Chapter 39 09.11/Fiancée My brother will detain you in...
Perhaps because he is taciturn, Fan Tingnian's temperament always looks more gloomy and ascetic than his appearance.
He leaned against the wooden desk in the room and looked at her. The sunlight coming in from the window not far away was very bright, but Chu Song felt a little cold under his gaze.
If she didn't notice something was wrong at this time, she would be very insensitive.
Her clasped hands dropped in front of her, and she subconsciously took half a step back. However, it was this subconscious action that made the emotions in Fan Tingnian's eyes even more sinister.
He didn't say anything, but simply raised his hand to hook Chu Song's waist and brought her into his arms.
Chu Song was not used to foreign food. Although the food cooked by the chef here, Fan Tingnian, was still delicious, she still lost a little weight.
The man's hands were placed behind her waist, almost holding her entire waistline. His legs were much longer than hers, and now they were half open around her, forcing her to stand between his legs.
Chu Song stuttered for a long time before he finally knew how to pull Nan Ling into the water.
She said stubbornly, "Those words... were said by your brother. They have nothing to do with me."
"I know," the man holding her finally spoke in a deep voice. "I'll have Wan Ting suspend all his credit cards."
Without the obstruction of his glasses, his gaze was even more aggressive. Looking down at her, Chu Song shuddered unconsciously.
She was wearing a thin off-white wool sweater. The room was warm, and she was wearing a short skirt and boots. Her slender legs were forced between the legs of a man wearing suit pants.
Fan Tingnian looked a little colder than usual; she was truly scared.
After looking at her for a while, the man lowered his head to kiss her, but she unconsciously turned her head to avoid him. Fan Tingnian's lips brushed the corner of her lips and landed on the side of her face.
The hand around her lower back tightened in an instant, and her white shirt was wrinkled by his big hands.
"No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hide..." Chu Song quickly explained.
At this moment, there was a knock on the studio door.
It was Nan Ling who had returned: "Brother?"
The boy outside the door was mean and must have known they were inside, but he still insisted on asking in a hoarse voice: "Sister, are you there? I forgot to take my things, can I come in?"
Because of the sound outside the door, Chu Song subconsciously turned around to look, but was turned back by Fan Tingnian, who pinched his chin.
"What are you looking at him for?"
"Nan Ling is outside..." and she remembered that the door seemed not to be locked.
"Well," Fan Tingnian pinched her chin and made her look up at him. His eyes fell on her lips. His voice was gloomy, but his words seemed very polite. "I don't like you calling him by his name. Can you please not call him by that name in the future?"
There was a sound of the doorknob being pressed down at the door, and Chu Song's heart instantly rose to his throat, but at this moment Fan Tingnian bent down and kissed him.
He kissed her and comforted her: "He doesn't dare to come in. He knows that if he comes in, I will throw him into the river to feed the fish."
He pressed his lips against hers, holding her lower lip, and his hand on her lower back pressed against her back.
He just kissed her lightly without doing anything excessive. Then he lifted her chin with the phalanx of his right index finger and looked at her: "I don't want you to get too intimate with others before we get married."
"Of course, not even after we get married." He rubbed her face with his chin, his tone gentle.
Marriage, what marriage? Chu Song felt that he always suddenly blurted out something she couldn't understand.
There was no movement outside the workshop, and Nan Ling didn't know when he left.
Chu Song's legs went weak from the kiss and her heart was pounding with fear. She clung to Fan Tingnian's shoulders with both hands, her eyes misty and she was a little unsteady on her feet.
Fan Tingnian picked up the remote control on the table behind him, locked the curtains and the door of the workshop, then threw the remote control away, tore off the black tie under his collar with one hand, grabbed Chu Song's hand that was hanging on his shoulder, twisted it behind her back, and slowly tied it up with the tie.
He did this slowly and carefully, as if he was writing a paper for a top journal.
When Chu Song reacted, he had already tied the tie into the first knot on her wrist, and then another knot, tying it tightly.
After Fan Tingnian fastened her clothes, he lifted her up by her armpits. He leaned her back against the table and asked her to kneel on the table with her legs clamped around him.
He kneaded the back of her neck with his right hand, asking her to lower her head. He then raised his head slightly to look at her, his voice hoarse: "Now I want you to kiss me."
Her body was practically suspended in the air, supported only by his right hand under her hips, doubly intensifying the physical and physiological stimulation.
"Why......"
"Just now Nan Ling said you didn't like it, I'm not very happy."
Chu Song leaned over and kissed him gently.
"Brava bambina (Good girl), well done." He ruffled the hair at the back of her head and deepened the kiss.
After a long time, the kiss ended. Chu Song could no longer kneel and was held in Fan Tingnian's arms. Her cheeks were flushed and she was panting.
Fan Tingnian carried her down, touched her cheek, and comforted her: "Then let's make a deal, we will talk less to him recently."
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Nan Zhimei will be back on Friday.
Wan Ting did not come with them. Fan Tingnian ordered the rings from the manager in Milan. A pink diamond and a blue diamond were bought at the auction. The production cycle of the rings would take about half a month.
In the next few days, Chu Song continued to draw his own designs in the workshop as usual, and could only communicate with Xiao Ai and Zhang Zhang online.
However, after working together for more than a month, the tacit understanding among the people has gradually improved, and even cross-border communication has not affected the progress of the work at all.
But what troubled Chu Song was that Nan Ling came several more times.
No one knows what this kid is thinking. He always sneaks in when Fan Tingnian is not around, and pesters Shu Ang or Zhang Wei, saying that he wants to learn something and asks them not to tell his brother.
He was originally a "young master" and several staff members here were bribed by him. He felt that there was no need to tell Fan Tingnian about such a small matter, and really did not say anything more.
But this makes Chu Song suffer.
However, Nan Ling came here to really learn things, to look at the blueprints and analyze cases. Sometimes when no one was leading him, he would just sit quietly in the workshop, watching the other people busy themselves. He didn't do anything out of the ordinary, so Chu Song didn't want to be really rude to his younger brother.
On the afternoon of the third day, he followed another male designer in the studio to look at a layout, supported his chin and asked a few questions, and the other party answered them very seriously.
Nan Ling suddenly leaned over and pushed her phone across the table towards Chu Song: "Sister, can I add your contact information?"
He gestured around: "These brothers and sisters are sometimes busy and ignore me. I have a question I want to ask you."
Chu Song said "Ah?" and looked to the side.
Zhang Wei was sorting through several blueprints, stuffing the documents into a brown paper bag and wrapping it up with twine.
She laughed when she heard this: "You kid, when did we ignore you?"
Nan Ling leaned back, resting his elbows on the table, complaining, "Last night, you were all in a meeting, and no one replied to the message I sent you."
Zhang Wei remembered and laughed again: "Our entire team is in the meeting together, so of course no one will reply to you."
After Zhang Wei finished speaking, she turned to Chu Song and said casually, "Why don't you add him? Everyone here has this guy's chat account. If he can't find us, he can contact you."
Chu Song's job is different from theirs, and their meetings are also separate. If Nan Ling has something to do, it is indeed more convenient to find her.
He came here the day before yesterday and there was no one in the workshop. He waited outside for more than ten minutes.
The people around her were waiting for Chu Song's response. She wanted to refuse but couldn't find a good reason. After thinking for a moment, she took the phone and said, "Alright..."
Over the next two days, Nan Ling was very well behaved and didn't "harass" her much. He occasionally asked a few questions online, all of which were related to art and design. Chu Songmin answered them seriously because he was the son of her employer and was young.
But she always felt that this boy was up to something bad.
Sure enough, two days later, on the night before dinner on Friday, Nan Ling sent a message.
At that time, Chu Song had just finalized the details of the fourth batch of drawings with Xiao Ai. After some revisions, he would send them to Shu Ang tomorrow if there were no problems.
She had just walked out of the workshop and locked the door when she felt the phone vibrate in her right hand.
She walked towards the elevator and opened her phone to check the messages.
Nan Ling: [My mother is back.]
Nan Ling: [Photo]
Nan Zhimei and some of the elders in her family live in another building, which is some distance away from here. The building has higher floors and more rooms.
This photo of Nan Ling was taken outside a room. The quaint door was half open. He was standing in the shadow of the corridor, and the room was brightly lit.
Chu Song didn't know what he was going to say, so he clicked on the photo and enlarged it.
I could see Fan Tingnian and several elders sitting in the room with their backs to the door.
Nan Ling: [Wow, are you and my brother really going to get married?]
Nan Ling: [I saw the ring and the dress.]
Nan Ling: [My brother just told them about this.]
Nan Ling: [But they don’t seem to agree.]
Nan Ling: [They are arguing now.]
Nan Ling threw messages one by one, and each sentence was beyond Chu Song's understanding.
Chu Song quickly held the information in his hand in his arms, clicked on the photo sent by Nan Ling again and enlarged it.
Her mind was in a mess. Although Fan Tingnian seemed to have mentioned marriage several times, she thought he was joking.
They had not been together for long. It was not that she did not like him, but because of Fan Tingnian's identity, she had not thought of defining this matter in the "long term". She was not mentally prepared to face his family like this.
And she was actually a little afraid of Fan Tingnian. As they got to know each other more and more, she found that he was a little paranoid and stubborn. She seemed to have not fully understood the underlying character of his personality.
She leaned against the door of the studio, still a little dazed. Nan Ling sent her another message, with emoticons and a harmless tone.
Nan Ling: [Wow, they are arguing fiercely.]
Nan Ling: [Sister, do you want to watch the live broadcast?]
Nan Ling: [I think my brother will detain you in Italy.]
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