Chapter 17 08.26/My fiancée’s bare back. …
At four o'clock in the afternoon of the next day, Chu Song finished work early and returned to his room.
There were far more people at the birthday party in the evening than she had imagined. Just now, in the workshop on the second floor, looking down from upstairs, she saw that some people had already arrived in the courtyard one after another.
Xiao Ai told her that most of them lived in the castle diagonally behind, and were Fan Tingnian's subordinates, and a few were wealthy friends living nearby.
"Subordinates?" Chu Song turned around in surprise.
Xiao Ai pushed the table, her chair sliding back. She raised her hand to support her neck and turned it. "Yes, his family does have a lot of property to inherit, but he doesn't want to go back and take over the entire business. His mother sent some people over and asked him to..."
Xiao Ai thought for a moment and found a suitable term: "telecommuting."
Zhang Zhang also looked up and helped explain, "Every month, he'll go to the building behind to work for a few days to ensure the normal operation of part of the business."
Chu Song was stunned. She had never been exposed to this kind of society before, and there were many things she didn't understand.
But she quickly put all this behind her and went up to her room on the third floor. After all, it had nothing to do with her.
Chu Song chose a crimson dress with cross-straps on the back. When it was tied, the top of the straps formed a bow when viewed from behind.
This dress was bought a long time ago. I bought it with Wen Yao last year when we were shopping. It cost her two thousand dollars at that time, but I never had the right opportunity to wear it after I bought it.
She always wore T-shirts and shorts at work. She finally got the chance to travel, but she thought this skirt was inconvenient to wear and never wore it. Today it came in handy.
After changing clothes and putting on some appropriate makeup, Wen Yao just happened to call me on video.
"Hey, what day is it today? Are you wearing your battle uniform?" Wen Yao got off work on time for the first time this week. She just walked out of the hotel building and was about to walk to the nearby shopping mall to buy some ingredients to go home and cook.
Chu Song propped her phone in front of the mirror and re-applied her eyebrows. Suddenly, she felt that the place she was in and the place behind the camera were like two different worlds.
Wen Yao's place was full of people coming and going, and the occasional honking of horns and the sound of traffic reminded her that the place seemed more like the real world.
No wonder Xiao Ai said today that if she stayed here for a long time, she would really miss it. It was like a paradise, without the pressure of a fast-paced life, without the constantly ringing work bell, but only the beautiful scenery by the sea and all kinds of friendly companions.
No wonder Fan Tingnian doesn’t like going out either.
Wen Yao had just crossed the intersection and stepped onto the sidewalk. She adjusted her headphones and looked at the person across from her: "What's going on? Are you stupid for wearing a pretty dress?"
"No," she sighed suddenly, sat down, paused for half a second, and continued drawing her eyebrows in front of the mirror, "I always feel that I will have withdrawal symptoms when I leave and go back."
Wen Yao looked at the road while communicating with her: "What do you mean?"
"The food here is delicious, the scenery is beautiful, the work pressure is low, and the people are lovely." When she said this, she suddenly thought of Fan Tingnian, who was not only cute, but also very handsome, so handsome that it was outrageous.
"No, no, no, stop talking. I have conjunctivitis." Wen Yao asked her for the hundred and eighth time if Fan Tingnian needed a lobby manager.
Wen Yao: "Take out my resume, professional housekeeper."
Chu Song laughed: "People like them seem to have housekeepers drawn from the family."
Wen Yao expressed deep regret for this: "Okay."
"By the way, you haven't told me why you're wearing your red dress."
Chu Song stood up from her chair and bent down to look for another tool in her makeup bag. "That Aunt Sophie I told you about before, today is her birthday, and she's having a small party."
"Oh my god," Wen Yao sighed again, "That's too good. What's the difference between you and playing all day?"
Chu Song opened her eyes wide and drew light eyeliner in front of the mirror: "So that's why I said I would definitely have withdrawal symptoms when I leave."
"Yes, the competition you mentioned before, AM..." Wen Yao is not a professional designer and can't quite remember the name.
Chu Song stopped and asked, "AMND?"
"Yes, that's it. A few days ago, a former customer of mine told me that her daughter is doing this. She's your junior, and she went to the same undergraduate school as you. She's now a junior. You need help with your competition, so why don't you give her a try?"
Chu Song has been working for two years and has been away from school for quite some time. She had wanted to find fellow students from the same school to form a team, but her social circle was limited and she had not found the right person yet.
"Yes, do you have contact information?" Chu Song quickly put down the makeup tools in her right hand and took the phone.
Wen Yao: "Yes, I asked for her WeChat and will share it with you."
"Wen Yao, you are my lucky star."
Chu Song asked Wen Yao for her contact information, added her WeChat, and chatted with this junior sister for a while.
My junior is indeed very interested in this competition. What’s even better is that there is a girl in her dormitory who is in the same major and is also interested in participating. She can join their team.
Chu Song was happy for a moment and chatted with them for a while longer. When he put down his phone and looked downstairs, he found that there were fewer people in the yard than before. It should be that the party had started and everyone had gone to the banquet hall in the building behind.
Chu Song checked the time and saw that Xiao Ai was also contacting her on her phone, asking her where she was.
She replied to the message, quickly put down her phone, and finished putting on her makeup.
She was indeed late, and the party had already started when she arrived.
Although it is called a banquet, it is not that grand. It is more like a small gathering where everyone gets together to eat and drink.
Sophie looked no different from usual, except that she had changed into a plainer and more beautiful dress.
Chu Song saw a few people talking around Sophie, but she didn't go over immediately. After they finished talking, Sophie looked up and saw her, waved and called out, "Chu Song."
What Chu Song said before was correct. Many of the butlers, servants and other staff in this castle came from Fan Tingnian’s family in Italy.
Not all of them are relatives from side branches, only some are relatives from the servants' families. In short, by extending and extending, a family like this will only use people they are familiar with.
The reason why Sophie got this name is because she grew up in Italy.
She is Chinese and was adopted from an orphanage when she was young. The Italian couple who adopted her happened to be from Fan Tingnian's family, so later she came here and has been working.
Hearing Sophie calling her, Chu Song hurried over.
She pushed the gift box in her hand over and said, "I made this a few days ago. I'm giving it to you as a birthday present."
Sophie's eyes had wrinkles at the corners, made more obvious by her smile. She held the box in her hand and said kindly, "It's okay if you don't want to send it. We just want to have a good time and have a meal together."
In order to match this skirt, Chu Song specially braided her long hair into a braid, revealing her fair back without any hair covering it.
Chu Song was about to speak when she suddenly noticed someone was looking at her.
She frowned, looked up and around, and her sight seemed to disappear again.
Sophie clapped her hands: "What's wrong?"
Chu Song shook his head: "It's okay."
She felt that she might have been possessed by a ghost recently and was too sensitive to Fan Tingnian's eyes, and a little neurotic.
She rubbed the back of her head, dismissed the inappropriate thought, and returned to normal. She pointed to the box in Sophie's hand and said, "Want to open it and take a look? It's a keychain I designed."
It was inconvenient to buy things when living here, so she carved one out of wood.
She was not a professional, and the thing she carved was very simple, a little bird, but what mattered was her good aesthetic sense. Although the bird looked simple, it was very cute, and Sophie liked it very much.
"Okay, let's go eat," Sophie took her hand and pointed behind her. "It's time for dinner. You must be hungry. Let's eat and play at the same time. There will be a show later."
On the platform not far away, the spotlights were bright, and there were seven or eight people sitting on both sides of the platform, forming a small symphony orchestra.
Chu Song had eaten little at noon and was indeed a little hungry. She touched her stomach and gestured to Sophie, "Then I'll go over and eat first?"
Not far away there were several rows of stands, just like the decoration of this hall, magnificent and filled with all kinds of food.
She also saw Xiao Ai.
"Xiao Ai." She raised her hand to signal the girl on the side and was about to walk out.
Suddenly, there was a very faint fragrance beside her. Her wrist was held. She was startled and turned to look over.
Two minutes ago, someone called Sophie, and she went over to greet them. She was no longer there. The place where Chu Song was standing was close to the edge of the hall, and the light was very dim.
From this angle, she suddenly realized that Fan Tingnian was really tall.
He usually sat down. Although she knew he was tall, she had no concrete feeling. Occasionally, when he stood up, especially when he stood next to her, she could feel that he could really block out all the light just by standing in front of her.
Chu Song was trapped in the corner and could no longer see the other people and the light and shadow behind him.
Her wrist was still held in his hand, and she was so stunned that she couldn't speak for a moment.
After a few seconds, she finally came to her senses and pulled her left hand out.
The man seemed to realize that he was still holding her. He loosened his hand, twisted his fingertips, as if savoring something, and put it behind his back: "Sorry."
His tone was calm, his usual cold voice: "You didn't see the steps in front of you just now. I thought you were going to fall."
After hearing his explanation, Chu Song realized that if she looked diagonally in front of her and walked down to the hall, there were indeed steps of more than ten centimeters. She was wearing high heels, and it would be disastrous if she stepped on empty air.
"Thank you." She hurriedly thanked him.
When she thanked him, she bowed slightly as usual, and her braid slid from her back to her shoulders, revealing her fair and beautiful back.
Fan Tingnian's gaze fell over, glanced, and then retracted.
"Why are you wearing a skirt like this?" he asked suddenly.
"Hmm?" Chu Song looked up and explained after realizing what was happening, "It's Aunt Sophie's birthday party, so I wanted to dress a little more formally."
"Yeah, very beautiful."
He suddenly praised her, and Chu Song's breathing stopped. There was a wall half a meter behind her, and Fan Tingnian was in front of her. This position made her almost squeezed into the corner.
He seemed to lower his head, looking at her intently, and still praising her. Chu Song's breathing stagnated, and she blushed uncontrollably.
"Thank you." She could feel her ears getting hot.
"You're welcome. I'm telling the truth."
"Well, thank you anyway..."
After this sentence, the atmosphere between the two of them suddenly became quiet. About two seconds later, when Chu Song was at a loss and was about to say something, the man suddenly asked again.
"But isn't it cold?"
"What?"
"Some more people will be coming over later, and the air conditioning will be turned down even lower," Fan Tingnian gestured to the people behind him, "I see a lot of people are wearing long sleeves."
"Well...I don't think so." Although Chu Song said this, she didn't know if it was because of the relationship Fan Tingnian mentioned, but she did feel a little cold.
She raised her hand and touched her bare arm, and the next second the man suddenly raised his hand and took off his suit.
The warm suit jacket was draped over her. The jacket was so big that it seemed to wrap her whole body. The two of them stood so close that her high heels almost touched the tips of his leather shoes.
Her breathing was completely tightened this time.
"Fan..." She looked up and met the man's gaze.
"I can't wear two of them, so I'll lend them to you. Return them to me when you get hot."
But even though he said this, he didn't seem to have any intention of taking the coat away again, because he hooked his fingers around the collar of the coat and wrapped it around her a little tighter.
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