Chapter 58 09.23/2nd update Her breathing was steady. ...
The light in the bathroom was too dim, so Chu Song simply rubbed the clothes twice to wash off the stain, and then returned to the restaurant with Zhang Xinran.
The overtime work was almost done in the morning. After lunch, I went back to the library and simply sorted out the materials. Then it was basically time to go home.
No one wants to work overtime on weekends, and as the deputy team leader, she naturally won't make things difficult for everyone.
She got up early in the morning, returned to Fan Tingnian's residence, took a shower, and went to bed.
She slept until six in the evening. The long sleep made her unable to tell the time. When she opened her eyes and took a while to relax, she realized that it was already evening.
Fan Tingnian's house is really big. When he was there, the house was quite lively. Now, his aunt doesn't want to disturb her, so although she also lives here, she usually only stays on the first floor. The whole house seems empty and deserted.
Chu Song leaned against the headboard, seriously considering whether to go back and live there, or stay with Fan Tingnian.
After leaning back for a while and concentrating on thinking, the phone on the bedside table suddenly rang, indicating that there was a video call.
She leaned over, picked up the phone, stared at the name on the screen for two seconds, pulled the quilt inward, and swiped the answer button.
A male body popped up on the screen. He had probably just come out of the bathroom, wearing only a bath towel, with water still hanging from his abdominal muscles facing the camera.
Chu Song's ears felt hot when he saw this, and he unconsciously pulled up the quilt to cover half of his chin.
The person in the video finally walked to the bed, but he didn't seem to intend to put on his clothes. He propped his mobile phone on the table, lowered his head, picked up two documents from the desktop, and looked through them.
"You...why aren't you wearing any clothes?"
The person on the other end of the video glanced over and said, "I'm in the bedroom."
“But you’re video chatting with me…”
"Haven't you seen it?"
Chu Song stopped talking.
Fan Tingnian put down the two documents and glanced at her wrist: "Were you sleeping just now?"
Her heart rate showed to be low.
Chu Song saw him walking towards the cloakroom wrapped in a bath towel and knew he was going to get his pajamas. Her eyes fell on his abdominal muscles and pectoral muscles again, and she curled up at the head of the bed: "Yes... I went back to the studio to work overtime this morning. I came back in the afternoon and felt a little sleepy. I have been sleeping until now."
"Yeah." Fan Tingnian walked into the cloakroom, his cell phone still on the table, the camera pointed at himself, and took out a dark gray bathrobe from the closet.
Seeing his right hand fingers hooked on the bath towel around his waist, Chu Song was frightened and quickly stopped him: "Don't take off your clothes in front of the camera!"
Although it’s true that he hasn’t seen it before, he is so generous!
The man walked over and raised the camera lens a little, revealing only her upper part from the waist. Then he looked at her for two seconds, his eyes sliding from her red earlobes to her eyes.
"What are you thinking about? You're wearing something underneath."
With broad shoulders and a narrow waist, she looked even sexier in the bright yellow light of the cloakroom. Her black hair, slightly wet at the ends, hung in front of her eyes. Her pupils were deep as she looked at her quietly.
His tone was serious, which made her seem like a pervert who was overthinking things.
Chu Song raised his phone and slid down again, wishing he could bury himself in the quilt. “I’m not thinking about anything…”
"Yeah." The man picked up the nightgown he had just thrown on the soft couch.
Chu Song felt that he didn't believe what he said. After thinking for a while, he raised his voice a little and repeated, "I really didn't think of anything."
This sentence finally drew the man's attention back. He fastened the belt around his waist, looked up, and then tilted his head slightly to remind her: "If you're too eager to prove yourself, it means you did it but don't want to admit it."
“.........”
Chu Song placed his phone on the bedside table and picked up his tablet, intending to continue thinking about the design for the competition. He propped his chin up with the hand holding the stylus, looked at the tablet for a while, and asked the person on the other end, "When will you be back?"
Fan Tingnian glanced at her from the other end and said, "Wednesday."
After hanging up the call, Fan Tingnian walked out of the bedroom and went to the studio in Milan on the third floor.
There is a six-hour time difference between Italy and China, and it is just noon here.
He had lunch in advance. In recent months, he had been preoccupied with family matters. He pressed his solar plexus and walked into the studio.
Some of his earlier paintings and sculptures are displayed here.
He has another sculpture exhibition in Milan in the first half of next year, and most of the works to be exhibited will be here.
After spending an entire afternoon in the studio, he felt a little tired in the evening. He pushed away the things he had just used in front of the workbench, stood up, and sat down on the sofa not far away.
Then he picked up the remote control on the coffee table and turned on the display screen on the wall. He tapped the remote control with his thumb a few times and exported the data from his watch onto the display screen.
Chu Song's watch is connected to his watch, and all the data will be transmitted to his watch.
He looked through several folders one by one, confirming her schedule and physical condition for the past two days. Then he stared at them for a while and opened the last folder.
Chu Song had only turned on the voice monitoring function of his watch at night. The last folder contained all the recorded voices, three in total, all of which were her breathing sounds while she was asleep.
He turned one on, listened silently in the dark for a while, and turned it off after half an hour.
She had good sleeping habits, she didn't move around, didn't grind her teeth or talk in her sleep, and her breathing was steady, but the night before last, she called his name in her sleep.
Chu Song met a colleague at the door on Monday. They walked into the museum together and mentioned Song Huinan again on the way.
No one had seen him since he was thrown out of the art gallery, but they felt that he was not the kind of person who would remain indifferent after losing such a big face.
There is an old saying that goes "It is better to offend a gentleman than a villain". Song Huinan is such a villain. If Chu Song had no other choice, he would not want to have a feud with him, but Song Huinan was really too much at that time.
Chu Song and his colleagues walked into the elevator.
The colleague was the team leader of Group 2 who had held Song Huinan back when he was causing trouble in front of the director's office.
The two of them stared at the electronic screen in the elevator, which was constantly increasing in numbers. A colleague reminded her, "My friend said that after being rejected by that private company, he still hasn't found a job."
The circle is so small, and Song Huinan was also the former leader of the art museum, so everyone knows each other.
Colleague: "He has a good education and resume, but he hasn't been able to find a job. On the one hand, it's because the current environment is really bad, and on the other hand, a big reason is probably because everyone knows that he was reported and resigned."
Chu Song nodded and agreed with his colleague.
The elevator arrived at the sixth floor at this moment. The door opened and a colleague patted Chu Song on the shoulder: "In any case, be careful. I have a feeling he's the type who would do something desperate."
Chu Song thought of the last scene outside the director's office and frowned slightly.
As they walked out of the elevator, her colleague saw her expression and consoled her, "But it should be okay. He doesn't even have a job right now, and no one else wants him. His connections and resources aren't that strong, so it's hard for him to trip you up."
"Yeah." Chu Song followed her to the office area.
Because of the exhibition project, Chu Song worked overtime for two consecutive days, and Wen Yao was a little more free than before.
In the evening, I came to see Chu Song with a lunch box.
It was already past eight o'clock, and everyone in the group had left. People from other groups had basically left as well. There were only a few people working overtime on the entire sixth floor.
When Wen Yao came over, Chu Song received the message, took the card, and went downstairs to pick her up.
Not long after, the two came up together. The last time Wen Yao came to her office was last year.
During the Chinese New Year last year, Song Huinan was still the team leader. On New Year's Eve, he asked several employees to come back to work overtime. Chu Song was one of them. Wen Yao was so angry that she came to find Chu Song with a box of dumplings in the evening and accompanied her to scold Song Huinan at the work station.
Wen Yao followed her to her workstation and looked around: "Have you renovated your office?"
"Yes," Chu Song moved a chair over for her to sit on. "A few months ago, before I resigned, the offices of several groups were renovated together."
Chu Song pointed to a more private place on the east side: "Several leaders' offices are over there."
Wen Yao stretched her head to take a look, then looked at the empty seats around her: "Is your team all off work?"
"There are only a few things left that need to be integrated. I can do that. I'll let them go."
Wen Yao placed the insulated box on her desk. "My mom made some sugar cookies and insisted I bring them to you. I told her we don't eat them anymore because they make us fat, but she insisted I bring them to you."
Chu Song narrowed his eyes and smiled, then sat down on the chair. He took the washed dishes to Wen Yao and casually broke off a pair of disposable chopsticks left over from a takeout meal.
She tucked her hair behind her ears and took a piece of sugar cake out of her lunch box: "I love eating this. Don't always say 'Auntie' to me."
"Why don't I tell her? She's idle all day and always likes to worry about things that don't make sense."
Chu Song helped Wen Yao unpack the lunch box she brought and spread it on the table. He then went to the company's tea room to get a few bottles of juice that he had left there.
In addition to the sugar cakes, the lunch box Wen Yao brought also contained two boxes of fried skewers from near her company.
Every time Chu Song went to see her, they both loved to eat there. This time when Wen Yao came over, they simply stopped by there and packed up two portions.
"By the way, we are having a group dinner tomorrow, you can come too." Chu Song took the last bite of the sugar cake and looked at Wen Yao beside him.
Wen Yao wiped her lips with a tissue. There was something in her mouth and her words were a little slurred: "Me? Can I go?"
Chu Song covered one of the empty boxes and said, "Of course. Because of the exhibition recently, everyone in our team has been working overtime. I'm the deputy team leader. I'm inviting everyone to dinner and singing. You can bring your friends, and of course you can come too."
"Okay, let's go," Wen Yao thought about the time, "Tomorrow is Wednesday, so it's not my turn to be on duty."
Wen Yao finished speaking, then thought of something and asked quietly, "By the way, when will your boyfriend come back?"
She knew that Chu Song lived with Fan Tingnian, but she wasn't quite sure what their current situation was.
Chu Song was stunned by what she said. It took him two seconds to realize that she was talking about Fan Tingnian: "Tomorrow too."
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