Chapter 31 09.06/Fiancée, do you want to use that bathtub...
"Ah..." Chu Song responded slightly while holding the water cup.
He spoke so bluntly that she didn't know how to respond.
Her brief silence made Fan Tingnian misunderstand her meaning.
"You don't want to go?" His voice was deep, but within two seconds, his tone seemed to drop slightly as he emphasized, "It's because of you that I need to go to that awful place where it rains all year round."
Chu Song thought about it and realized that London was indeed dark and humid, and it rained frequently, which was not the weather that Fan Tingnian liked.
But Fan Tingnian doesn't like the sun either. I don't know what kind of weather he likes specifically.
Before she could say anything, the man's eyes grew darker as he glanced at her phone. "Are you not coming with me just to chat with other men here?"
Chu Song looked at him strangely. He spoke calmly, without any emotion, just asking a simple question.
But she quickly waved her hands in denial: "No, why would I not prepare for the competition with you just to chat with someone else?"
The man glanced at her phone again, then looked up at her, his tone still calm: "Who knows?"
First Song:......
For the next two days, Chu Song stayed up late to organize the materials.
The AMND competition requires each team to have 4-6 participants. Since the museum is an officially recommended team, it requires a minimum of 6 participants. Private teams do not have this requirement.
Chu Song's team was tentatively scheduled to include five people, including her, her junior sister Wang Ran, Wang Ran's roommate Lin Qingqin, Duan Linsheng, and another undergraduate junior from the same school as Chu Song.
Chu Song collected all the information of the five people within two days. As the team leader, he also compiled a portfolio and packaged all the files and handed them to Fan Tingnian.
Chu Song didn't know who Fan Tingnian had assigned the matter to, but a few days later, she received a reply from AMND stating that they had accepted the application submitted by her team.
However, this was just an official unified reply. Although the content of the email mentioned that her team confirmed that Fan Tingnian recommended him to participate in the competition, the review time would take a month, and she would have to go to London with Fan Tingnian to sign and confirm.
Once everything is settled, the participating teams will be announced jointly one month later by the three universities hosting this year's AMND.
Although it would take some time for the actual announcement, when Chu Song received the email, he still felt a sense of relief as he sat in front of the computer.
It can be said that he really relied on Fan Tingnian.
After that night, she searched Fan Tingnian's name in detail on the Internet again. Adding together all the real and fake names, awards, and works, in short, his name is really useful in the circle.
She also suddenly realized that the gap between people is indeed huge. In the same circle, some people are struggling desperately and are forced by their former bosses to participate in competitions they don’t want to participate in, while others can move freely in the industry just by registering their names.
But she just leaned back in her chair, looked at the ceiling and sighed softly, without any inferiority complex.
Everyone is born with a different starting point and a different end point, but the process of your life is just your process.
The next day after receiving the email, Chu Song remembered another thing during dinner.
She looked behind her, making sure Sophie and the other servants were far away. She put down her fork and whispered, "Um...can I ask if someone from your team is handling the competition?"
Fan Tingnian was arranging some ugly roasted celery on the plate. He touched the last celery stick with his fork, looked up, and motioned her to continue.
Chu Song swallowed hard. Even though the other party had just helped her, her behavior now was like destroying the bridge after crossing it. But she really didn't want Wan Ting or Shu Ang to know about this.
She took advantage of the other person and wanted to keep the secret. Her behavior was a bit "shameless", but she really had no choice.
She didn't know if there would be any bad consequences if Fan Tingnian's family in Italy knew that they were close.
So she looked into Fan Tingnian's eyes, cleared her throat, and asked, "Does Butler Wan Ting know?"
The man glanced at her calmly: "Why do you want Wan Ting to know?"
"It wasn't him who helped you," he said.
Chu Song was stunned for a moment, not knowing why the topic turned to this. She certainly knew that it was not Wan Ting who helped her.
"Of course I know it's you," Chu Song lowered his voice again, a trace of guilt on his face, "I was wondering... could you please not let Butler Wan Ting know?"
"Why?"
"Well... if he knew, would your family know about it as well?" Even if Wan Ting didn't tell his family, he had frequently asked her to help apply plaster and watch dramas with her before. Wan Ting knew all these things, and she was afraid that if they were combined, Wan Ting would become suspicious.
This time, the man finally seemed to be in the mood to have a good conversation with her. He put down the fork in his right hand as well and stared at her with a frown on his face. "My family knows what's going on?"
Chu Song was startled: "Aren't we secretly in love?"
When she mentioned the word "love", she started looking around again, afraid of being heard, and her voice was as low as a mosquito's hum.
"You really don't want others to know about our relationship?"
"Yes... I'm afraid your family will have opinions about me." More than just opinions, Chu Song felt that they would definitely not agree. She was a little afraid of causing trouble, and she didn't want Fan Tingnian to have any unpleasantness with his family because of this matter.
The man carefully studied her expression. After two seconds, his tone softened: "I'm very happy that you will consider our future."
He spoke a little loudly. Chu Song quickly glanced to the side and didn't see anyone coming over. She breathed a sigh of relief. Although she didn't understand why Fan Tingnian was suddenly happy, she didn't plan to continue chatting with Fan Tingnian at the dinner table.
He always speaks without paying attention to the volume, so he can easily be discovered.
After dinner, before the two left the restaurant, Sophie came over and asked them if they wanted to try her new brew.
She held a few small bottles in her right hand, each glass bottle was about 200ml, one of which was the kiwi fruit wine that Chu Song had thought tasted very good last time.
"Songsong," Sophie, like Xiaoai and the others, called Chusong after a long time of friendship. She gestured to the bottle in her right hand and said, "Do you want to take it back to your room to drink?"
Chu Song stared at the glass bottles hesitantly. The previous two times she and Fan Tingnian had gotten involved were because of alcohol. She was afraid that he would do something else after drinking, so she was about to refuse: "No..."
The man beside him had already reached out to take it: "Thank you."
Then he took two bottles in his right hand and held the other two in the fingers of his left hand and handed them to her. He raised the corners of his eyebrows slightly, motioning her to take them.
Chu Song was still hesitant, and then he heard Fan Tingnian say, "I like the way you drink."
After saying this, Chu Song and Sophie looked at him at the same time.
He relaxed his shoulders slightly, handed the bottle in his left hand to Chu Song, and explained to Sophie in Italian.
Chu Song didn't understand Italian and looked at Sophie and him with fear and trepidation.
Then Sophie turned around with a smile on her face and explained, "My husband said that he saw you last time after drinking. Your cheeks were flushed, which reminded him of your little cousin far away in Italy. It was very cute."
?
He doesn't have a cousin at all. Two nights ago, when they were watching a movie in his room and he kissed him, he also said that he didn't have any brothers or sisters, not even cousins.
He is lying!
When did this unsocialized primitive man learn to lie?
Chu Song turned to look at him in surprise and saw that the man's eyes were also on her, his eyes were still scrutinizing and staring at her intently.
When he came out of the restaurant, Chu Song was still upset about the lie he had just told.
The two walked side by side towards the elevator. Chu Song held the braided ropes of two wine bottles in his right hand and whispered, "How could you lie to Aunt Sophie? Don't you have a cousin?"
The man glanced at her and casually helped her lift up her coat which had slipped down her shoulders.
His actions were too intimate, and Chu Song dodged to the side again.
The man glanced at her evasive posture and said, "Not even half of what you said was a lie."
Chu Song: "Which half?"
As they were talking, they were almost in the middle of the corridor. Turning right into the elevator, the man raised his hand and pressed the elevator button. Then he glanced at her sideways and said, "You're cute."
He said these four words seriously and stared at her with deep eyes. Chu Song's face turned red instantly.
She pulled up her coat, holding the bottle, and walked carefully into the elevator. As she walked, she half lowered her head and muttered softly: "How come he can talk so well now? Where did he learn it from? Did he watch TV dramas again..."
As the elevator went from the second floor to the fourth floor, Chu Song was one meter away from Fan Tingnian, looking at the electronic screen in the elevator and muttering this sentence.
The two came out of the elevator and walked towards the bedroom. Fan Tingnian's room was in the same direction as Chu Song's.
After taking two steps, the man in front of him stopped, and Chu Song stopped as well.
He turned to look at her, first glanced at the wine in her hand and asked, "Do you want to sleep together tonight?"
This has now become a question I almost ask myself before going to bed every night.
Chu Song crossed his arms and lightly touched his left foot with the toe of his right foot: "... Let's not go together."
She felt that people should not indulge in such lust. She had just stayed in his room two days ago, and he still didn't wake up until eleven o'clock the next morning.
His fingers were nimble enough to get her hooked before they started, his phalanges always touching exactly the right spot, and then he would lean in and paint her expression with his eyes.
Chu Song thought of those scenes again and blushed a little.
The man in front of her leaned over and touched her face with his hand: "We are not in bed now, why is your face this color?"
He always spoke in a very serious tone, which was hard to resist.
The corridor was already quiet because Fan Tingnian lived here. There were very few people on the third floor and almost no one walked by.
Chu Song felt the air between them heat up. She folded her arms and stepped back, her heels touching the wall. She cautiously reminded him, "...could you please stop saying things that make people think too much?"
The man hummed slowly, straightening his body slightly. "Are you daydreaming?"
Chu Song took a deep breath and felt that he really couldn't "communicate" with him.
"Okay, I'm going back to sleep. We can't sleep together today." Chu Song said
Fan Tingnian is really... If we sleep together, I don’t know how many condoms I will use today.
The man responded and stood up straight, and the scent that belonged to him in front of Chu Song dissipated a little.
Then she heard him ask, "Will you paint the plaster statue tomorrow?"
The topic turned to work, and Chu Song's spirits relaxed. She thought for a moment and said, "Tomorrow is fine. Work isn't stressful."
"Come tomorrow morning?" The man's voice became slow and lazy again.
Chu Song thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay."
There was a huge height difference between the two of them. Every time Fan Tingnian stood in front of her and she leaned against the wall, it seemed as if he was blocking her firmly against the wall.
He lowered his eyes and looked at her for a few seconds, then suddenly leaned forward, moved closer to her, and asked, "Do you want to use the bathtub in the studio?"
Chu Song raised his head suddenly, and his forehead brushed against his chin.
Fan Tingnian was very close, staring into her eyes, and speaking in that calm and serious tone, he rubbed her chin with his fingertips: "You saw it when you first went there, and I thought you liked it."
In the studio's lounge, there was a double bathtub facing the sea, or maybe not a double, Chu Song felt that the bathtub was big enough to fit four people side by side.
First Song: "I..."
"You like it," Fan Tingnian's hand dropped from her chin, "otherwise you wouldn't hesitate."
The man straightened up a little. "We're leaving for London in a few days. Don't you want to try somewhere else before we go?"
Then he could stop by Italy for two days and take her to meet his family.
Chu Song looked up.
Fan Tingnian lowered his eyes, looked at her, and continued the previous topic: "Didn't you say it's boring to always stay in bed? I think we can give it a try."
That's not what she said!
He had clearly asked her that at the end of their time, when she was at her climax, and she hadn't answered anything at the time. How could he have taken her as a tacit agreement?
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