Chapter 20 08.27/This is the second update. Do you want to continue? ...
When Chu Song and Wen Yao finished their conversation, she noticed that Fan Tingnian was looking at her. She couldn't stand being stared at, so she simply put down her phone and looked at him.
Then the two of them started staring at each other.
“…”
Chu Song felt that there was no point in continuing to watch like this. She wasn't here to compete with Fan Tingnian for who had bigger eyes. After thinking for a moment, she put her phone aside and was about to lower her head to start eating again.
"You want to contact someone you used to like and who also likes you?"
Chu Song thought his words were a bit long and strange. After a moment's thought, he slowed down his movements while fiddling with the jam and explained, "No, we just teamed up and entered a competition together."
"What game?"
“A design competition.”
Fan Tingnian spoke very little, and two consecutive questions were the most he could say on a normal day.
After saying this, she felt Fan Tingnian looked at her for a while, then picked up the fork and started eating again.
She breathed a sigh of relief. She was a little afraid that Fan Tingnian would mention the kiss last night.
Obviously, it was the effect of alcohol last night. Both of them were impulsive, which was why she was obsessed and did not push him away, and even responded at times.
But she had thought about it carefully before coming to dinner. There was an obvious gap between her and Fan Tingnian, and now he was her client and her boss. It would be okay if they kissed, but if this matter was exposed, it would only make the situation awkward and might even cause her to lose her job.
At this moment, as long as Fan Tingnian doesn't mention it, forgetting it is the best option.
But now it seems that Fan Tingnian really didn't mention it again, so he probably thought so too.
"Is there anything I can do for you later?" The man cut the beef with his knife and fork, and seemed to glance at her mobile phone again.
The tone of his question was flat, no different from before.
Chu Song calmed down and tried to look calm: "Nothing."
Working here, there is a lot of flexible time and no one cares. As long as you complete the work within the specified time, no one cares when you do it.
She had already checked the final colored draft last night, and would polish the details in the next two days before submitting it to Fan Tingnian.
"Well, I want to apply plaster." Fan Tingnian said.
Chu Song was silent for two seconds, which was rare. In fact, she felt that she didn't really need to help with the plaster application. Just helping to support the plaster statue would be enough with her hands. Besides, she had been getting too close to Fan Tingnian recently... She always felt that this was not right.
"Is there any problem?" The man asked again, probably seeing her hesitation.
Fan Tingnian looked normal. Chu Song wondered if she was overthinking it. After thinking for a moment, she confirmed again: "Do you want me to help you?"
"right."
He didn't explain much, but what he meant was that she had helped him many times and was familiar with the procedures, so it would be better to use her.
Chu Song thought about it for a few seconds and finally agreed.
Half past ten was the time she and Fan Tingnian had agreed upon. She came with a computer and some drawing tools.
When she arrived, Fan Tingnian was already sitting at the workbench. He was wearing a gray shirt, with his head down, swiping the screen of his mobile phone with his right hand, looking at something.
It was very strange. It was the first time she saw Fan Tingnian playing with his cell phone.
Hearing the noise behind him, the man retracted his long legs, glanced sideways, and put away his phone.
When he put away his phone, Chu Song had already walked over. He accidentally glanced at his screen and found that it was fixed on the search engine.
"Mr. Fan." She put her computer bag and tools on the shelf she usually used, returning to this address in order to distance themselves from each other.
The man sitting behind her, out of her sight, stared at her back and frowned slightly.
Chu Song didn't see it, or maybe he did, as she put on her dye-stained work clothes and gloves and walked over.
"Which one do you want to paint today?"
A plaster statue was completed two days ago. Since she was called here again today, it must be to paint a new one.
I don’t know if it’s Chu Song’s illusion, but Fan Tingnian is a little quieter than usual today.
The room is empty and you can only hear the sound of waves and sea breeze outside the window. It is too quiet and seems a bit weird.
Chu Song felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to say something, at least to make the environment less strange.
“Is your sculpture exhibition next year?”
"Um."
"So this is what you're working on this year?" She gestured to the white plaster on the shelves.
She felt that this was work, otherwise why would Fan Tingnian take the trouble to color the plasters? Many times he would sit in front of the plaster table for eight or nine hours, and she was forced to do it with him.
She couldn't just quit doing what her boss asked her to do now that her main job was stable, so most of the time she could only risk her life to accompany him.
This time the man answered more slowly: "Yes."
Today was the same. He stayed in this studio for eight hours, and until six o'clock in the evening, Fan Tingnian had not finished his work.
During this time, her cell phone rang several times. She could feel that every time her cell phone rang, Fan Tingnian would glance over at her.
However, she had blocked her family members, and no one contacted her about work, so all the messages were spam. Only the two messages that came at this moment were from Wen Yao.
Duan Linsheng is currently interning at a large Internet company. He is very busy at work during the day, and now he has finally had a break and was pulled into the group by Wen Yao.
After working all afternoon, Chu Song was getting a little impatient. Seeing the notification on his phone, he raised his hand to take off his gloves and said to Fan Tingnian, "Can you wait a moment? I'll check the message."
It was that very faint look again, but his gaze was accurately fixed on her screen: "Okay."
Chu Song wanted to get up, but she found that she was sitting on the inside, with the sofa on her right and Fan Tingnian on her left. If she stood up to go out and check the news, she would either have to ask Fan Tingnian to move aside or step over him.
The option of stepping over it was totally unreliable, but she was already reading messages at work, and she didn't want to trouble Fan Tingnian to make room for her again.
After thinking about it, I sat down in the chair and turned on my phone.
Duan Linsheng was still busy, so the message sent in the group was a voice message. At first, she accidentally poked a spot with her finger, and as soon as the man's voice said a word, she clicked it off and converted the voice message into text.
Although she and Duan Linsheng were not familiar with each other when they were in school, they could talk to each other. The boy had a cheerful personality, and Wen Yao was there to mediate in the group. The atmosphere between the three of them was very harmonious, and it didn't seem like they hadn't spoken to each other for a long time.
Duan Linsheng sent three long voice messages in a row, first talking about his undergraduate major and current work situation, and finally talking about his thoughts on this competition.
He said that although he is usually very busy, if he can win an award in this competition, it will be of great help to him in his future internship and job application, or in interviewing other companies, so he is willing to do his best to contribute to the team.
After all, they have been classmates for several years, and Wen Yao and Chu Song both know Duan Linsheng's character, and they know that if he says so, he will definitely do it.
In just a few days, thanks to Wen Yao and some luck, the team was almost complete. Chu Song was very happy and said a few more words in the group.
She typed a few words and sent them over, a smile unconsciously appearing on her face.
It was a little after six o'clock, just when the sun was beginning to set. Outside the window, the rays of light were abundant, and the orange-red light gradually painted the entire sky.
Fan Tingnian suddenly knocked on the table with one hand.
Chu Song realized that he had been talking for too long and quickly put away his phone: "Sorry, let's continue."
She slammed her phone down on the table and put on the gloves she had just taken off.
Because she was the one who always supported the plaster statue, both of her gloves were stained with oil paint, and were much dirtier than Fan Tingnian's pair of white gloves with paintbrushes.
After she said this, the man didn't move, so she turned her head to look over.
As soon as her eyes fell on Fan Tingnian, the corners of her lips suddenly felt itchy, and a gentle warmth swept across her. Then she realized that Fan Tingnian had taken off his gloves at some point.
He just rubbed the corner of her lips with the tip of his right finger: "Hair got into your mouth."
Although he was just brushing her hair, the action he had just pressed on her lips was a little heavy, as if the touch was still there. Chu Song unconsciously recalled the kiss last night.
Or maybe the kiss today had actually been lingering in her mind, but she just ignored it deliberately.
While she was stunned, the man's fingertips touched her cheek again, but he let go immediately, showing his gentlemanly restraint.
"Can I touch your face again?" he asked.
Although she hadn't drunk alcohol today, Chu Song still felt that his words were so blunt and shocking, especially since he stared at her blankly while saying them, with only her shadow in his brown-green pupils.
He sat on the outside, his long legs stretched under the workbench, blocking her entire path, as if he had squeezed her into a corner.
It was indeed a blind spot. As long as he didn't allow it, it would be almost impossible for her to step over him and get out of this corner.
"Why?"
"I want to touch your face," he said, his eyes sweeping over her fair cheeks, "it looks so soft and nice to pinch."
"No, normal people shouldn't touch other people's faces in social situations."
"Why, the people in those TV shows you showed me will do."
Chu Song regretted letting him watch those TV dramas. What on earth was he learning? She was a little afraid that she had led him astray.
Thinking of this, her eyes unconsciously fell on his lips again.
The moment her eyes fell on him, the man changed his posture and moved closer.
The two chairs were originally next to each other, and he moved closer, leaving little distance between them.
The sun sets, the glow is a little dimmer than before, and the orange hue on the horizon is half hidden in the clouds.
In the two seconds that Chu Song was distracted, the phone on the table vibrated again. She quickly turned her head, avoiding Fan Tingnian's gaze, and touched the phone.
But the next second, her wrist was pressed down.
Fan Tingnian seemed to be just holding her down lightly, but her hand was pressed under his palm and it was difficult to move.
"Is it the man from this morning?"
"Have you been talking to him?" He looked into her eyes.
Chu Song's scalp began to tingle again: "I'm sorry... I really shouldn't deal with personal issues during work."
"Personal question?"
"Yes." Chu Song replied a little guilty. The competition was indeed a personal matter, and she shouldn't always deal with competition matters in front of Fan Tingnian.
"Then what kind of problem is your problem with me?" He really didn't seem to understand, and looked at her with confusion. "Aren't private issues only considered private issues between men and women?"
"What?" Chu Song was a little confused by his two sentences.
She vaguely felt that Fan Tingnian was going to mention something, and the balance she had been trying to maintain all day was about to be broken. She began to pull her hands back, trying to break free from Fan Tingnian's grasp.
Sure enough, the next second the man stared at her and said, "Didn't we kiss before?"
Chu Song was speechless for a moment, and his ears gradually felt hot.
After a few seconds of pausing, he continued, "Or do we need to kiss again to be considered an intimate couple?"
As he said this, he exerted a little force and pulled her into his arms.
Even when sitting, he was still much taller than her. She knelt with one leg on his leg, raised her head to meet his eyes, and felt his other hand on the back of her waist.
Now was different from yesterday, he was in a sober state. Chu Song's reason prevailed and he raised his hand to hold his shoulder.
She looked into his eyes, unable to say no.
At this moment, Fan Tingnian lightly kissed the corner of her lips.
Chu Song’s heart suddenly shrank.
His voice was hoarse: "You wanted to say no, but you didn't, so you wanted to kiss me too."
He pinched her chin, lifted her face up and brought it closer to him. He didn't say anything else, but this action clearly revealed his intention. He was asking her if she still wanted to kiss him.
If you want to kiss, go ahead.
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