Chapter 56 09.22/It was a person sitting at the end of the bed. ...
"Why are you looking at me?" Chu Song stuttered.
The man stared at her for another two seconds.
It was getting late, and the street light shone through the window behind him. He was backlit, and his long eyelashes cast a small shadow in front of his eyes.
After a moment, he withdrew his hand from the gear lever, turned sideways and pressed the steering wheel with one hand.
Start the car and drive out of the roadside parking space.
Fan Tingnian was a man of few words, and the carriage was quiet, but Chu Song couldn't stand the silence and felt it was very strange.
She propped up her head and mumbled, picking up a topic: "What's for dinner?"
“Those dishes you loved in Italy.”
"Have the staff downstairs finished and sent it up?"
"Um."
"Where are they all the time during the day?"
"Um."
Just after passing two blocks, the car happened to encounter a red light. The car slowly stopped and the person in the driver's seat turned his head to look over.
Chu Song's heart skipped a beat when she met his gaze. His piercing gaze made her heart skip a beat. Her voice softened, "The car is so quiet, it's a bit uncomfortable, so I wanted to chat for a while."
"What do you want to talk about?"
Although Chu Song felt that Fan Tingnian was gloomy and his voice was like a ghost when he whispered in her ear, she had to admit that his voice was magnetic and pleasant, and it was even more so when it echoed in the quiet carriage.
"Nothing... just chatting." She looked away.
The man stared at her for a few seconds, seemingly satisfying her request and finding a topic to talk about.
"Did you talk to anyone at work today?"
“What?” Chu Song was confused. “Of course I did…”
"Are there any men?" He stared at her again. "How many men?"
“.........” Chu Song didn’t want to chat with him anymore.
How can we chat with him when he has that expression that says, "If you talk to a few men, I'll blow them up"?
She turned her head away and muttered quietly, "Our director is a man."
"Then talk to him less in the future."
"He is my leader, why should I talk to him less?"
Chu Song looked back, but Fan Tingnian was still staring at her. "You are very, very outstanding. Even if you speak less to your superiors, you can still be promoted. You are an exceptionally capable and outstanding employee."
?
Chu Song wanted to get angry, but his compliment made her anger rise halfway and then subside.
After a few seconds, she turned her eyes away and looked out the window.
I returned home with Fan Tingnian. At 7 o'clock, the staff downstairs delivered the meal on time. In addition to the main course, there were also two wines of different ages and six or seven desserts.
Fan Tingnian has always lived a luxurious and extravagant life. Chu Song even suspected that he had never lived in such a small house.
After dinner, she squeezed back into her room. She said she would never sleep with Fan Tingnian again today. Before she fell asleep completely last night, she woke up once and saw Fan Tingnian lying on his side on the bed, holding his head and looking at her. A pair of dark green eyes stared at her in the darkness. It was scary!
She held the computer and retreated to her bedroom, locking the door.
After taking a shower in the bathroom, it was still early. She wanted to find some domestic design competition cases to look at. There were still a few months before the competition submission, but the first draft must be out by the end of this month.
She went to bed with the tablet in her arms, and the phone on the bedside table rang. She picked up the phone and took a look. It was actually Nan Ling calling.
She frowned, picked up the phone with her shoulder tucked under it, and held the capacitive stylus in her right hand, sketching on the tablet.
"Did my brother catch you?" The other party spoke in that sunny boyish voice again.
“.........” Chu Song tightened the pen in his hand and did not answer.
Nan Ling fell back, threw himself on the bed, and laughed happily: "Don't say anything, it means you caught it."
“.........”
Chu Song looked up at the time: "What on earth do you want?"
"Nothing. I've been in solitary confinement with my brother and I'm a bit bored. He sold all my cars and figurines, and threw the unsellable ones into the garbage incinerator." Nan Ling stared at the closed door. "I just stole the phone from the security guard."
Thinking that he was also responsible for Nan Ling being put in solitary confinement, Chu Song raised his eyes, confirmed that the door was indeed closed tightly, and did not hang up the phone in a hurry.
However, Nan Ling seemed to have no serious business. He chatted with her about this and that, and asked her to find a chance to help him confirm whether his house in China had also been sold by Fan Tingnian.
"By the way, did my brother give you a house, a car, and some money?"
"What?"
"My brother met me before he returned to China. I told him that you had to run away because you didn't like him. You chase girls by giving them cars, houses, and money."
Chu Song thought about when she just came here yesterday, Fan Tingnian asked her if she wanted this "haunted house" where she was living now.
Nan Ling opened his mouth and was about to talk about something else when there was a knock on Chu Song's bedroom door.
She hurriedly said goodbye to Nan Ling on the other end and asked him to return the phone as soon as possible. Then she hung up the call without caring what Nan Ling wanted to say.
She put her phone back on the bedside table, got out of bed and opened the door.
When she opened the door, Fan Tingnian was standing outside, handing her the milk with his right hand.
Chu Song took it and saw the man glance at the bed behind her.
"Sleeping here tonight?" he asked.
Chu Song held the milk cup in both hands, took a sip, and nodded: "Well... because I need to prepare some things for the competition, I stayed up late and I'm afraid to disturb you."
After she said this, she took two more sips of milk, looked up, and saw the expression on the man's face that said "Although I know you are lying, I forgive you."
“…” She drank the milk in a few gulps and handed the cup back: “I’m done…I’m going to sleep.”
The man stopped her from closing the door with one hand and glanced at her bed: "Didn't you just say you were preparing for the competition?"
Chu Song glanced at him and said, "After preparing for the competition, I'll go to bed..."
"Yeah." Fan Tingnian withdrew his hand, took his eyes off her, and turned away.
At twelve o'clock in the evening, Chu Song closed his computer, turned off the lights, and huddled back under the quilt.
It was unknown whether Fan Tingnian's house had any kind of circulation system, but the temperature and humidity were just right, and there was even a faint scent of aromatherapy in the bedroom. She had actually been to other rooms, but it seemed that only her and Fan Tingnian's bedrooms used the same aromatherapy.
After a busy day, she now calmed down and her ankle still hurt slightly. She moved her ankle, yawned, and pulled the quilt higher to cover half of her head.
In a short while, she became distracted and fell asleep.
Fan Tingnian didn't fall asleep, or rather, he had no intention of sleeping from the beginning.
It might be because he hadn't slept with Chu Song for a long time. In the past month, he only felt a little sleepy when he lay with her last night. He couldn't sleep the rest of the time.
However, he had to attend a meeting and wasted the rare sleep he had last night.
He was wearing a black silk double-breasted pajamas. After sitting up from the bed, he concentrated for two seconds, opened the drawer at the head of the bed, and fumbled among some miscellaneous items with his slender fingers until he found a bunch of keys.
Then he stood up from the bed, picked up his glasses from the bedside table, put them on, and walked out of the room.
His eyes would occasionally ache at night, so he was used to wearing plain lenses.
Half a minute later, he walked to the outside of Chu Song's bedroom, inserted the key into the keyhole, turned it gently, and there was a "click" sound.
He knew she would lock the door.
A few seconds later, he walked into the room and closed the door behind him.
The light in the room was very dim. She was used to keeping the curtains tightly closed when she slept, so only a faint light could seep in through the gaps in the curtains.
His footsteps were light to begin with, and his slippers made no sound on the fluffy carpet.
When he reached the end of the bed, he stopped, looked at her for a moment, then walked to the sofa beside her bed and sat down.
The sofa was facing her bed, so he could see her clearly.
Since she didn't sleep with him, he could only come and watch over her.
It’s so annoying. When can we get married?
He sat there from early morning until half past one, his eyes carefully sliding from her cheek to her calf, and then when she turned over again, he noticed something was wrong with her.
Her right ankle seemed to be injured.
It's not very obvious. It's just that every time I turn over, my right foot is unconsciously lifted less than my left foot.
He frowned slightly, stood up and walked over. He sat down beside her bed, stared at her for a while, gently held her ankle, and observed her carefully.
Although she had recovered for a day, a careful comparison showed that her right ankle was slightly more swollen than the other foot.
He rubbed the swollen area with his fingertips, and the sleeping person whimpered unconsciously.
Chu Song slept uneasily, with a cold feeling on her ankles. Two consciousnesses were struggling in her mind. Finally, she opened her eyelids and subconsciously glanced at the end of the bed when she turned over again.
There was a man sitting beside the bed, holding her ankle and doing something.
At this time of night, in a dark room, there was someone sitting at the end of my bed. No matter who this person was, it was very scary.
She suddenly regained consciousness, her voice hoarse, "Fan Tingnian...?"
The man glanced over and said, "You are injured. I am applying medicine to you."
Chu Song's heartbeat was like a drum. She pulled up the quilt and half sat up: "What time is it now?"
"Two o'clock." The man glanced at the alarm clock on her bedside table.
Chu Song rubbed his temples: "When did you come here?"
Fan Tingnian glanced at the alarm clock again: "Twelve o'clock."
"What?" The night was quiet, and Chu Song's voice unconsciously became softer, but her voice was still obviously surprised. She thought she had heard it wrongly.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Fan Tingnian's cell phone on the coffee table next to the sofa. He wouldn't have sat there watching her for two hours while she was asleep, right?
Before she could confirm the credibility of this shocking thing, her right ankle, which had been coated with medicine, had been taken down from the man's hand.
He stood up, held the back of her head with one hand, and picked up a silver watch from her bedside with the other hand.
The watch has a half-circle of sapphires on the dial and a silver bracelet. It is a women's model.
He sat down again beside her bed, glanced at her empty wrist, and handed her the watch.
It was late at night, and Chu Song had already been frightened out of his wits. Now his mind was clear, he looked at his watch, pointed at himself and looked at him: "Is it for me?"
The man gestured to his wrist: "Couple watch."
According to Fan Tingnian's personality, if he gave her a watch, he would probably directly pull her wrist and let her put it on it. Why did he just hand it to her?
She felt something was strange.
And it’s late at night, 2am, who would send a couple a watch at this time?
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