Chapter 74 10.05 / Fiancée But he will keep a close eye on her...
The result of Chu Song's anger was that he kicked Fan Tingnian out of the bedroom at night.
The man knocked on the door with one hand. His voice was cold and indifferent, with a hint of oppression: "You are very naughty."
Chu Song in the room casually picked up a pillow from the carpet, opened the door, and threw it out into Fan Tingnian's arms: "You are even more naughty!!"
The two of them were half a meter apart, and Chu Song closed the door again.
The wind from the closing door blew against Fan Tingnian’s cheek:
Chu Song walked back and forth in the bedroom with her hands on her hips, and it seemed that all the talk she had just had in the living room was in vain.
"Open the door first." The person outside knocked on the door again.
Chu Song paused, took two deep breaths, and stared at the bedroom door. "Promise me first that you won't interfere with my private life."
"good."
"Then I'm going to the department dinner at the art museum tomorrow."
"no."
“…” Chu Song was furious, his usually soft voice rising, “Fan Tingnian, are you sick? What are you doing? Are you pretending you don’t understand Chinese???”
Chu Song picked up his pace again and continued pacing rapidly around the room. "I must go tomorrow. I absolutely must go. I'll go after work. If you dare to let anyone follow me, you're dead!"
As she spoke, she looked behind her, wanting to find a pillow to open the door and hit someone: "If you dare... I will break up with you, break up with you now, and move out tomorrow night!"
Chu Song finished speaking angrily, but when he heard no further movement outside, he frowned slightly and took two steps forward. Just as he got closer to listen, he heard the sound of a key turning the door lock outside.
She subconsciously took a half step back, and the next second Fan Tingnian pushed the door open with the key in his right hand and walked in.
Chu Song took another half step back in confusion: "...Did you just go get the key?"
The man picked up the pillow that had been thrown on the ground and placed it on the soft couch to the side. He looked over and said, "Instead of waiting here, why not go find some tools?"
Why is he so smart now?
"Fan Ting..." Before she could finish the last word, she was pulled into Fan Tingnian's arms.
There was a wooden table near the door. The man in front of her held her under the arms and lifted her up to sit on it. Then he pinched her chin and kissed her.
Chu Song was stunned by his actions. After being kissed twice, she pushed him away. She was confused and bewildered: "What are you doing? We are arguing."
"Well, can't we kiss?" His eyelashes half-closed, his gaze fell on her lips again, completely different from the calmness of a normal person, "Why can't we kiss during an argument? You look very kissable."
He stood closer, his left hand clasping her lower back, controlling her with great control. With his other hand, he pushed her hair aside, lowered his eyes to examine her, and gently pinched her chin: "Let's do it later. We can quarrel while we do it."
He kindly explained, "It only uses your body, it won't interfere with your verbal swearing."
Finally, the two negotiated on the bed. Chu Song suggested that she must attend the department dinner, but Fan Tingnian said that since family members can be brought to the dinner, why can't he, as her fiancé, attend.
He was half leaning against the headboard, the front of his robe open, revealing his tight chest and abdominal muscles, his black hair draped over his forehead, and his brown-green pupils were like gems.
He is really good-looking, especially when he is immersed in a room decorated like a medieval castle. He is handsome and sexy. It is almost difficult to see someone with such temperament in real life.
He looked at her calmly, and in an unquestionable tone, he corrected her words again: "Not a boyfriend, but a fiancé."
"I told you, in our family you can only sleep together if you're married."
"And I will only love one person in my life."
He always confessed his feelings suddenly, and Chu Song was interrupted by him and forgot what he was saying.
"I know." She felt sore from the waist down, but she still knelt on the bed and discussed the topic of dinner the day after tomorrow with him, "but..."
"You don't like me," the man suddenly tilted his head and looked at her deeply, "Why don't you ever say you love me?"
The curtains were not completely drawn, leaving a gap. Moonlight streamed in from outside, and the wind blew the curtains, making a rustling sound in the quiet night.
Chu Song was stunned by his question: "Huh? We were talking about a dinner party..."
"Say you love me." Fan Tingnian was very persistent about this question.
A few seconds later.
Chu Song said under his gaze: "I love you."
The man's expression softened compared to before, no longer so cold. He raised his hand and touched her head, praising her: "Very good."
Chu Song pushed his hand away: "Okay, now we can discuss the next issue."
The light in Fan Tingnian's pupils faded, and he seemed to be losing interest again.
Chu Song didn't notice. After confirming the dinner information, he looked up, spread his hands, and patiently explained to him: "Although you are my... fiancé, you are also an investor in our art gallery project. You are a 'noble' investor. Everyone will feel uncomfortable with you around. And I would also feel uncomfortable if everyone knew that I was dating an investor."
"Um."
"Don't just say 'hmm'. I'm asking if you understand."
The man said in a steady voice, "I understand, but I want to go."
He finished speaking, glanced at the girl's brows that were about to frown again, and said after assessing the situation: "I won't talk or go crazy when I go there."
Chu Song looked at him strangely: "...What were you going to do?"
The man leaning against the headboard raised his eyebrows and spoke in a calm tone, but with a hint of disdain in his expression: "I hate those males who like you. They don't know you have a fiancé or someone to marry. They always look at you with loving eyes, hoping that you can be with them. It's wishful thinking."
He placed the watch he had just taken off on the bedside table. "I had been planning to indirectly tell everyone at your department dinner that we were planning to get married."
"......" Chu Song refused, "No."
At a work dinner, someone suddenly announced his or her marriage in a boastful manner. What a psycho!
And who knows what strange tone he will use to announce this matter.
Fan Tingnian's eyes fell calmly, with a calmness that seemed to indicate he had seen through her thoughts long ago. He hummed softly, "I knew it."
Perhaps because there were many Italian servants around him, Chu Song always felt that he spoke with a faint translation accent.
Fan Tingnian clinked the cup on the bedside table. "I'm certainly not very good at modal particles and some language structures in Chinese, but in addition to Italian and Chinese, I also know English, German, Spanish, and a small amount of Arabic."
Chu Song, who only spoke Chinese and northern dialects, felt hit hard and looked at him in disbelief: "...I just said that you spoke with an interpreter's accent. Did I ask you about the rest of it?"
The paper said that men should appropriately demonstrate their abilities and talents, which he had just done, but she didn't seem to like it.
At night, after she falls asleep, I will add this message to the documents on the tablet. She doesn’t like this message, so she will use it less in the future.
After Fan Tingnian finished thinking, he took back his hand that was supporting his chin and stared at her: "You were so mean to me just now, come here and kiss me."
"How am I fierce?" Chu Song pointed at his nose.
He propped himself up, sat up from the head of the bed, leaned closer, grabbed her waist and pulled her back: "It's okay, I can come over."
Because two leaders had something to do, the department dinner was postponed from Wednesday to Sunday. On the afternoon of the departure day, Chu Song was a little worried, so he came down from the upstairs bedroom and walked to the cloakroom. He stood outside for two seconds holding on to the door frame, and finally walked in, wanting to give one last reminder.
There are three connected cloakrooms on the first floor, each about 100 square meters in size. They only store some commonly worn clothes, as well as some evening dresses that are not often used. There is another cloakroom on the fifth floor for storage.
The cloakroom on the first floor was covered with white carpet. Chu Song walked in barefoot and saw a man on the phone.
Because Fan Tingnian has been in North City, his subordinates who handle family affairs and the design team are not there, so he needs to contact those people frequently. Therefore, the number of phone calls and video conferences he makes is much more than before.
Chu Song would not disturb him in his studio, so he stood quietly by the side, waiting for him to finish the call.
He was wearing an elegant white shirt, the same as when he first saw him in front of the convenience store in the seaside castle. The shirt was wide-cut, and one of the cuffs was elegantly rolled up at his elbow.
His black hair was neat and tidy, his wrist bones were slightly protruding, and his slender fingers were clasping a black cell phone.
Chu Song felt like she was screwed, she really thought he was handsome.
Why would someone look like this? It was actually difficult for her to say that many times when she saw him, she wanted to kiss him.
Two minutes later, someone not far away put away their phone and looked over: "What's wrong?"
Chu Song thought about what she was going to say later. To make sure he would agree with what she said, she thought for two seconds, then walked over, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him on the face first.
When she landed on the ground, the man looked at her with a gloomy look in his eyes. Two seconds later, he said, "There's something fishy going on."
Chu Song was startled, took a half step back, and tried to cover up: "No...no."
"You stuttered, so it is true." The man in front of her straightened up, his eyes fixed on her even more seriously than before.
“…”
Fan Tingnian grabbed her waist and pushed her back. After two steps, he brought her to the half-person-high glass cabinet behind him and pressed her down gently.
He lowered his head and leaned close to her ear: "If you regret it now and don't let me go, I won't agree."
"And I'll be mad, but you won't let me be, so I'll just have to punish you," he looked down at her, "in bed at night."
Chu Song slipped out from under his arm and took two steps to the side: "I'm not stopping you from going, I just want to discuss something with you."
"What do you want to discuss?" The man leaned on the glass cabinet with one hand, tilted his head slightly, and looked at her.
Chu Song took a deep breath, carefully considering the way Fan Tingnian would accept her interacting with the opposite sex. "We should eat first, then go to the pub. I have good relationships with many of my colleagues. As the team leader, I can't be cold to anyone. So I'll probably talk to a lot of people at dinner tonight, and we'll all joke around. After dinner, we'll go to the pub and play games together."
"Do you understand all this? You can't have too many objections." She looked at him seriously.
Fan Tingnian stared at her for a long moment, then said, "I understand."
But he would keep his eyes on her.
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