Chapter 8 08.18 / Fiancée, are you drinking wine today too?
After knocking twice and asking politely, I heard slow and lazy footsteps in the room.
A few seconds later, the door of the room was opened from the inside.
The first thing Chu Song saw was a hand. It was very white, with long fingers, but not too thin. It had a clear sense of strength. The wrist bones and forearms that were faintly visible under the sleeves were also extremely sexy.
Chu Song felt that she was also strange. Although she was attracted by beautiful bodies like most women, and would occasionally pause for a while on some sexy muscle short videos when browsing her phone, she rarely saw anything like this - every time she looked at Fan Tingnian, she felt like she was hooked by him.
She held her breath.
She shouldn't have any other feelings for her client, such a picky client who obviously had no interest in anyone.
She reminded herself in her heart that the most she could do was admire this face purely, otherwise this fussy guy might pick her up and throw her into the sea to feed the sharks.
Chu Song was thinking this and was a little distracted for a moment. When she looked up again, she saw the young man leaning against the door frame with his arms folded, looking at her.
His expression couldn't be said to be ugly, but it was definitely not good-looking. However, after a few days, Chu Song got used to his attitude of keeping everyone at a distance.
But he was just indifferent, which was much better than those stupid bosses who deliberately made things difficult for me at work before.
Thinking of this, Chu Song liked this job even more. She took a deep breath, smiled politely, and said, "Hello, Mr. Fan. Butler Wan Ting should have told you that I would be coming."
She gestured to the food cart she was pushing: "I just met the coffee delivery staff outside, so I helped deliver it over."
Fan Tingnian couldn't tell whether she was in a good mood or a bad mood. He stared at her for a while.
After a few seconds, he let go of the doorknob, turned around and walked into the room, his voice carrying a hint of long-term dry hoarseness: "Come in."
He used brief words, and Chu Song felt that he still did not welcome him.
But Fan Tingnian turned around, frowned, raised his hand, and rubbed the tip of his nose imperceptibly. He stopped in front of the door for a few seconds because he smelled a faint fragrance.
He had a sensitive sense of smell and had previously said that all servants, gardeners and staff in this building were not allowed to wear perfume, but the person following behind him might have just started working in the past two days, and Wan Ting forgot to tell her, so she didn't know.
Fan Tingnian endured it again and again and decided to forgive her, but he still didn't like the taste.
From the moment he entered the door, Fan Tingnian's frown had never relaxed. Chu Song felt that he might be unhappy about something.
She pushed the food cart beside him, thought for a moment, and then asked, "Excuse me, is there any problem?"
If there was a problem at her work, she could fix it the next time she came.
As she asked this question, the man next to her stopped and turned to look at her, his eyes sweeping over her neck, ears and wrists.
After a moment, the man turned and walked towards the sofa, saying "no" in a cold voice.
Since he said no, Chu Song pretended not to have it for the time being, ignored Fan Tingnian's frown, and sat down on the single sofa next to him.
When I looked up again, I saw that he was frowning again, and realized that he didn't want me to get too close to him.
But there are only two sofas in this room, one is the long sofa where he sits, and the other is the single sofa next to the long sofa. She can't sit on the floor unless she sits here.
Thinking of what Wan Ting said about Fan Tingnian being particularly difficult to deal with and that he could often ignore his opinions and do things, Chu Song thought about it and didn't change his seat, but sat down here shamelessly.
Sure enough, when she moved her butt back to sit more comfortably, Fan Tingnian lowered his eyes and looked at the sofa where she was sitting.
Chu Song ignored it again, opened the laptop on his knees, created a new document, marked the date, and started recording.
"I'd like to ask Mr. Fan, do you have any general expectations for the overall decoration style of your studio?"
"No."
"So are there any elements that you absolutely cannot have in your home?"
“I don’t know.”
"Mr. Fan, do you have any requirements for the overall color tone? Do you want it bright, warm, cool, or darker?"
"I haven't thought about it yet."
Chu Song had a stress reaction from working. Even though she had a good temper, she felt a surge of anger at the top of her head after being asked three questions in a row.
This isn't difficult, this is simply a lack of cooperation.
The man in front of her turned around at this time. It was unclear whether she had been silent for too long or he saw the expression on her face.
Anyway, he looked at her calmly and suddenly said, "I'll give you 20,000 yuan a day."
"......" Chu Song's arrogance, which was not high to begin with, was immediately dampened.
She had been keeping a polite smile on her face, and now the corners of her mouth were raised, silently saying "I can get money and there are handsome guys to look at". Even if the previous conversation was repeated a hundred times, she would not be annoyed.
She glanced at the plaster model in Fan Tingnian's right hand and changed her mind.
It seems that even if they talk normally for another two months, Fan Tingnian will not tell her what she wants to hear. She still has to treat him like a friend and talk to him about other things. After getting to know him better, she will see if she can get something out of him.
She wanted to spend a few more days sitting on the sofa looking at the private beach and drinking Roman Ruby Grape Juice.
Thinking of this, she put down the computer, stood up and walked towards Fan Tingnian.
Fan Tingnian sat on the far left side of the sofa. Next to the sofa was a low, dark brown solid wood chair. Chu Song ignored the man's increasingly furrowed brows, maintained a social distance of half a meter, and sat down on the solid wood chair.
This is a very appropriate distance. It will not make people feel uncomfortable because it is too close, and when combined with a gentle and friendly tone, it can bring people closer together.
She raised her hand and gestured towards the plaster statue, saying in a friendly tone, "Do you want to paint this plaster?"
She discovered as soon as she came in that there was another reason why Fan Tingnian didn't want to answer her. Before she came in, he seemed to be coloring the plaster, and after she came in, she disturbed his progress.
The plaster statue was long and complex in shape, and he thought it would be difficult to color the bottom part by himself.
Chu Song gestured to the thin tool gloves on the coffee table. “I can wear the gloves and help you hold this end so that the end closest to you can be lifted up, so you can apply the most difficult base color.”
For a narrow and long plaster statue, if you want to color the bottom evenly, what Chu Song said is the best method, but now Fan Tingnian is troubled by another problem.
She smells so good.
He couldn't tell which specific fruit scent it was. It was a bit like peach and a bit like apple. Strands of it were drifting into his nose as her hair fluttered and she spoke.
He seriously considered whether to take this opportunity to throw the person out.
But after thinking for three seconds, he decided to endure it.
This plaster statue is indeed difficult to color. Because he didn't want others to help him, it has been delayed until now, and the color of the plaster is only half done.
He didn't say anything.
Chu Song felt that he agreed.
"Should I wear these gloves? Or..." she asked cautiously.
The off-white gloves on the coffee table belonged to Fan Tingnian. He had just taken them off before Chu Song came in.
He looked at the girl's slender fingers and inexplicably thought of the scene of her fingertips tapping on the black keyboard just now. It was very clean and beautiful.
After a few seconds, he leaned back and agreed to her request to wear her own gloves.
"Well, sure." The man said in a deep voice.
Chu Song was puzzled. He was just wearing a pair of work gloves, which were common in the room, but his answer sounded like he was allowing her to do something important.
Chu Song took turns tugging at the base of the gloves, saying, "Put them on."
Fan Tingnian glanced at her hand.
The translucent white gloves were very thin and tight, fitting perfectly on her fingers, just like his breath wrapped around her skin. A strange feeling flashed through Fan Tingnian's mind.
Before he could think about it, Chu Song's voice sounded again: "Shall we start?"
An hour later, Chu Song walked out of Fan Tingnian's studio and exchanged a few words with him about the color scheme he chose when painting the plaster, barely getting some information.
At the same time, she also gained something else. When she stood up to leave, Fan Tingnian threw the pair of gloves she had just worn to her and said it was a gift for her.
She was slightly stunned and a little confused, but Fan Tingnian was a strange man and nothing he did was strange. She didn't think much about it, packed up her things, and was about to leave with her gloves when she was stopped by the man sitting on the sofa.
He asked for the gloves again.
Chu Song was even more puzzled. This was a very thin disposable glove. She didn't understand why Fan Tingnian wanted to take it back, but she still handed it back to him.
Fan Tingnian's studio was so big that it took her some time to walk out.
When she closed the door, she inadvertently turned sideways and saw the man in the room holding the pair of gloves she had just returned in one hand, and she didn't know what he was looking at.
Although Chu Song was curious, he didn't stay for too long. He just took a quick look, grabbed the door handle with his right hand, and closed the door completely.
Fan Tingnian in the room was even more curious. He didn't know why he kept the gloves.
He obviously didn't like touching things that had been touched by others, but when he thought about the hands that had just worn these gloves, he felt that it would be okay to keep them.
He stared at the raised glove for a while, then threw the thin white cloth on the coffee table in front of him with one hand. A sweet fruity scent still lingered in the room.
But it doesn't seem to smell bad.
The next morning, Chu Song was woken up by the ringing of his cell phone.
At five fifty in the morning, the cell phone on the bedside table kept vibrating, accompanied by the irritating ringtone, intermittently disturbing my sweet dreams.
Chu Song slept late last night and was very tired, so the ringing lasted for about a minute before waking her up.
She stretched out her right hand from under the quilt, touched the phone on the bedside table, struggled to open her eyes, and looked at the caller ID.
It was her father, Chu Jiangshan, calling.
To be honest, her father was not very responsible. Although he gave her tuition and living expenses during her school years, she had been living on campus since high school. Because of her stepmother's rejection, Chu Jiangshan rarely let her go home.
Apart from basic living expenses, she almost never received any pocket money from Chu Jiangshan, so starting from her sophomore year, she had been working part-time jobs, and her later tuition and living expenses were basically earned by herself.
The curtains were drawn tightly, and it was almost dawn. A thin ray of light came in from outside. She sat up, rubbing her hair, and took a few seconds to answer the phone.
As soon as the call was connected, Chu Jiangshan's voice came out: "Your mother asked you to lend some money for Xiao Wei to go to summer camp, why didn't you give her any money?"
"I raised you from childhood to this age, was it all in vain?"
"Do you know how to help share some of the burden at home?"
Before going to bed last night, I didn't draw the curtains tightly, leaving a small gap. The wind blew in from outside, and a corner of the white gauze curtain fluttered in the wind.
Chu Song was getting a headache from his noise. She took the phone away from her ear and tried to hang up, but Chu Jiangshan's voice continued to ring out, in a higher tone than before: "Hurry up and give me the money. Even a small amount is still money. You're my sister."
Chu Song originally wanted to hang up, but after hearing this, he felt that it would be a shame if he didn't say a few words before hanging up.
Hearing someone calling her so early in the morning had driven away some of her sleepiness. She sat up straighter, her voice still a little hoarse with sleepiness: "You are my father too, please give me some money first."
There was a brief two-second silence in the receiver.
"You!" Chu Jiangshan obviously didn't expect her to say that.
Chu Song lay down again, stuffed the pillow in his arms, and said in the same light tone: "And my stepmother, as an elder, she can also give me some first, and then I will give it to Xiao Wei."
After she said these two sentences, Chu Jiangshan became angry and started cursing.
Chu Song yawned and placed her phone on the bedside table. It played automatically for a few minutes. She waited until Chu Jiangshan's scolding slowed down before she took it off. "I have to work and make money for Xiao Wei. Dad, I'm hanging up now."
The call was cut off mercilessly, and the room returned to silence.
The sea breeze blew the gauze curtains, making a rustling sound, which was much more pleasant than the noisy voice of the middle-aged man just now.
Because of Chu Jiangshan's interruption, Chu Song didn't fall asleep again until seven o'clock. Before closing her eyes again, she decided not to have breakfast with Fan Tingnian today.
They have been eating together for four days in a row, and Fan Tingnian should be annoyed. Besides, she slept too late last night and hasn't made up for it yet, so she wants to sleep for two more hours.
She didn't have to eat with Fan Tingnian, nor did she have to report to anyone. Wan Ting had said that the time for getting along and observing each other would allow her to communicate directly with Fan Tingnian.
So what she understood was that if she needed extra time to spend with Fan Tingnian, she had to ask Fan Tingnian for his consent, but if she wanted to reduce the observation time, she did not need to explain it to Fan Tingnian specifically.
So at seven o'clock, Chu Song fell into a deep sleep again.
But unexpectedly, her sweet dream was disturbed again an hour later.
The person who called was the head servant who managed the restaurant.
When she answered the phone, the person on the other end was very polite and asked her why she hadn't gone to dinner yet.
Because of her long-term working habits, when she heard such a question, her mind cleared up and she quickly got up from the bed.
As she sat down on the edge of the bed, she thought that this was different from working in the company before. The maid might just be asking as a routine question because of work needs. She shouldn't have to go there to eat at a specific time.
She raised her hand to tidy up her hair, then turned to look at the alarm clock on the bedside table. After pressing her throat, she politely asked, "Can I come over to eat in an hour?"
A few days ago, she met other staff members on the second floor. The working environment here was very relaxed. They said that breakfast in the restaurant would be served until ten o'clock and they could go there whenever they wanted.
"Hmm..." The maid hesitated for a moment, then glanced sideways at the man sitting at the dining table, slowly slicing ham. "Well, the gentleman asked if you'd like to drink grape juice today, too?"
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