Chapter 21 08.29/It is a more physiological impulse to like. ...
His broad hands clasped her waist, and Chu Song felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.
She was still kneeling in front of his legs. If her legs softened, she would sit completely in Fan Tingnian's arms. She tried to calm herself down and think.
"It's not appropriate for us to do this..."
"Why not?" He had read the paper and found that sexual attraction between men and women was a normal thing.
Especially between men and women who like each other.
Chu Song felt the strong muscles in his thighs.
With a height of 1.88 meters, a mixed-race appearance that is very aggressive when he looks cold, and a very low body fat percentage, he is a person who can easily arouse people's desire.
Chu Song took a deep breath, trying to pull himself back on track, and explained with difficulty: "Kissing is a very intimate thing. If you want to kiss, you have to be in a relationship."
The man didn't seem to hesitate: "Okay."
“…” Chu Song felt that Fan Tingnian might not even know what it meant to be in love.
"No." She held his shoulders.
"Why not?"
She went on to explain: "It can only be done between a man and a woman who like each other."
Chu Song was 1.62 meters tall, and when he was half-kneeling on him, he was only slightly taller than him.
Fan Tingnian held her body with one hand, and placed his other hand on the table beside him: "I like you."
He spoke seriously, but Chu Song didn't believe it at all.
They had only known each other for two weeks, and it was likely that all his knowledge of love came from that Korean drama. Moreover, given the disparity in their family backgrounds, how could she possibly believe what he said about liking her?
But I guess it’s hard to communicate with him right now.
She took another breath and refused: "No way."
Fan Tingnian pinched her chin and brought her closer to him: "You reject me?"
Chu Song didn't give him a chance to become more harsh in his tone. He gently slapped away the hand that was pinching his chin and said, "Yes."
Fan Tingnian looked at his hand that was slapped away. The girl only used very little strength. He was afraid of hurting her when he pinched her at the beginning, so he didn't squeeze it tightly, so she slapped it away easily.
Chu Song climbed down from Fan Tingnian and sat back in his seat.
She had just rejected Fan Tingnian and was actually a little nervous. She took a deep breath and flipped through a picture album on the table without looking up.
She stared at the album she had opened. "Anyway, you're my boss now, and I'm your designer. Yesterday's kiss was just our drunken impulse. And you shouldn't watch those TV shows anymore."
"Why?"
"That's something that only men and women who like each other can do."
Just when Chu Song thought the conversation was finally over, he heard the man ask again.
"You don't like me?"
Chu Song didn't know how to explain to him the meaning of liking someone and being together. Liking based on physical impulses is different from liking someone based on appreciation of their inner qualities.
She went over these thoughts in her mind and knew that she might not be able to explain them to Fan Tingnian at all, so she pondered for a few seconds and chose the simplest answer.
"Yes," she said.
When the voice fell, she could clearly feel that the air pressure on Fan Tingnian's body had dropped a little. If there was a thermometer in the room, she might be able to clearly see the significant drop in temperature.
Chu Song's movements of turning the pages of the book slowed down, and he began to regret not explaining more. Fan Tingnian looked a little scary.
"I......"
"I don't want to paint the plaster statue anymore." Fan Tingnian interrupted her.
"What?"
Fan Tingnian's words were so normal that Chu Song almost thought he had misheard and that he was going to cast himself into plaster.
She turned her head and looked over.
The man stared at her with his brown-green pupils, a powerful and wild aura emanating from him. He slowly repeated, "I said I don't want to be painted in plaster anymore."
Chu Song glanced at the unfinished product on the table, so now he wanted her to leave?
She thought for two seconds and clearly felt that Fan Tingnian was in a bad mood.
She gently pushed the book in front of her aside, leaned over to pick up her bag from the sofa, and her movements were very gentle from beginning to end. "Then I'll be leaving first, Mr. Fan."
The man's eyelids seemed to move when she called him Mr. Fan, but it was definitely not a good emotion.
He looked indifferent: "Yeah."
Chu Song stood up completely, but Fan Tingnian was still blocking the outside of the workbench. If he didn't let Chu Song go, he could only step over him.
She stood there hesitating. The man raised his eyes and looked at her lightly. Then he raised his arm and put his arm around her waist. Using one arm, he lifted her off him.
Chu Song held her breath again, and her heart only settled down when her feet touched the ground. She stepped on the ground lightly to feel the realness of the ground.
"Then I'll be leaving first. I'll show you the design drawings after they're rendered. You can come back to me if you have anything else."
Chu Song went to the studio right after leaving Fan Tingnian and was busy with design drawings all night. Xiao Ai and Zhang Zhang had worked with other designers before, but those two designers only lasted less than ten days before being kicked out by Fan Tingnian.
One was that they used orange, the color that Fan Tingnian hated the most, when designing the cabinet shelves, and the other was that the designed irregular patterns had too many sharp angles. Fan Tingnian didn't like either of them, so he asked Wan Ting to pay the other party and let the two people go.
Xiao Ai held the printed design drawing and approached Zhang Zhang, a little puzzled. "This is the design drawing that Mr. Fan approved this morning, right?"
It was a design drawing for an ornament, very small, so I showed it to Fan Tingnian in advance.
Zhang Zhang glanced at it and said, "Yes."
The studio was very large, and the three girls didn't care about much. They sat at the same table, each with two computers, working while eating snacks spread out in the middle of the table.
The pastries sent by Aunt Sophie were delicious.
Xiao Ai pushed the chocolate crisps aside a little further and looked carefully at the picture in her hand. "I know what's strange. This main color pattern is orange, and it didn't get rejected."
Chu Song sat across from the two of them and heard their conversation. There was clearly nothing wrong, but he felt inexplicably guilty.
Zhang Zhang pulled the design over and took a look at it. "Maybe the orange color isn't obvious."
"Isn't it obvious?" Xiao Ai said, "It's only about the size of a palm."
Zhang Zhang casually said, "Maybe Mr. has changed his personality. Sometimes he likes this design thing, sometimes he likes this design thing. There's no pattern."
The computer beeped, and the last picture was finally rendered. Chu Song clicked it to enlarge it and checked it one last time.
She leaned to the left and said to the two people behind the computer, "Are those two images rendered?"
Xiao Ai glanced at the computer and smiled, "It's almost done."
"You go back first," Xiao Ai said, looking at the dark circles under her eyes. "You've been staying up late to edit the pictures these past few days. You don't have to wait for this picture of mine. I'll post it in the group once it's rendered."
Chu Song was indeed a little sleepy, especially after chatting with Fan Tingnian in the studio for a long time in the afternoon. Although he was in the studio at night, he was indeed a little tired because Fan Tingnian had been busy all night.
She pressed her solar plexus, stood up, and packed her things: "Then I'll go back to my room first, and then discuss all the drawings in the group later."
Xiao Ai nodded and gestured goodbye to her: "Okay."
Chu Song returned to the bedroom and took a hot bath. While standing under the shower, he thought of the big bathtub in the lounge of Fan Tingnian's studio.
The big bathtub floated in her mind for two seconds, and she knocked the side of her head to stop herself from thinking about it.
In fact, she has been a little distracted recently, often thinking of Fan Tingnian and the things around Fan Tingnian. She attributed all the faults to Fan Tingnian being too handsome.
After taking a steaming hot shower, she wrapped herself in a towel, wiped the fog off the bathroom glass, and applied some cool toner to clear her mind.
After blow-drying my hair, I went back to bed and saw the message from the competition group.
Because Duan Linsheng was really interested in participating in the competition, Chu Song pulled his junior sister Wang Ran, her roommate Lin Qingqin, and Duan Linsheng into a group. Of course, this group also included Wen Yao, who was not participating in the competition but played a significant role in matchmaking.
The messages sent in the group all came from junior sister Wang Ran. She and Duan Linsheng had already graduated and were working, and only the two junior sisters were relatively free. So before officially starting to prepare for the competition, the two junior sisters would collect some relevant information this month and bring it to the group for discussion.
What was posted in the group at that time were several related cases that won awards in previous years, as well as some works that were not selected. Duan Linsheng joined in, and the three of them chatted about more than twenty items.
As the leader of this group, Chu Song should shoulder the greatest responsibility. She simply dried her hair, sat on a chair, and used her thumb to read through all the works posted by her junior sister in the group from top to bottom. At the same time, she wrote a 200-word analysis for each work and posted it in the group.
Wang Ran: [Oh my god, senior sister, you’re so fast! I thought you were busy and wouldn’t be able to watch it until tomorrow.]
Wang Ran: [[Kiss]]
Chu Song: [I'm waiting for the renderings now, I have some free time.]
Chu Song: [You can take a look at the analysis I wrote first. If you have other opinions, you can also post them in the group and we will integrate them.]
Duan Linsheng: [I only understand technology, not design.]
Duan Linsheng: [The third spiral draft has underlying logic problems, making it very difficult to implement in reality.]
Wang Ran: [I was saying that the design was really good, how could it not be selected?]
Wen Yao didn't understand, so she became a silent member and only came out to grab a red envelope when Chu Song gave it out.
Then she opened a private window and called Chu Song: [You only gave me 200, and I grabbed 99 for myself???]
Wen Yao: [I’m so lucky today.]
Wen Yao: [I should go buy a lottery ticket!!!]
Chu Song sent her an emoticon that read, "Congratulations, I hope you can support me after you win the lottery."
Wen Yao’s voice came in.
"No, I have to say it again. Five red envelopes cost two hundred yuan each, and I was able to grab ninety-nine. This isn't ninety-nine yuan, this is heaven-sent good luck."
Wen Yao was really excited, even more excited than when she got her salary.
After sitting for a while, Chu Song's hair, which had not been blown dry, was now dry.
She kicked off her slippers and lay on the bed, listening to Wen Yao continue: "I met a handsome guy on the subway this morning. He had big eyebrows and beautiful eyes. I sat next to him. But I don't know what he looks like under the mask, tsk tsk."
"But looking at the side, his nose is quite high, it's pushing up the mask," Wen Yao said with increasing regret. "I should have asked for his contact information. I'm speechless. It's all my fault for not waking up early."
Chu Song listened to her, turned over, and lay on his back in bed looking at the ceiling. Suddenly, hesitantly, he asked, "Would you like someone just based on their looks?"
"Isn't it true," Wen Yao said, "when everyone falls in love, isn't it all about appearance? If he doesn't have a good-looking appearance, would you be attracted by his interesting soul? Isn't it the same with idols? You fall in love with the face first."
Chu Song was a little hesitant. She did like Fan Tingnian's looks, but Fan Tingnian was... She felt that Fan Tingnian had been completely unsocialized up to this point, and how could he suddenly like her...
"Then do you think I have the kind of appearance that would make others fall in love with me in a short period of time?" She still felt that Fan Tingnian didn't understand what love meant at all.
"Yes, baby, what are you thinking about?!" Wen Yao screamed sharply, "You are thin but with some meat, your limbs are slender but not skinny at all, your skin is white and tender, and your big twinkling eyes are bewitching me to death, of course I am! Have you forgotten that someone asked for your phone number at the last comic convention?!"
“Hmm…” Chu Song touched his hair.
"What's wrong? What happened?" Wen Yao asked sharply.
Chu Song hadn’t figured it out yet, so after thinking about it, he didn’t say anything for the time being: “Nothing.”
Xiao Ai sent the rendering to the group at 10:40. Chu Song took a few glances at it, confirmed that there was no problem, and went to bed.
I slept from 11 o'clock to 8 o'clock the next morning and had a very good sleep.
I woke up, washed, got dressed and went to the restaurant to eat. After dinner, I planned to go to the studio to check some design drawings with Xiao Ai and Zhang Zhang.
At 8:15, she walked to the restaurant on the second floor. As soon as she entered, Sophie brought the food to her.
Chu Song yawned and took her favorite grape juice. She was still a little dazed having just woken up. After taking a sip of the juice, she remembered that she shouldn't come here to eat again. In fact, there was no need to observe Fan Tingnian so frequently. She could go to another employee restaurant on the same floor to eat later.
But since we're here today, we'll eat here and go there tomorrow.
But it’s only 8:15, why didn’t Fan Tingnian come today?
He usually comes at 8 o'clock, eats until 8:30 and leaves, but recently he has been very unpunctual and often comes at 8 o'clock and eats until 9 o'clock.
Chu Song was just wondering when another person came into the restaurant. It was an Italian male servant.
Sophie saw him, stopped what she was doing, and asked, "What did you say, sir?"
The male servant glanced at the juice cup in Chu Song's hand and was a little confused about what he was about to say: "The master said he won't come to breakfast today or tomorrow, and he hates drinking grape juice the most."
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The author has something to say: Song Song: (frozen) Then should I drink it or not?
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