Chapter 32 09.07/It’s the first update Why are you swimming at this time...
Chu Song rejected the idea of using a bathtub.
But for some unknown reason, she still came to the studio on time the next day to look for Fan Tingnian. Maybe it was because his eyes were particularly beautiful.
This time, in addition to the computer she usually carries with her, she also brought a drawing board.
When she went to Shu Ang to report the drawings a few days ago, Shu Ang knew that she liked painting, so he asked the servants here to get her a set of drawing tools.
Fan Tingnian is originally from this industry. There are many related supplies in the castle. Shu Ang is in charge of the design team here. Most of his subordinates also have an art background and are very familiar with this kind of supplies.
Chu Song also discovered that Fan Tingnian didn't want to apply plaster, but seemed to just want to stay with her, so she brought these things with her so that if she got tired of applying, she could change to other forms of activities.
"Change to another activity?" The man glanced at her as he helped her put the drawing board on the carpet in front of the sofa.
Then, when he wanted to look at the rest room behind him, Chu Song quickly stopped him: "Right! I mean to switch from plastering to painting!"
Fan Tingnian's expression was obviously less enthusiastic than before: "Yeah."
Two seconds later, as Chu Song bent down to organize his tools, he heard him say, "I don't like painting."
This is his job, why doesn’t he like painting anymore?
Chu Songteng straightened up and looked at him, saying in an incredulous tone, "If you don't like painting, what do you like to do?"
The man was tall. He took two steps back and sat on the sofa, one hand supporting his temples, his expression gloomy. "Don't you know?"
The two looked at each other for a few seconds, Chu Song's face gradually turned red, she looked away and bent down to continue organizing the tools on the coffee table.
Although I heard the man ask again: "Do you like painting?"
Chu Song nodded: "Yes..."
She majored in design in college, but had been learning painting on and off since elementary school. She had a good foundation in painting, but studying art was more expensive. Moreover, Chu Jiangshan was a stubborn and feudal parent who believed that only those who did not do well in academic subjects would study art. He never gave her money and never agreed. So although she finally got into an art school, she studied design, which was relatively "easier to find a job."
When she applied for college, Chu Jiangshan called her back from her grandfather's house in her hometown and personally looked at the major she filled in. He only felt relieved after making sure that it fully met his requirements.
Chu Song thought about quietly getting up at night to change his major, but when he thought about how he still had to rely on Chu Jiangshan for tuition, he laid on his bed in the bedroom, staring at the ceiling until midnight, his tears soaking his pillow, so he gave up the idea.
She was lost in her memories, a little distracted for a moment, when she suddenly heard a man not far away say, "Do you want a hug?"
Chu Song turned his head and looked over.
He gestured between her eyebrows: "You look unhappy."
There was a mirror diagonally in front of Chu Song. She subconsciously looked up to check her complexion. Actually, it was okay. She looked sweet and her frown was not obvious, so it was hard to tell that she was in a bad mood.
The man sitting on the side seemed to see what she was thinking and said calmly, "I'm always watching you, so I can sense any emotion you have."
Chu Song's heart skipped a beat. She knew Fan Tingnian was just saying something very ordinary, but she was deeply moved by it.
He opened his arms to her and gestured to her again: "Do you need a hug?"
He was wearing a black shirt made of soft fabric, with broad shoulders and strong arms. The sofa was not far away, and she could clearly feel that he was indeed much bigger than her.
It was a very warm embrace that could completely wrap her up, and it was hard for Chu Song not to be moved.
She thought for two seconds, put down what she was holding and walked over.
Her original intention was just to bend over and hug him; after all, it was daytime and they were still in the studio.
But as soon as she walked over, the man grabbed her under his knees and hugged her. It was not a normal side hug where you sit on her legs, but he put his left hand under her knees, let her calves rest on his legs, and held her in his arms, completely covering her.
His breath was warm and had a light, pleasant smell. When people are sad, they tend to lean towards a corner or hug the quilt. At this moment, it was difficult for Chu Song not to physiologically linger in this embrace.
She was slightly startled, then stopped resisting and relaxed.
Fan Tingnian's right hand was not simply placed on her back, but on the top of her head, a very soothing gesture.
"Can you tell me why you are unhappy?" he asked.
Chu Song didn't know where he learned this extremely comforting gesture: "How did you learn all this, and how do you know what tone to use and what to say?"
"The movements and tone?" The man put his right arm around her calf and recalled, "Many psychology papers have discussed the situations in which people are most relaxed, and many movies and TV shows also show how women like to be comforted."
"Um......"
He lowered his eyes and looked at her again: "I want to give my love the best experience."
Is this person really incapable of love? Why does she feel that he is very good at...
"So what happened?" he asked her again.
His embrace was so comfortable that Chu Song unconsciously closed her eyes. In fact, those things she had said were all old and trivial, and there was no point in talking about them. "Nothing, it was all a long time ago. Talking about it won't change my mood."
"But I can help you solve the problem," he said.
Chu Song opened his eyes and looked at him.
"I'm very rich," he said, after a pause, as if considering his words. "To use your outsider's terms, I also have a lot of resources and connections. I can help you with anything."
Why is this person showing off his wealth when he disagrees with others?...
"Are you the treasure house?" Chu Song asked subconsciously.
"It can be yours if you want."
Chu Song felt like he was walking on the street and was inexplicably hit to death by a 100 million lottery ticket.
After a few seconds, she shook her head, trying to bring herself back to reality. After staying with Fan Tingnian for a long time, it was easy for her to become unrealistic, and she needed to clear her mind.
Although some of her words were romantic, she still had to return to her own life, and how could she possibly use Fan Tingnian all the time.
The person holding her saw her shaking her head, and supported her head with her right hand on the armrest: "Didn't it comfort you?"
“Ah…?” Chu Song turned to him.
His eyes fell on her lips: "Words can't comfort you, so how about a kiss?"
“…” Chu Song felt that he had not yet fully woken up. This person was just sugar-coating bullets all day long.
Just then her cell phone rang. She struggled to get off Fan Tingnian and said, "Not now. I need to answer the phone."
The man responded calmly, his eyes never leaving her lips: "Yeah."
The call was from a former colleague at the art museum. This colleague was the girl named Zhang Xinran who had sent her a private message in a small window after she was added to the group yesterday.
Before Chu Song left, the two were in the same group and had a good relationship.
The two chatted for a while. The other party first asked her why she was pulled into the competition group after resigning. She replied that it was a notice from Song Huinan and she was also very helpless.
Zhang Xinran didn't want to participate either. Song Huinan was really a bad person. She would never have a chance of promotion under him and the pressure was too heavy. Zhang Xinran had originally planned to resign, but now if the competition was reported, she would have to stay in the art museum at least until the end of the year.
Zhang Xinran: "Actually, I've interviewed with other companies before. If everything goes well, I might get a job offer in the next two weeks. If I participate in the competition, I won't be able to resign and will lose that job opportunity."
The other company offered very good conditions and was close to where she lived now. She didn't want to miss it, and she really didn't want to work under Song Huinan anymore.
Zhang Xinran: "How long have your resignation documents been withheld?"
Chu Song calculated the time: "It will only be a month in two days."
"Forget it. You've been applying for it for so long and it's still being blocked. I'm sure it won't be rejected if I apply now." Zhang Xinran said with a very disappointed tone.
Zhang Xinran: "Besides, even if I quit now, the competition list has already been submitted, and I will still have to work for him for free."
Chu Song frowned and thought for a moment, "Actually, what Song Huinan is doing isn't in compliance with regulations. Even if my resignation procedures are postponed further, they will definitely be completed by the end of this month. He's forcing me to participate in the competition. He's using my name to make me do my former job after I've resigned."
In fact, everyone knows that this is not in compliance with regulations, but all the information and procedures of the process are with the leaders, and in order to avoid trouble in the industry, most workers do not want to fall out.
Zhang Xinran felt increasingly uncomfortable as she spoke. "But he's really... every time he makes a mistake in a decision, he puts the blame on us and makes us do the work, trying to take credit for it. It's completely exploitative. I really want to just quit and quit now."
After chatting for a while, Chu Song comforted Zhang Xinran and hung up the phone again, thinking about whether he could organize the materials for the report.
There was a project that she had handled before, and she actually knew that Song Huinan had also plagiarized the designs of former employees and reported them to national projects.
Although it was not an important project, it was still a violation. She was a little confused at the time and took photos, not knowing whether they would be used if she really reported it.
After standing there and thinking for a while, she first contacted the former employee and indirectly confirmed whether the drawings submitted for the project at that time had plagiarized her personal design drawings.
After basic confirmation, she exchanged information with the other party, but did not reveal her own affairs and thoughts too accurately. She had opinions about Song Huinan and wanted to bring him down, but it was just an idea of hers, and she needed to consider it seriously and make long-term plans.
Because she was dealing with these things, she stood on the balcony for too long. When she turned around and walked back to the room, she found that Fan Tingnian was no longer in the room.
Confused, she slowly stopped and called out, "...Fan Tingnian?"
A lazy male voice came from the loudspeaker on the wall: "Are you done?"
Chu Song found a very hidden loudspeaker diagonally in front of her. She took two steps forward and spoke to it in confusion, "Where have you been?"
There seemed to be the sound of water on the other side, and then a man's voice: "Swimming next door."
Chu Song was surprised: "Why did you go swimming?"
Fan Tingnian had already come out of the swimming pool. There was silence on the other side for a few seconds. He must be wiping himself with a towel. "You look like you're going to play for a long time. I'm bored, so I came here to exercise."
It was indeed a long time. She fought for more than forty minutes.
Chu Song responded, then realized: "You can see me???"
"That room has surveillance."
Chu Song’s hair stood on end again. Wouldn’t everything she and Fan Tingnian did in the room be visible? And wasn’t there a surveillance camera in the hallway of his house?
The man probably saw her problem from her uneasy look: "It's just for safety reasons, the studio where the valuable works are kept has it."
Chu Song was shocked, thinking that it was also found somewhere else.
Fan Tingnian wiped the water from his ears, picked up a bathrobe and put it on, walked out of the terrace and headed towards Chu Song's studio. The electronic device on his wrist was playing the studio's surveillance footage.
"And these monitoring devices are only linked to my own devices, and I don't usually turn them on."
"What about my bedroom?" Chu Song asked subconsciously.
"No, only the studio has surveillance."
Chu Song felt relieved, but when he thought about it carefully, it was indeed impossible.
She took a few steps back and walked back to the sofa. She waited for Fan Tingnian to come over from the other room and asked in confusion, "Why are you swimming at this time?"
It only took forty minutes, and he didn't need to go to another room to exercise.
"It's a bit hot. I want to take a shower after swimming." He replied.
“…”
"Do you want to take a shower? It's very hot." he asked again.
“…”
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