Chapter 76 10.07/Even if I die, I will be buried with me...

Chu Song finally understood why he always braided her hair in such a strange way.

"Are you apologizing?" Chu Song felt that dating Fan Tingnian was like going through a tribulation.

The man began to observe her expression again, his eyes sweeping over her eyebrows and the obvious surprise on her face, and confirmed: "You don't like it?"

Who would like it? She was scared to death!

And couldn't he explain it first before starting to make up stories? He always started making up stories for her out of nowhere, which was really scary.

Finally, under Chu Song's strong request, Fan Tingnian temporarily gave up the idea of ​​braiding her hair on the street.

It was really strange that Chu Song refused to obey.

After returning home, he received another call from Nan Ling, asking Fan Tingnian to take time out to return to Milan recently.

Fan Tingnian's mother, Ms. Nan Zhimei, is in Italy recently. She said she hasn't seen him for a long time and hopes he can go back when he has time.

Fan Tingnian walked over with his cell phone, rested one hand on the back of the sofa, and took the tablet from Chu Song who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa.

"Will you come with me to Milan in a few days?"

"In two days?" Chu Song was just revising the drawings for the AMND competition and didn't hear him call.

Fan Tingnian sat down beside her: "Yes, next weekend, if you have time, you can take two more days off.

”

Nan Ling on the other end of the phone heard Chu Song's voice and greeted her cheerfully, "Hi, lovely and beautiful sister."

Fan Tingnian hung up the phone.

Chu Song glanced at Fan Tingnian's phone, as if the words Nan Ling had just finished saying were still stuck in the gap of the phone.

She sat on the sofa with her pillow in her arms, legs bent, and glanced at Fan Tingnian's phone. She couldn't help but say, "Nan Ling seems to have something to say to you..."

The man sitting next to her was very indifferent: "He didn't, he was just calling you."

The atmosphere was a little quiet. The dog that Fan Tingnian brought back was running around in the 20-square-meter play area in the living room.

“Oh.” Chu Song hugged his legs and scratched his chin with his index finger.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds. Fan Tingnian raised his phone and asked calmly, "Do you still want to hear him call you that?"

"No, no." Chu Song widened his eyes and waved his hands wildly. Why was this person jealous?

Chu Song was genuinely curious. He looked at him and asked cautiously, "Is your father from Shanxi?"

"No, I'm from North City."

“Oh oh oh.” Chu Song answered again.

Fan Tingnian hung up Nan Ling's call again, then flipped through the six or seven text messages the desperate man had sent him, and looked at Chu Song: "What's wrong?"

Chu Song scratched the back of his head and muttered to himself in a low voice, puzzled: "Why is he from Beicheng? Only people from Shanxi like to be jealous..."

As soon as she finished speaking, her cell phone rang again. She picked it up and heard Chu Xiangwei's voice coming from the receiver.

Today was Sunday, and he had to go to self-study in the evening. After the self-study, he came to find Chu Song. At this moment, he was standing outside Chu Song's residential complex, standing on tiptoe to look inside the complex: "Sister."

Fan Tingnian looked over, and Chu Song quickly pointed at the phone and gestured with his lips: "It's my biological brother."

But Fan Tingnian seemed not to hear her and continued to stare at her.

"Sister, are you at home?" Chu Xiangwei was still worried. He planned to come here every two weeks to make sure Chu Song was safe. If she was fine, he would leave.

His classmate's cousin was robbed at home because she lived alone. Her injuries have not healed yet and some important meridians were damaged. She is still in the hospital.

Chu Song put down the pillow in his arms: "I'm not here, what's wrong?"

"Then where are you?" Chu Xiangwei glanced at his watch and frowned. "It's already eleven o'clock."

He muttered, "What kind of crappy job do you have? Isn't today the weekend? You still have to work overtime so late at night?"

"No," Chu Song looked at Fan Tingnian, "I don't live there now. I live outside."

"Living out is..." Chu Xiangwei said halfway when he remembered that his sister had a boyfriend. "Oh, you live with your brother-in-law?"

The room was quiet, with only the sound of a white short-haired dog playing with a bell ball not far away. The sound of the receiver falling through could be heard clearly.

She looked at Fan Tingnian in front of her.

The man was still staring at her. Although his expression didn't change much, she inexplicably felt that he felt refreshed by being called that.

“…” Chu Song replied to Chu Xiangwei: “Yes.”

Chu Xiangwei was silent for two seconds, and then said in a strange tone: "It's better not to live with him... Some men are very bad, they commit domestic violence and dismemberment... Some are irresponsible, anyway, there are many bad people."

Fan Tingnian took Chu Song's phone, held her hands with one hand, and put the phone to his ear: "Hello?"

Chu Xiangwei: “Fuck.”

He reacted and said to Fan Tingnian in a questioning tone, "You are the tall, handsome, and rich man, right? I'm talking to my sister, why did you grab the phone?"

Although Chu Xiangwei was a little intimidated when facing Fan Tingnian, he was not afraid through the receiver: "I'm telling you, my sister has a brother, and I have brothers too. Don't bully her. If you bully her, I'll bring people to beat you up."

After hearing his "drizzle" threat, Fan Tingnian looked at Chu Song and said calmly, "First of all, I won't bully her. Secondly, I won't be irresponsible. It's your sister who likes to be irresponsible. Finally, I hope you won't bother your sister and stop calling her so often."

The opposite of Tiangang!

Chu Xiangwei was angered by the other party's cold tone: "You are just my sister's boyfriend, why can't you let me call my sister? Boyfriends can be changed, but brothers are always brothers..."

Chu Song saw that Fan Tingnian's face had changed, just like when he received Nan Ling's call just now. She quickly got up and tried to take back the phone to stop the two from talking.

Chu Song leaned forward, rummaged around a bit, and finally grabbed Fan Tingnian's shirt and got the phone back. Just as he put it to his ear, Chu Xiangwei's voice came out in succession.

"Why does he talk to me like that? If he treats you badly, I will really bring people to beat him up. I have a lot of brothers, and there are really a lot of bad guys..."

Fan Tingnian was very indifferent, and said to the phone that was still in his hand: "I am not."

Chu Song quickly got up and walked away with his phone, pushing Fan Tingnian away and comforting him: "Yes, yes, you are just a weirdo."

Fan Tingnian looked at her with cold eyes.

Chu Xiangwei was really angry. The guy in front of him was just a boyfriend, but he actually told him not to call his sister! !

The last time he gave money to his sister, he stared at him. This brother-in-law is very difficult to get along with!!!

Chu Song said a few words to Chu Xiangwei, telling him to go home and sleep quickly. Amid his anger, he also explained on Fan Tingnian's behalf that there was really nothing wrong with him.

The phone call was finally hung up, but before she could breathe a sigh of relief, Fan Tingnian grabbed her ankle and dragged her directly into his arms.

He held her waist and easily helped her sit on him, his right index finger touching the back of her head to the nape of her neck.

He spoke in a very calm tone with a clear and deep voice.

"I don't like your brother. He always calls you and says bad things about you behind your back. This is not a good habit."

Chu Song wanted to get off him. She felt that this position was not good. She could always feel his curve. She patiently comforted him: "Didn't you win the argument?"

The man didn't seem to buy it and continued, "Just like Nan Ling, his younger brother is not a good person."

Chu Song felt that there was some misunderstanding between the two brothers, and Nan Ling might just want to get his attention.

"Nan Ling..." She racked her brains to help ease the relationship between the two.

The next second, Fan Tingnian pinched her chin again, turning her face completely towards him. He changed the subject: "Will you come back to Milan with me next weekend?"

He always changed topics so quickly that she couldn't keep up: "Huh?"

"The last time I brought you back to Milan, I wanted you to meet my mother and grandmother."

“Last time?” Chu Song was really touched by him and was a little distracted.

"Yes," Fan Tingnian's finger gently scraped down her cheek, reminding her, "the time they wanted to lock you up in Italy for a month."

“…” Chu Song nodded, “Oh, I remember.”

Fan Tingnian also nodded, admiring her willingness to agree to anything. "Then go back next weekend? I'll take you to meet my mother, where we'll live after we get married, and the cemetery where we'll be buried after we die."

"Cemetery???" The fifth floor of this house is empty. What weird stuff is he talking about in the middle of the night?

Chu Song felt a tingling sensation on his back and he unconsciously looked behind him, only to see a huge floor-to-ceiling glass window.

She tried to communicate with Fan Tingnian: "It's late now, don't keep talking about the cemetery, the cemetery. There are only two of us in your house. I'm really a little scared."

Fan Tingnian's eyes were slightly confused. He felt that discussing this was a very normal thing. "Why are you afraid? Ten kilometers behind Milan's manor is my family's cemetery. Couples in my family are buried together after death. You must be buried with me when you die."

Chu Song frequently looked behind him, feeling uneasy, and still wanted to get off him.

"Okay, okay," she agreed. "Don't talk about burials and cemeteries anymore. I get it. I'll be with you even when I die."

She finally struggled to get down from Fan Tingnian's legs. She felt the atmosphere was still a bit creepy and wanted to change the subject.

Her gaze drifted left and right, landing on a white short-haired dog not far away.

"Did you give it a name?"

"not yet."

Chu Song was a little curious: "Then what have you always called it?"

"dog."

"What?"

"I call it 'Dog'."

The man demonstrated to her, raised his hand and waved towards the nearby area, saying in a flat voice, "Dog."

The dog, who had just been happily playing with the bell ball, paused for a moment, turned his head and looked over. Two seconds later, he came out of the entertainment area and ran towards the two of them.

First Song:..........

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The author has something to say: Song Song: He is very weird [transformed], but he loves me, and I forgive him [starry eyes]