Chapter 10 08.20/Fiancée Liar.
Chu Song began to wonder whether he should change the word "mysophobic" in his computer memo to "thrifty".
In the morning, because he was afraid that the grapes would be wasted, he specifically asked her if she wanted to go to the restaurant to drink grape juice.
Thinking of this, Chu Song decided to take some time to use his computer to revise it later.
Maybe she looked at his gloves for too long, the man noticed it and turned to look at her.
"What's wrong?"
"It's okay," Chu Song shook her head and gestured to another pair of gloves on the table. They were obviously thicker, not disposable, but suitable for long-term use. They were placed in front of the chair she was sitting on, as if specially prepared for her. "Should I use this?"
"Um."
Chu Song took it and put it on.
Fan Tingnian looked at the slender hands for a while, until they were completely covered by the white cloth, then he looked away.
Chu Song didn't notice his gaze. He stood up and walked to a nearby place, then brought over the seasoning tray. "What color do you need today?"
Yesterday’s work made Fan Tingnian realize that Chu Song also understood art, so the last few colors were given to her to mix.
She is very capable at work and has a good sense of color. If she doesn't become a designer, she would be a good assistant to him.
But it's a pity that he doesn't like to be with others when he works and doesn't need an assistant.
Fan Tingnian thought so.
"Is it the same yellow you used yesterday?"
The girl picked up the palette and held it in front of him for comparison. As she did so, her sleeves moved closer, bringing with them a faint fragrance.
Fan Tingnian sniffed it calmly, trying to remind her that it wasn't as good as the perfume she wore yesterday.
"Have you changed your taste?" He frowned.
Chu Song held up the palette and reacted for a moment before realizing he might be asking about his perfume. He quickly stepped back half a body, raised his wrist, and took a sniff: "Yes, does it smell bad?"
"No."
"This one smells like grapes, and yesterday it smelled like apples."
After a few seconds, the man was puzzled: "Why do you have to change your perfume every day?"
Chu Song was helping him move the plaster statue into the correct position. He glanced at him, realizing he hadn't yet fully socialized, and patiently explained, "People living in a socialized environment often tend to pay attention to their appearance. Part of the reason is out of social politeness, or the desire to be appreciated and recognized by others. Another part of the reason may be simply to please themselves."
The man frowned slightly, and there was still a trace of confusion on his handsome face... It was obvious that he didn't understand.
Chu Song thought for a moment and added, "Actually, it's not just humans. The animal world is also like this. Due to the need to find a mate, many animals will display their beauty to the outside world. Humans are advanced animals, so during the process of evolution, they have retained this characteristic. However, due to their high degree of socialization, the reasons I mentioned above have also increased."
Courtship?
The man, who had already earned two top doctoral degrees at the age of 24, only heard these two words.
Chu Song saw the man sitting in the seat first relaxed, then thought deeply, and after a moment, a look of understanding appeared on his face.
"Do you understand?" Chu Song was unsure.
"Almost." Fan Tingnian nodded and answered her.
"Thank you." he said again.
His voice is very magnetic, low and mellow. One can imagine that if he lowers his head and speaks in someone's ear, the person listening to him will definitely be bewitched.
But Chu Song didn't know what he was thanking him for and looked at him in confusion.
Fortunately, when Fan Tingnian took the brush from her hand, he added, "You have taught me a lot of things that I didn't know before."
This was the longest sentence Fan Ting had said since he met him. Chu Song looked at him a few more times and felt that this was a good start.
At the same time, she felt that Fan Tingnian was a bit pitiful and he was so lonely.
Thinking of this, she glanced around the room. There were no electronic devices. "What are your usual entertainment activities?"
"Entertainment?" the man repeated, as if he found her question interesting.
"Drawing," he said after a moment.
"What else?"
"sculpture."
"..." Chu Song was silent for two seconds, then carefully raised his question, "Don't you watch TV or play on your phone?"
"No, I'm not playing," Fan Tingnian seemed even more confused than her, "What's so fun about mobile phones?"
Isn't that thing only for making phone calls?
Chu Song made a phone gesture with his right hand and placed it next to his ear: "It's the thing you use to make calls, square and flat, um... it has a screen and it lights up."
Fan Tingnian felt that she seemed to think he was mentally retarded: "I know what a mobile phone is."
"oh."
Fan Tingnian turned around, the brush in his right hand moving, dabbing some paint on it. "My phone is usually in my bedroom, I don't use it very often. Everyone in the castle can be contacted using any communication tool. My mother only calls me twice a month."
Chu Song: "But the phone can still access the internet, you can watch videos and see updates."
From Fan Tingnian's expression, it was obvious that he had no interest in any of this.
Chu Song was still curious: "Don't you usually watch the news?"
Fan Tingnian spoke again calmly: "Wan Ting will read the newspaper to me."
“…”
In order to respect and protect her employer's private space, Chu Song did not intend to continue asking and persuading. She focused her attention entirely on the plaster statue in front of her, wondering what color scheme Fan Tingnian would use today.
"Your..." But unexpectedly, Fan Tingnian frowned and looked behind her, then spoke.
Chu Song followed his gaze and looked back: "Computer?"
Fan Tingnian retracted his gaze and fell on her face: "What do you usually use your computer for?"
"I can organize materials at work, take notes in meetings, and also use it for entertainment, chatting with people, watching videos, and watching TV series."
Chu Song wasn't stupid enough to think he didn't know about computers, but judging by his appearance, he probably seldom used them. "Hmm... do you rarely watch movies or TV series?"
Fan Tingnian raised an eyebrow and glanced over: "I don't like it."
Chu Song thought of what Wan Ting had said before he joined the company, that he should try to communicate more with Fan Tingnian when he had the chance to change his introverted personality.
After thinking for a moment, Chu Song suggested in a friendly way, "I know some good movies. If you'd like, we can watch them together after work."
Fan Tingnian didn't say anything.
Chu Song took it as his acquiescence, took off his gloves, took the computer, opened the video software on the desktop, and flipped through it for a while: "Oh, maybe not today, I cleaned up my computer and deleted all the downloaded files. I'll download some more in the next two days. Let's watch it together in a couple of days."
Fan Tingnian still didn't say anything, and Chu Song wasn't sure whether he was willing or not.
She paused for a few seconds, and when she was about to put the computer back, she heard the man ask, "In a few days?"
"Two or three days? I'm downloading a TV series and a few movies." Downloading is easy, but it's more difficult to find what Fan Tingnian likes. He is a person who has only listened to others reading newspapers all year round, so how could she know what he likes.
And this was just her suggestion, not so strict that it had to be exact on a certain day. It was also possible that she could not find a movie that Fan Tingnian liked, and she would not be able to watch one until she was fired.
But Fan Tingnian frowned and looked down at his watch.
Three days, which means the latest is the day after tomorrow, Friday.
After a brief conversation, the work went much more smoothly afterwards.
Although Fan Tingnian still didn't talk much, he would occasionally answer her every three questions she asked. At six o'clock in the evening, the coloring work on the plaster statue was half completed.
Chu Song looked up again, shocked to realize that so much time had passed, and prepared to pack up and leave.
"Is it time for your dinner? Do you need to continue coloring?" She was afraid of disturbing Fan Tingnian's meal.
"Are you hungry?" Fan Tingnian asked.
Chu Song was packing up his things and didn't hear what he was saying, so he subconsciously hummed.
Fan Tingnian also took off his gloves and placed them on the table: "Then let's go eat."
Chu Song had just finished packing her bag and turned to look over. Her knee accidentally hit the chair and she winced in pain. "Okay, then you go eat? I'll go back and organize today's notes and revise the design."
She had a late lunch and wasn't hungry now, so she wanted to edit the picture first and go over to eat later.
Fan Tingnian looked at her for a while, and after a long moment, he said, "Yeah."
Because of the plaster statue, Chu Song would go to Fan Tingnian's studio after lunch for several days to color it with him.
She had talked a lot with Fan Tingnian these two days, and she took the opportunity to revise all three design sketches. She even boldly showed one of them to Fan Tingnian and asked for his opinion, who said it was pretty good.
On Friday morning, she sent all three drawings to Shu Ang. At noon, Shu Ang replied and said that the three drawings were temporarily approved. Fan Tingnian nodded in approval. After that, Shu Ang sent her some dimensions of cabinets, tables and chairs, and gave her a deadline of half a month to submit the design drawings.
There are still two days before the end of the probationary period, but Shuang's words basically confirm that she has passed the probationary period.
However, this does not mean that everything is foolproof. In the next two months, if Fan Tingnian is very dissatisfied with her design drawings, she may still be fired at any time.
But the news of her successful trial was enough to make her excited. After lunch, she returned to the bedroom, took a hot bath, wrapped herself in a towel and lay on the bed to call Wen Yao.
Wen Yao has a two-hour lunch break. She was busy with work in the morning and was delayed for a while. She is eating now.
"So you can work a few more days for the time being?" Wen Yao asked.
"Right," Chu Song tapped the mask on his face and thought carefully. "I don't think I can really stay for two or three months and finish this job, but I will definitely complete the design tasks assigned to me now. His subordinates said that even if I am fired, the designs I leave behind may eventually be used, so they will continue to pay me."
Wen Yao sighed sincerely: "That's great."
Chu Song also thought it was really good. He turned over, looked up at the ceiling, and smiled: "I'll buy you a gift when I get home."
"By the way, is your boss still difficult to deal with?"
"It's okay. I've been in contact with him a lot lately. I ask him about his design style, and he sometimes answers me. I also show him more of the designs I'm going to prepare, and try to get his ideas."
The two chatted for a few more sentences, but Wen Yao was still busy, so she hung up the phone.
After hanging up the call, Chu Song took off her facial mask and went to the bathroom to wash her face. Ten minutes later, she dressed neatly and came to the door of Fan Tingnian's studio.
I looked at the watch on my wrist and saw that there were still two minutes left.
Recently she has been here on time at 2:30, not a minute more or less.
Because she was able to keep her job, she felt much happier and lighter. Even during the two minutes she waited outside the door, the corners of her lips were raised.
Two minutes later, she looked at her watch again, then raised her hand and knocked on the door.
Today's coloring work continued smoothly. At half past five, Fan Tingnian called the restaurant to ask them to deliver food, and also brought her a steak salad. After eating, she continued with the finishing work on the plaster statue.
At 7:15, the last touch of color was evenly applied, and the work was finally completed after five days of work.
Chu Song was in a very good mood. He held the back of his neck and turned it slightly, planning to take a rest and watch a variety show when he got home.
She stayed up late to refine the design drawings the past two days and didn't go to bed until one or two o'clock.
"Mr. Fan, do you have any work that I can help you with?"
"No."
Chu Song let out a breath, releasing the tension from his shoulders as he tidied up the things on his desk. "Then I'll be leaving first. Starting tomorrow I probably won't be here every day. If there are any designs I need to discuss, I'll contact you in advance and ask if you have time."
As she spoke, she packed her computer bag and stood up from her chair. Then she felt the man next to her looking at her.
She looked back.
What's wrong? Is there something on her face or is her clothes not worn properly?
It can't be that her zipper is unzipped, she is wearing a skirt.
After seven o'clock, the sky gradually darkened. The outside of the glazed window was hazy and dark. The wind blew up the white gauze curtains, and the sound of waves could be heard outside the window.
Fan Tingnian looked at her for too long, and she felt uneasy. She asked, "Mr. Fan, is there anything else you need me for?"
"No."
"That's..."
"It's Friday."
Yes, today is Friday, but what happened to Friday?
Fan Tingnian sat steadily in the chair, staring into her round, watery eyes, seeing that she was looking at him in a daze.
"You said we were going to the movies on Friday." Fan Tingnian reminded him a few seconds later.
As the voice fell, Chu Song saw him look down at the expensive jeweled watch on his wrist, which displayed the date and time.
"I've been waiting for you all day."
Two or three days, it is clearly said to be Thursday, but you may still watch it. It is a liar.
Chu Song didn't expect that Fan Tingnian really took what she said to heart, and was speechless for a moment.
She tightened her grip on the computer bag, lifted the computer up, and placed it on the table. While pulling it open and pretending to take it out, she tried to make amends: "So do you want to see it now? If so, let's see it together..."
"Yeah." Fan Tingnian replied her.
"Is the movie downloaded?" the man asked again.
Chu Song was sweating a little, but she wasn't really. She had been busy with work for the past two days and had forgotten about this matter. It seemed that there were only two episodes of Korean dramas that she had downloaded before in her computer.
She chose to avoid answering Fan Tingnian's question: "Do you have wifi in this room?"
Fan Tingnian, wearing a light grey shirt, glanced at her face and said, "The signal isn't strong."
"Hmm?" Chu Song didn't understand.
Fan Tingnian: "I feel that the strong network signal will interfere with my work and affect my health. I asked Wan Ting to find someone to remove the network."
“…” Chu Song was silent for a few seconds before asking again, “Do you really want to watch it today?”
"Yeah." The man answered her slowly.
I can’t watch online without internet, so I can only watch what she downloaded.
What should she do? Chu Song remembered that there were kissing scenes in the Korean dramas in her computer.
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Fan: I have been waiting since Thursday [question mark]
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