Chapter 73 10.04/My fiancée is learning to love you again.
Chu Song was stunned for a moment, tears still hanging on her eyelashes, then she raised her hand to pat Fan Tingnian's shoulder, but when her hand fell, he grabbed her wrist.
"Why did you hit me?" He tilted his head slightly in the moonlight, his eyes always with a hint of coldness.
Chu Song was angry and annoyed: "...Can you be more subtle when speaking?"
"Yeah." He responded casually and kissed her again.
He has already learned how to treat her perfunctorily now!
He held her in his arms, letting her kneel and sit on him, kissing her deeply and thoroughly. He then supported her thighs, helping her rise and fall. Then, after a hushed voice, he still gave an objective assessment: "Your bed really doesn't allow any other positions."
He leaned his back against the window, held her calves, and made her knees rest on the sides of his hips.
Chu Song’s ears felt hot, and he raised his hand again: “Stop talking!”
He caught her raised hand again. He dodged her attack, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. He looked at her in the moonlight and said, "You seem to be so aggressive today."
"Non è una buona abitudine." (This is not a good habit.) His eyes fell on her slightly red cheeks. He paused for a few seconds, took her hand, put it to his lips, and kissed the back of her hand solemnly. "But I forgive you."
(Because you seem to like me very much, you suck so hard and your face is so red.)”
Every time he spoke Italian, his voice was very nice and magnetic and hoarse, but Chu Song was afraid that he was talking dirty in a language she couldn't understand.
She tried to focus: "...What are you talking about."
He kissed the back of her hand again: "Nothing, I just said you are beautiful."
It turned out that the bed really couldn't withstand the tossing and turning.
So Fan Tingnian worked very slowly last night, which resulted in the process taking a very long time. Chu Song was still unable to sleep until four in the morning.
Finally she couldn't stand it anymore and pushed his shoulders to ask him to go faster, and then the bed broke.
As a last resort, at five in the morning, he carried her back to the house opposite and took a nap.
Chu Song got up at 8:30 the next morning to go to work. He had only slept for three hours and ended up yawning non-stop while sitting at his workstation.
Fortunately, apart from the morning meeting, today was not too busy. Chu Song did not go to eat lunch and took the time to catch up on his sleep.
Zhang Xinran brought her food back, and when he put the sandwich on her table, he saw the dark circles under her eyes.
"You have dark circles all the way down to your chin. What time did you go to bed yesterday?" Zhang Xinran asked, pulling out his chair.
Chu Song slowly got up, twisted his neck, picked up the sandwich, and answered casually, "Five o'clock."
"Oh my god," Zhang Xinran turned around in surprise. Since she turned twenty-five, her body hadn't allowed her to sleep so late. "Did you stay up late to watch TV series? Why did you go to bed so late?"
Chu Song took a bite of his sandwich and prevaricated, "Um...yes, something happened."
Chu Song's house was too small to accommodate Fan Tingnian, a big Buddha. So after get off work that night, under Fan Tingnian's "tough" suggestion, he finally moved out of the 80-square-meter community and moved into Fan Tingnian's residence in the north city.
Fan Tingnian also had a manor near the northern suburbs, next to a scenic spot that housed the remains of a previous dynasty a hundred years ago. However, Chu Song felt that it was too far away and that the place was deserted. He was afraid that it might be haunted if he lived there, so he firmly refused.
Fan Tingnian looked at her and pondered for two seconds, then asked the driver to drive the car to a prosperous high-rise building in a busy area in the north city.
Chu Song felt that it was a bit too fast to move in together right after reconciliation. After all, there were still many problems between them, but the bed was really broken last night.
Fan Tingnian had someone buy a new bed and move it to that house, but it hadn't been completely tidied up yet, so he had to move out first.
Chu Song opened the car door, put on her bag, and followed Fan Tingnian down. She took two steps forward and asked, "Is it still the top floor?"
This community has only three buildings, but it covers a large area. Chu Song has heard of this community and knows that it is a single-story, single-family community.
There is still some distance from getting off the bus to the building where Fan Tingnian lives. The landscaping is very good, and there are light strips with clear light on the steps near the flower bed on the sidewalk.
Chu Song glanced over there and felt his left hand hanging by his side touching Fan Tingnian.
In fact, the two of them had never been in a serious relationship. Things like holding hands or going on dates had never happened between them.
Chu Song was a little dazed for a moment, and withdrew his left hand as if it had been burned.
The man, whose demeanor was as expensive as this house, glanced down at her and answered her question: "No."
"Hmm?" Chu Song blinked and looked back.
"The top five floors are all mine."
"......" Chu Song still felt that the social class difference between her and Fan Tingnian was huge.
It is indeed a single-story apartment. Because it is a connected duplex, there is also an elevator in the room.
The decoration is the same as the castle where he lived by the sea at that time, in medieval style. The overall style is dark. The top of the floor-to-ceiling windows is decorated with colored glass, and thin gauze curtains can be seen everywhere in the room.
When Chu Song walked into the room, his footsteps paused slightly.
The young master finally felt completely at home when he returned here. It was unlike his previous residence, where Chu Song was afraid he would hit his head if he stood up straight.
The dog he brought back was tied to the rack at the entrance. He must have informed them in advance, as the servants had already cleaned up a room for the puppy on the first floor. There were separate areas for entertainment, accommodation and toilets.
Chu Song lowered his head and stared at the puppy from two meters away. Finally, he raised his right hand and made a gesture of stroking its head from a distance, sighing from the bottom of his heart, "This little guy is so lucky."
Fan Tingnian went back to the bedroom first, and came out a few minutes later, changed into a black silk nightgown, and looked at the person who was still standing at the door: "Why are you standing there?"
Chu Song said "Hmm?", took the bag off his shoulder, and glanced at the puppy still tied with a rope before walking away.
"What about it?"
The doorbell rang at the entrance, Fan Tingnian walked over to open the door, and a uniformed servant came in and bent down to untie the rope on the shelf.
"Someone take it downstairs to take a bath and bring it back up after it's clean." Fan Tingnian answered her when the servant left.
Chu Song nodded. She should have expected that since he was here, someone should be taking care of the young master's food, clothing, housing and transportation.
"Don't want to go in?" The man who closed the door with his backhand tilted his head slightly and pointed to the room where she was looking.
Chu Song turned around, looked around the house, and looked at the decoration of the entire house. It was so gorgeous and really matched Fan Tingnian's temperament.
She walked in, and when she was about to reach a few rooms, she turned back to look at Fan Tingnian.
The man was standing at the entrance answering a phone call. He caught her gaze and looked over. Then he put the phone away and nodded his chin at her, indicating, "You live on the second floor, in the easternmost room. You share the same room with me. The first floor is the cloakroom. There are two separate rooms for you. You can go in there to find clothes."
"Two rooms?" Chu Song asked again subconsciously.
Fan Tingnian nodded again and pointed to the door where he had just changed into his pajamas: "Enter from there."
Then he picked up his phone again, frowned and replied to the person on the other end: "I'm talking to your sister-in-law."
Nan Ling:
He was asking why he sold his figurine, who asked him who he talked to???
"My sister-in-law?" Milan was still in the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, and Nan Ling leaned against the railing of the corridor. "Has she forgiven you? You might break up before you even get married, you know, brother."
He smiled with a forced smile, and said with a sense of ease and joking: "Besides, you can get married and divorced..."
"Shut up."
Nan Ling's eyes swept across the empty room in front of him. All the action figures on the first floor were gone. He was almost frantic: "Where are my action figures?! Many of them are limited editions! Sei così crudele! Devo dire a quella sorella che sei un uomo malvagio! (This is so vicious! I'm going to tell my sister you're a vicious man!)"
Fan Tingnian took the phone from his ear, hung up the call, and interrupted the crazy and continuous output of the person on the other end.
When Chu Song finished taking a shower and changing his clothes, Fan Tingnian was already sitting on the sofa.
Her hair was not completely dry, and the ends were still a little wet. Her nightgown was a little short, the hem only reaching mid-thigh, and she pulled it uncomfortably.
I didn't pay attention when I first took the clothes. When I put them on in front of the mirror in the bathroom, I found that it couldn't cover the marks on the inside of my legs. He kissed there last night, and there were lavender red marks.
Moreover, the house was filled with a strong atmosphere belonging to Fan Tingnian. She felt completely enveloped when she walked in. She hadn't lived in such a place for a long time, and she was indeed a little uncomfortable.
When she got to the place, she sat down on the sofa diagonally in front of him, rubbing her slightly wet hair and looking at him.
She had something else to discuss with him.
Fan Tingnian put down his phone, looked through the lens, raised his eyes, and fixed them steadily on her.
Chu Song swallowed and said, "Well...we are reconciled now, right?"
"Yeah." He wasn't actually sure what she thought, but now that she brought it up, he was very happy.
You can reward her more when you do it later. For example, if she doesn’t like the position last night and feels too tired, they can try another one.
Chu Song didn’t know what he was thinking, but he just felt it was a bit weird that he said “hmm” and didn’t say anything else.
She coughed lightly and blurted out the words she had just been organizing in the cloakroom: "Because before... we weren't really in a relationship, and the way we were getting along wasn't quite right."
"Um."
"For example, you can't just lock me up, or monitor me, or spy on me. I have my own space and the freedom to do things independently."
"Yeah." Fan Tingnian's eyes fell coldly on her lips. She had just taken a shower and probably didn't wear lipstick, but her lips were light pink and looked very kissable.
Chu Song saw that he was taking it as it should be and breathed a sigh of relief: "So what I mean is that we both need some space and can't be the same as before."
"Um."
Chu Song thought for a moment and said, "But I'll tell you wherever I go, so to speak... report it to you, and you can't restrict my normal work and social life."
"Okay." The man crossed his legs and clasped his hands on his knees.
Chu Song had basically said everything he wanted to say, and for the time being, he didn't expect to communicate with him again. "Oh, by the way, the art museum department is having a dinner on Wednesday. The three groups will be together. We might go to the pub after dinner. Let me tell you first."
The man seemed to finally come to his senses and glanced at her, as if the promise he had just made didn't exist. He frowned and said, "No."
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