Chapter 23 08.31/This is the first update. What do you want to do?
Chu Song didn't know whether it was because Fan Tingnian was too oppressive or because his eyes were too beautiful that she was bewitched. In any case, when she reacted, she was already sitting with him in his original restaurant, having dinner.
"Since you don't drink your grape juice, sir, I only made one glass for you today." Sophie's words interrupted her thoughts.
Chu Song came back to his senses, collected his thoughts, and took the juice from Sophie's hand: "Thank you, Aunt Sophie."
Fan Tingnian was still at the table, and the two of them were talking in very low voices.
Sophie: "You're welcome."
Chu Song has big, almond-shaped eyes that are slightly round, and a standard oval face, but he is not too thin to have angular features. On the contrary, his cheeks have some flesh, and his eyes are curved and he smiles very sweetly.
This reminded Sophie of her little daughter who was far away in a foreign country, so she really liked her.
Seeing Chu Song's phone on the desk lighting up frequently, she kindly reminded him, "It seems like there's a message coming in on your phone."
Chu Song took a look and saw that it was a message from the competition group, and the person sending the message was Duan Linsheng.
Sophie thought Chu Song was worried that Fan Tingnian wouldn't let his employees reply to messages during lunch. "It's okay, Mr. Fan won't mind."
Fan Tingnian certainly didn't mind her employees looking at their phones while eating, but she felt that Fan Tingnian seemed a little bothered by Duan Linsheng.
But after thinking for two seconds, Chu Song still took the phone.
She and Fan Tingnian do not have any close relationship now. Besides, even if they are in a relationship, she will not refuse to reply to such serious work messages just because the other party minds.
But the moment she picked up the phone, she felt Fan Tingnian's gaze on her.
He stared at her with his brown-green eyes from halfway across the table.
It was impossible not to be affected, but Chu Song gritted his teeth and resolutely replied to the message seriously.
Duan Linsheng also took the time to read through the rejected works and, like her, wrote a few short essays, focusing on analyzing the technical problems of each rejected work. At this time, he and two other junior sisters were discussing these issues in the group.
Chu Song was an outstanding graduate of her class at the time and had won several professional awards. Wang Ran admired her very much. Based on the technical loopholes mentioned by Duan Linsheng, he asked her a few design questions. Finally, he praised her and sent her a few emoticons.
When she put down her phone, she found Fan Tingnian was still looking at her.
But apart from looking at her, he didn't do anything else or anything more outrageous. In the third second after she put down her phone, he withdrew his gaze and looked at the beef on the plate.
His movements in cutting meat were still graceful, and his exposed forearms had subtle but bulging veins due to the slight force he exerted.
Just when she thought that the matter was over and Fan Tingnian would ignore her because he was unhappy, the man suddenly spoke.
His tone was calm, and it was rare to hear his emotions, not excited at all: "Are you chatting with someone else?"
“Yes…” Chu Song picked up the knife and fork.
"You guys are using..." He paused, seemingly unfamiliar with the terms used for these electronic devices. "What chat software?"
“WeChat.” Chu Song replied.
The man stared at the beef on the plate and frowned. "The software with a green background and a white pattern in the middle?"
"Yes," Chu Song explained, stacking the toast and ham together with his knife and fork. "Sometimes we can't meet at work, so we need to add WeChat to communicate important information."
The man paused for a second and then said, "I also have an account for that app."
Chu Song paused, finally understanding what he meant, and explained, "But we don't need it. There's a communication phone in the room, and it's only a few rooms away. There are also many servants. If necessary, we can meet at any time without sending messages on the phone."
After a long while, she heard the man's voice, a little lower than before: "Yeah."
Then Chu Song discovered that starting from the afternoon, Fan Tingnian frequently asked servants to pass messages to her, or directly called her room and studio to ask questions about design.
He didn't say anything when she called, occasionally uttering a few words, asking a question, and then starting to listen to her.
In one afternoon, she made three phone calls with Fan Tingnian, and then went to Fan Tingnian's studio to report on the progress of the subsequent home design for an hour. She was so thirsty that her mouth was dry. When she was having dinner in the staff restaurant, the servant brought the phone to her again and asked her to answer it. She finally felt that this was not going to work, so she threw away the half-eaten red wine foie gras, took the elevator from the second-floor restaurant, and went up to the studio on the fourth floor.
She walked to Fan Tingnian's studio in one go. When she stood in front of the door, her anger subsided a little because of the oppressive feeling the other party had given her for a long time, but she still raised her hand and knocked on the door.
The knock on the door lasted only half a second before the person inside said, "Come in."
The entire fourth floor was occupied by Fan Tingnian. Sophie said he was in a bad mood today, so he moved to a more spacious workroom with larger floor-to-ceiling windows.
The door was not closed tightly. After hearing the permission from the person inside, Chu Song pushed it open and walked in.
The moment you enter the door, the first thing you see is a protruding terrace.
The terrace extends towards the seaside, where there is a large swimming pool. The color of the pool and the sea water are connected, which is so beautiful that it makes people thrill.
Chu Song suddenly felt that she could not forgive Fan Tingnian for being in a bad mood.
Even if you tell her that the celebrity she likes has collapsed one second, or that she didn't use the coupon for something she bought on a shopping app this morning, and then ask her to lie in a place like this the next second, she won't be unhappy.
Fan Tingnian was sitting on a lounge chair by the swimming pool, with various drawing boards and paints scattered at his feet, looking at her quietly.
Chu Song walked over.
After climbing two steps and almost reaching Fan Tingnian, she felt that he seemed to move and sit up a little straighter.
She stood in front of him, took a deep breath, and said, "I was just having dinner."
Although her voice was gentle, the man seemed to sense her anger.
He had a blank expression on his face, but just like that morning, his voice was a little low, and he sounded a little aggrieved: "I haven't even had dinner yet."
Chu Song didn't know how to say what he had prepared.
The man, who was 1.88 meters tall and had legs so long that they could easily enclose her in his territory, just sat back on the recliner and looked at her.
Chu Song ignored the subtle emotion in his tone: "I'm having dinner tonight, so I can't tell you about the history of Western design development and the aesthetics of ancient Greek city construction."
Although these are all related to her major, she can't tell him about them 24 hours a day.
"And I already told you this afternoon that I still need time to draw up designs for you in the studio, so I won't be able to answer your calls frequently."
The man looked at her for a long time: "Yeah."
"Also, regarding the design drawings, I probably don't have the time to spend an hour explaining the design principles, inspiration, and subsequent details for each component."
The man still looked at her, lowering his eyebrows a little, and after a few seconds: "Yeah."
After saying this, Chu Song let out a light breath, realizing that he might have spoken a little harshly just now. He adjusted his mood and spoke softly again: "I'm sorry... I just wanted to discuss with you how we should work together."
She looked at Fan Tingnian's expression, thought for a moment, softened her tone, and suggested, "If you want to know the progress of the work, I will come to report to you every morning from now on?"
The person sitting there glanced at her face, as if trying to understand her emotions, but said nothing.
Chu Song found it difficult to communicate with him, as her suggestions might not be what he wanted.
After thinking for two seconds, she shifted her gaze from the drawing board beside him to him and asked gently, "So what do you want to do?"
As soon as she asked, the phone in her right hand vibrated, with a clear message alert tone.
She turned her right hand over and looked down.
It was news from the competition group again. Wang Ran asked the question first, and Duan Linsheng answered her.
She was standing half a meter in front of Fan Tingnian. At this distance, even when she looked down at her phone, he could still see her screen.
The two junior sisters in the group are very enthusiastic about learning, so there have been a lot of messages in the competition group in the past two days, but there is almost no casual chatting, and they are all discussing professional issues.
Chu Song felt that Fan Tingnian's eyes were a little sharper than before. His gaze fell on her and he was looking at her again.
Indeed, she was talking to him, and it was very impolite to look at the phone. She turned off the screen, raised her head and looked back.
Maybe it has been a while since she saw Fan Tingnian, her mood is much calmer now than when she first came in.
But she is a person who doesn't get angry easily, so she was not in a bad mood before coming in, but now she is more stable.
She looked at Fan Tingnian, still waiting for the answer to the question she had just asked him.
Fan Tingnian stared at her phone tightly. After a moment, he raised his eyes, his gaze resting on her face again, and repeated what he had said that morning: "I also have an account for this app."
"I asked Wan Ting to confirm this afternoon. I still have two cell phone numbers." He looked at her, "I want to exchange work information with you on the phone."
A few minutes later, Chu Song returned to the staff cafeteria with a phone that had Fan Tingnian's WeChat added to it.
When she left, the meal was not finished yet and the red wine foie gras on the plate had melted a little. The servant came up with a smile and replaced it with a new one for her.
As soon as she sat down, Xiao Ai and Zhang Zhang walked in from the door. They greeted her when they saw her, then took the plates and went to get their food.
There are two rows of shelves on the south side of the staff restaurant, with meals from various national cuisines. If the meals prepared by the restaurant are not to your taste, you can place an order and the chef will make them separately, but you will have to wait a while.
After Xiao Ai and Zhang Zhang got their meals, they carried their plates and sat down opposite her.
The two were chatting about the design draft, and Chu Song responded while looking down at his phone.
I just added Fan Tingnian, and his dialog box is still at the top of the message interface.
After she resigned, she left all work groups that night, so there was no dialog box at the top, and the dialog box with Fan Tingnian became the first one.
The man used his original profile picture, and his name was a string of Italian characters that she couldn't understand. She didn't know if it was his name or if it had a special meaning.
She stared at the dialog box for a while and saw the words "The other party is typing" appear at the top.
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