Song. When she had forbidden him from going there, she hadn't mentioned this room, and he hadn't come to spy on her, so he felt he could come.

The family affairs had been basically resolved as early as his last trip to Milan. With Wan Ting here during this period, he basically didn't have to worry about anything, so in recent days, he has been staying here to paint.

He had never been to the studios upstairs because he was afraid Chu Song would be angry if he went there. So he stayed in this house of less than 100 square meters with the nameless Chihuahua.

The area is not even half the size of his original bedroom, and the ceiling feels like it's pressing down on his head, leaving him with nowhere to step.

He rested his right elbow on the sofa, his legs too long, and he felt very aggrieved as he was squeezed into the not-so-spacious space between the coffee table and the sofa, watching the white plush dog on the ground gnawing on a bone.

A few seconds later, he stood up and walked towards the kitchen. The little guy who had been curled up at his feet yawned, turned over, and ran to the kitchen with his short legs.

As soon as he walked into the kitchen, he leaned against the counter, took out a cup of freshly brewed coffee from under the coffee machine, and received a call from Wan Ting.

Wan Ting: "Sir, I'm here."

Fan Ting heard the older man tapping his fingers on the edge of the ceramic cup, half-lowering his eyes to look at the Chihuahua at his feet that had its head resting on his shoe.

"Um."

The man replied briefly. Wan Ting was undecided and thought for two seconds: "Then should I go up now?"

"Um."

Wan Ting raised his head slightly and glanced up. He was followed by two subordinates standing downstairs of the apartment building. "I'm not sure if Miss Chu Song is home."

Fan Tingnian shifted his focus and answered simply, "If you're not here, try again tomorrow."

"Yes, sir."

Chu Song has indeed been very busy recently. On the one hand, she has work in the museum, and on the other hand, she has competition matters. Also, she contacted Xiao Ai and sent her the last few design drawings of Fan Tingnian's studio.

Although neither Fan Tingnian nor Shu Ang asked her for the design drawings after returning from Milan.

But she felt that it was her job after all. She was always serious and responsible in her work and was used to seeing things through to the end. So she completed the last few design drafts some time ago and just sent them to Xiao Ai half an hour ago.

It was a big deal in Milan before, and even though Xiao Ai didn't go to Milan at that time, she heard all kinds of gossip.

Seeing that she sent the design drawings, he seemed to be hesitant to speak. The words "the other party is typing" appeared and disappeared repeatedly on the dialog box. In the end, he just cautiously asked her if she was doing well. Chu Song said it was okay.

Chu Song snuggled on the sofa and chatted with Xiao Ai for a few more words when the doorbell rang.

She finished her conversation with Xiao Ai, stood up and walked over. She first looked at who was outside through the visual surveillance of the security door, and was slightly surprised when she saw Wan Ting.

Then he opened the door: "Butler Wan Ting?"

Wan Ting nodded, motioning the subordinates following him to stand further away. After the conversation, he delivered the lines Fan Tingnian had prepared for him: "You left some things with the master, and he asked me to help deliver them to you."

Chu Song had lived at Fan Tingnian's place for more than half a month and had indeed left behind a lot of things. She saw the subordinates behind Wan Ting carrying several bags and holding cardboard boxes.

"Some are your clothes, and some things you need for work," Wan Ting gestured behind him, "Do you need more? If so, I'll have them bring it in."

Wan Ting: "Of course, if you're worried about something being left inside, check it before you put it away."

Chu Song stared at the bags with her lips pursed for a while. She was indeed worried. That person had too many criminal records. After thinking about it, she asked the staff to put the things at the entrance first, and planned to check them in detail after Wan Ting left.

"Come in and sit for a while before you leave." She politely invited Wan Ting in. When they were still in Fan Tingnian's castle, Wan Ting took good care of her.

She has been living on campus since high school and lived alone in college. She rarely goes home during holidays. She is actually easily moved by the warmth of family, so she has a great liking for Sophie and Wan Ting, and thinks they are like her grandmother and grandfather.

When Wan Ting came in, Chu Song poured him a cup of tea. The two chatted about Chu Song's work for a while, and Wan Ting subtly mentioned Fan Tingnian's recent situation.

It was the lines Fan Tingnian had written for him: "He's not in good health. He's been too busy these past few days and he's also been sick."

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