Chapter 16 08.25/ His fiancée shared his thoughts online...
The corridor was empty, and Chu Song could clearly feel Fan Tingnian's breath spraying on her neck.
"Did you spray perfume?" He even asked again against her neck.
“No...no.” Chu Song took half a step back.
"Oh, really?" Fan Tingnian straightened up, but she still smelled very good.
The two of them were standing at the door frame, and no matter how Chu Song retreated, he was still very close to him.
It's not that she is completely unaware of the ambiguity between the two, but she seems to be a little bewitched by Fan Tingnian and cannot resist.
I used to sleep at Wen Yao's place, lying on the same bed with her, and she would say that when she became rich one day, she would not be a good person, but would be attracted to handsome men and want to experience a life with women on both sides.
There is a man in front of me now, who is very beautiful and seems to be unaware that he is seducing her.
He was too tall, and in his half-bent posture, his broad back blocked her eyes, and his eyes met hers.
She looked into his brown-green pupils, took a deep breath, and protested softly: "...Don't get so close to me."
"Why?" he asked, still maintaining a close distance. He tilted his head slightly and poked her cheek with his hand. "Are you blushing again?"
Chu Song became alert and put the back of his hand to his face: "Really? Maybe it's too hot."
"It's not hot at all. The temperature today is only 18 degrees." His eyes swept across her face and slid to the front of her neck. "You are just like in that TV show, still swallowing your saliva."
“…”
"Yes, it's too hot. It's because it's too hot. There's no other reason." She crawled out from under Fan Tingnian's arm.
The man finally raised his upper body, and the sudden height increase brought a new round of oppression to her.
She took a deep breath, wondering if she should still go in and apply the damn plaster with him.
"Come on," he said, opening the door and inviting her. "I want to paint the plaster statue with you."
That’s how it was played out in the TV series, and then the male lead was very straightforward and they kissed.
He also searched for some other information about the relationship between men and women on the Internet yesterday. The Internet called his behavior of wanting to smell the other person's scent abnormal, but he himself did not think so.
He simply thought she smelled very good, and they were very close just now, and when he saw her soft white cheeks, he wanted to pinch them.
"Come in, I want to paint a plaster statue with you." He said again.
Chu Song's scalp tingled. Although his tone was gentle and his attitude could even be described as kind, she inexplicably felt that there was a dangerous prison ahead.
It was so strange. Fan Tingnian was a cool and gentlemanly man, so why did he give her such a feeling?
Today, Fan Tingnian's attention did not seem to be on the plaster statue. He painted slowly and inattentively, occasionally pausing for a long time, his slender fingers turning the brush in his right hand, making it difficult to figure out what he was thinking.
But it was also interesting to see a beautiful man thinking, so Chu Song forgave his slow progress.
At a quarter past ten, Xiao Ai asked her to go downstairs to look at the blueprints. She apologized to Fan Tingnian and was allowed to leave his studio.
He was progressing too slowly today. If he continued at this rate, she might have to stay with him in the studio all day.
Chu Song returned to the workshop and discussed the design drawings with Xiao Ai and Zhang Zhang.
In the afternoon, Fan Tingnian contacted her through the workplace communication phone. She asked apologetically if the matter of the plaster statue could be delayed a little, as she had to hand over the second draft to Shu Ang tonight and it might be too late.
She promised to spend the whole day tomorrow to help him paint the plaster statue.
She was very nervous when she asked. After all, Fan Tingnian was her direct boss, and refusing her boss's request was a very dangerous behavior in the workplace.
However, the other party didn't seem to care much. He just confirmed again whether she could really use "all her time" to help him paint the plaster statue tomorrow. After getting her affirmative reply, he said "OK" and hung up the phone, with no intention of making things difficult for her.
Chu Song breathed a sigh of relief and when he hung up the phone, he felt that he was really a good boss.
In the evening, Wan Ting once again came to Fan Tingnian's studio on the fourth floor.
He stayed on the fourth floor almost all day, but he was not bored. There were dozens of rooms on the fourth floor. If he stayed in one room a day, it would take him more than a month to visit all the forty or so rooms.
The man sat behind a large desk.
Nan Zhimei had long planned to let him take over the family business. Although the family assets spread all over the world had a management team to help manage them, there still needed to be someone in charge.
In addition to inheriting his mother's excellent genes and possessing rare artistic talent, Fan Tingnian also possesses extremely high emotional intelligence and EQ, managing the family's investments and businesses...
The man's chest muscles make his shirt look nice and curvy. His shirt cuffs are rolled up to his elbows, revealing strong and powerful forearms.
Mixed-race people do have innate advantages in terms of body shape, with low body fat and good muscle density. As long as they control their diet a little and do some training, they will have a rare and beautiful body shape.
"Let's install internet on this floor of mine." He tapped the table with his slender fingers.
Wan Ting was puzzled: "Why did you suddenly think of reinstalling the network? Isn't it bad for your health?"
"Need to check something."
Fan Tingnian has been acting a little strange lately. Not only does he want to install an internet connection, but he also wants to get rows of plaster statues in his studio. He had his workers gather so many of them from somewhere a few days ago, and they were all moved into the studio and placed on the shelves.
Wan Ting felt obligated to ask about Fan Tingnian's life: "What's wrong with you lately?"
"What?" The handsome man raised his face.
Wan Ting thought for a moment. He had been living in the castle and had never had contact with outsiders, so it couldn't be a social issue. He didn't have any family pressure, and he didn't have any urgent work plans in the near future. So was it physical?
"Have you been feeling unwell recently?"
Yes, but it involves personal physiological privacy, so Fan Tingnian felt it was inconvenient to tell Wan Ting.
After two seconds of silence, he changed his tone and asked, "My mother wants me to get married as soon as possible?"
Seeing that the other party asked a serious question, Wan Ting frowned, lowered his head slightly, and answered seriously: "Not really, it's just that they hope you can get in touch with more people. Your mother knows some political and business families in Italy. When you go there later, you can have dinner with them. There are also families in North City who are old friends of your grandfather and grandfather. They are not forcing you to marry, but you really need to communicate more with people of your age..."
Instead of living in this desolate seaside villa all day, hugging those silent sculptures.
Fan Tingnian interrupted him: "Then if I want to get married in the future, how should I get along with her before that?"
Wan Ting thought he was really preparing for future social interactions and was very happy.
Wan Ting: "You mean if you meet a girl you want to have a deeper conversation with in the future?"
In-depth communication?
He has indeed read some popular science papers and articles on physiological knowledge in top journals recently.
"Yeah," he admitted.
Wan Ting's wife teaches at a university in Italy. They grew up together and she is his first love. He has relatively little experience in love and doesn't know what to teach Fan Tingnian.
He straightened his suit, looked up at Fan Tingnian's face, and said sincerely, "With your conditions, you can just pursue her directly."
Fan Tingnian felt that Wan Ting was talking nonsense. It seemed that he still had to install the Internet.
"Okay, you can go now." He raised his hand and gestured.
Sophie's birthday party was on Friday night. The day before, Chu Song spent the whole day with Fan Tingnian painting the plaster statue.
This was the second time this week that she had spent a full fourteen hours in Fan Tingnian's studio helping him with his work.
The first time was a few days ago when she handed in the second draft to Shu Ang.
Shu Ang returned the documents to her in the evening, emphasizing a few suggestions and telling him some of Fan Tingnian's living habits that he had not yet fully understood.
Based on Fan Tingnian's usage habits, Chu Song adjusted the seat height again and designed a vertical bookshelf on the right side of the desktop to have two uses - when folded upwards, it is vertical, and when pressed down, it can be used as a coaster to meet the need of placing coffee.
The bottom of the shelf is connected to a thin water pipe buried in the table and has an automatic cleaning function.
Chu Song has always wanted to create his own design brand. During his years at school, he participated in various competitions and won two awards. However, he was still a student at that time and the standards of the competition were not very high.
This time after leaving Fan Tingnian, she should be able to save some money. She wants to invest part of the money to create a few more technologically advanced design works and participate in high-quality competitions.
Chu Song took off his gloves, tidied up the trash on the table, and looked at the man who was still sitting there: "Are you going to attend Aunt Sophie's birthday party tomorrow?"
After she finished speaking, she shook her sore right hand. These plaster statues are really difficult to paint.
Fan Tingnian glanced at her fingers calmly, picked up the gloves she had just taken off and placed them in the silver cylinder on the left.
Should she participate? That depends on whether she participates or not.
Sophie has worked here for a long time and has good relationships with people. Many people will go to the side hall on the first floor to attend the banquet tonight.
She was going to wear a beautiful dress again and spray her perfume that made people want to kiss her.
"Are you going?" He looked up and asked gently.
Chu Song packed her things happily. Thinking about how much she had prepared for today's banquet, she even wrapped a gift for Sophie herself and said, "Let's go."
"I'm going too."
“Huh?” Chu Song was surprised that he would actually participate in such a crowded event.
However, when I thought about what Wan Ting said, there might be other wealthy people living in this area coming to participate in the event tonight, I felt that it was not very normal. After all, they all lived in the South District, and there must be some friends of Fan Tingnian.
He certainly wouldn't be without any friends.
The used brushes needed to be cleaned, and there were some paints on the table that needed to be cleaned. He couldn't let Fan Tingnian do it, so Chu Song took a wet towel and wiped it.
She had become more familiar with Fan Tingnian recently, so she chatted with him, "So, you'll stay here during the day tomorrow and go down at night?"
Fan Tingnian stared at the top of her head: "Yeah."
"What have you been doing these two days?" She didn't come over for the past two days.
When Chu Song looked up, Fan Tingnian indifferently withdrew his gaze.
These two days? He has been surfing the Internet.
He input his thoughts and searched for some questions. The Internet said that people who had the same ideas as him were perverts, but he did not agree with it.
People are different. Those people are, but he is not.
"Fan Tingnian?" Seeing that he didn't move, Chu Song raised his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.
Fan Tingnian's eyes fell on her slender fingers again. After a moment, his long eyelashes raised and met her eyes: "What's wrong?"
"No, it's okay." Chu Song took a step back and distanced himself from him.
His eyes were so beautiful that she felt her heart beating again when she looked at him for the first time. This was not good. She was afraid that if she drank a little, she would hug him and kiss him.
How scary! She had no confidence in her drinking ability. Sophie said there would be delicious cocktails tomorrow. It seemed she had to stay away from him tomorrow.
Chu Song packed up the wet tissues used to wipe the table and threw them into the trash can, then helped Fan Tingnian put the two painted plaster statues in order.
"Then I'll be leaving first? Tell me if there are any other videos you want to watch, I'll download them and bring them over to watch with you." She finally finished watching that Korean drama a few days ago. The last few episodes were all kissing scenes. Why didn't she notice so many of them when she watched it before?
"Yeah." The man still responded indifferently.
Chu Song felt that he was really cold sometimes.
She bent down to pick up the computer bag on the sofa and said goodbye again: "I'm leaving first, see you tomorrow."
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