After marrying a wealthy family, I just want to start a career[Transmigration Book]

Feng Yun drove the car very fast.

The corners of his lips were tightly pursed, the arc of his jaw line was tensed due to force, his eyes were deep and cold, with a hint of cruelty.

His slender fingers gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, but his tone of voice on the phone was steady: "I want them to have no place to stand."

The headlights of the cars were left behind one by one, and Jin Rui's towering building was in front of him in an instant.

Feng Yun hung up the phone, the car turned and slid into the entrance of Jinrui's underground garage.

Ning An took the elevator down to the underground garage, and as soon as he stepped out of the stairwell, he saw Feng Yun's tall figure.

Unlike usual, he deliberately got off the car early this time and stood there waiting for him, so that he could see him at the first sight.

Ning An trotted a few steps, Feng Yun also stepped forward to meet him at the same time, the two of them walked very hurriedly, and then hugged each other tightly.

Feng Yun pinched the back of his head and pressed him into the socket of his neck, so tight that he could hardly breathe.

Ning An lay in his arms, relying on him wholeheartedly.

It wasn't until he really hugged him and smelled the familiar slightly bitter citrus fragrance that his heart finally fell to the ground slowly.

The burden of the whole body was also shared at that moment, he became a little more relaxed, and his tense body softened.

The chaotic and complicated thoughts slowly merged into one stream and flowed slowly, no longer making his chest swell and ache.

Feng Yun hugged him tightly, and after a while, he pinched his chin, raised his face, and looked at him under the dim light of the garage.

Ning An's temple hair was a little messy, Feng Yun gently used his fingertips to pinch some of the hair behind his ears, exposing his face completely.

He looked at him for a moment before asking, "Crying?"

Ning An didn't answer, Feng Yun lowered his head and kissed his eyes and nose again, and finally kissed the corner of his lips before protecting him and sitting back in the car.

He lit a cigarette for him, and Ning An took it in silence, then leaned against the car window, and took a puff with downcast eyes.

Before he could speak, he spoke by himself, as if answering his "crying" question: "After seeing you, I feel much better."

Feng Yun's heart was burning hot, and his eyes seemed to be lit with sparks. Ning An's appearance of relying on him unreservedly made the greed in his heart pop up again, and it was almost uncontrollable.

He wanted to say something, but in the end he started the car silently.

Ning An leaned back in the seat, tilted her head and looked out the window.

The street lamps were quickly pulled closer and then left behind. He squinted his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.

Feng Yun glanced at him, and could only see his slender neck and a small piece of white side cheek, which flickered with the light outside the window.

He reached out one hand for his free hand, which was cold.

Ning An turned her head and hooked his finger actively, Feng Yun smiled: "What are you thinking?"

Ning An took the last puff of his cigarette, extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and said softly, "I'm thinking about Cheng Qian."

Feng Yun raised his eyebrows, Ning An was silent for a moment: "I'm also thinking that maybe I'm lucky enough."

"How to say?" Feng Yun's eyes were cold, but a very faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Is it lucky to be framed?"

"No," Ning An shook his head: "It's because you believe in me, the teacher believes in me, Li Wanfei and Yin Yao also believe in me, and there may be many people I don't know who also believe in me."

Ning An said softly: "These trusts are too precious."

The corners of Feng Yun's lips were tightened, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly. This was the second time he wanted to say something in the whole night, but he still didn't say it.

But Ning An didn't pay attention, he bent down to fish for the cigarette case again, knocked out a cigarette and lit it: "At first, I really hated it, I hated that they used such unscrupulous methods, it was too much for open and honest people. It's not fair, at that time, I suddenly understood the feeling you said before."

"How does it feel?" Feng Yun asked.

Ning An was silent for a moment, and finally said: "The kind of hostility and impulse that is driven to a desperate situation by the same thing again and again, full of hostility, and wants to destroy everything."

Feng Yun's fingers holding the steering wheel tightened suddenly, and his knuckles turned white.

He deeply understands that pain, and he is afraid that Yu Ning'an will also be infected with that pain.

"Don't worry, it's not that serious. Especially when I saw you later, you still gave me your arms." Ning An seemed to be aware of it, and gently squeezed his palm: "I also feel that this world is really good to me. It's still very good, I have a family and you. With you, no matter what happens, I can bear it."

Feng Yun's eyes were dark, and he couldn't tell what the complex emotions tumbling inside belonged to.

It seems to be struggling, but it also seems to be moved, entangled and entangled, revealing a very unbearable pain under the night light.

The car turned into the community, Feng Yun asked in a deep voice: "So you think Cheng Qian was also wronged?"

"Ten out of ten." Ning An looked out the window and said softly, "So I was thinking just now, maybe Cheng Qian was not as lucky as me, so he was forced to leave his hometown."

Feng Yun didn't speak, but squeezed his palm, and Ning An turned to him and smiled lightly.

The two returned home and went straight into Ning An's studio.

Ning An has always been very organized in his work, and all the information about this work is neatly organized, so it is very convenient to search for it.

From the generation of inspiration, to the preparatory work, the several design drafts that were discarded in the middle, the production process until the finished product is released, including the final Lookbook, all are recorded in the book.

But nothing can prove his innocence 100%.

It was already late at night after the two checked. Feng Yun looked at Ning An's serious and dignified side face, which became paler due to the lack of blood.

And there were more and more cigarette butts in the ashtray, and finally he couldn't help frowning more and more.

Several times he seemed to want to say something, but in the end he pursed his lips.

The moment Ning An jumped at him was played repeatedly in his mind, becoming more and more clear.

At that time, he relied on him so wholeheartedly.

His unreserved dependence on him awakened the devil in his heart that never left, and made his strong and morbid possessive desire for him infinitely magnified layer by layer, and it was no longer controllable.

He has the evidence to prove his innocence, but an inner demon called greed is pressing him to remain silent.

Let him think about it again and again before making a decision.

If Ning An left the costume design business, if he wasn't so busy, didn't need to go to Australia, Q City, or stay in the film crew, if he only belonged to him...

He is not willing to break his wings, if someone else breaks them...

Then he can see him when he gets home, he can take him with him when he is on a business trip, he can hug him and kiss him anytime, anywhere...

But he also knows the pain of losing his dream better than anyone else, especially in this way, Ning An will suffer as well!

He closed his eyes, held his hands tightly, and dug his nails tightly into his palms.

Ever since he was with Ning An, he lived in happiness and joy every day, and almost forgot that he still had such a dark side.

This kind of negative and dark emotion has not appeared for a long time, but maybe this accident is an opportunity for the greed in his heart, or it may be that his desire for him is already considered pathological, and it has already been deeply implanted in the bone marrow and Blood, so that at this moment, he was once again controlled by that dark thing.

He likes and enjoys that Ning An only relies on him alone, treating him like the whole world.

But no, if that's the case, what's the difference between him and Feng Ran?

The reason why he is different from Feng Ran, the reason why he hates Feng Ran is because he can always choose the most correct path at the most critical moment.

And Feng Ran was always controlled by the deformed body.

"Did you know?" Ning An said suddenly, his voice a little hoarse: "It's because I haven't shown this work to anyone that they have a chance to take advantage of it."

Then he raised his head, looked at him and said, "You are my family member, even if you testify for me, you..."

"Feng Yun, what's wrong with you?" Ning An stopped what he was doing, stood up, and covered his forehead with his cool palm in concern: "Are you too tired, your face is ugly."

"Ning An." Feng Yun opened his mouth.

"It's okay." Ning An comforted him in turn: "Don't worry too much, it will be fine."

He looked at the time, then kissed Feng Yun distressedly: "It's hard to get any results today, let's sleep first."

It might be because she was too tired, but Ning An fell asleep quickly, and there was no such thing as being unable to fall asleep.

But he slept very lightly, even when he was asleep, his brows were still slightly frowned.

Feng Yun got up quietly, picked up the PAD beside the bed, and entered a very private paid photo album.

He didn't turn on the light, and the fluorescent light from the electronic screen hit his face, which was as cold and hard as a knife, and his eyes were dark, like a cloud of black clouds.

From late November last year until recently, the photos in this album have hardly been broken.

None of them were related to Ning An.

Every piece of Ning An’s work progresses to every step. When Ning An fails, the shredded fabric is discarded, and the torn pieces of drawings are discarded. , everything is recorded in it.

There are also the way he is asleep, the way he is buried in his work, the way he is biting tools between his lips, his back, profile, and even the moment when he inadvertently raises his eyes...

He was obsessed with love, the corners of his eyes were red, his lips were red and his eyes were bewildered...

He has everything, he is obsessed with him, he is obsessed with the way he works hard, he is obsessed with the way he is soft and soft in front of him in life, he is obsessed with the way he is addicted to the happiness he gives...

Naturally, there are also drawings and finished products of this work. He uploaded the last finished picture in mid-July.

The photo upload time of the album cannot be changed, and it is decisive evidence.

Ning An listened to their recordings in Wang Rong's office. Time is everything. If Xiao Di and Zheng Wenze said that he only showed Ning An the blueprints in late July, then Ning An couldn't have done so in early June. Begin to gradually refine the drawing, and the finished product can be completed before then.

There is only one explanation, Zheng Wenze is lying.

Feng Yun's fingertips slid gently, looking at the photos from June to mid-July this year over and over again, his eyes became sharper and sharper.

He was in a trance, but Ning An suddenly leaned towards him.

Feng Yun was startled, he turned his head to look over, only to find that Ning An was not awake.

He had a painful expression on his face, his breathing was a little short, and his hands struggled and scratched a few times in the void.

Feng Yun hurriedly put down the pad, turned on the floor lamp, turned over and hugged Ning An in his arms, and patted his back lightly.

But Ning An still panted and opened his eyes.

There was sweat on his forehead, and his eyes were confused at first, Feng Yun called his name softly, it took him a while to react, and he leaned himself into his arms: "Feng Yun, I'm having a nightmare, dream When I fell into a deep pool, the waves would sweep me down."

Feng Yun wiped the sweat off his forehead, kissed him and hugged him.

When he calmed down, he got up again and poured him a glass of water. Ning An sat up and leaned against the head of the bed to drink slowly.

Feng Yun put the cup on the bedside table, and just about to go to bed again, Ning An had already got up. He knelt on the bed, hugged his waist, and buried his head in his chest.

He said, Feng Yun, I want you.

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Feng Yun lowered his head, stroked the sweaty hair on his forehead, and softly coaxed him: "You are too tired, go to bed first, I will hold you and not let go."

Ning An looked up at him, her face was pale and her eyes were dark.

Feng Yun looked down at him, and his breathing gradually became short of breath.

Ning An wanted to lower his head, but Feng Yun pinched his chin and raised his face.

"No need," he said.

Then leaned down and kissed him.

He held him in his arms, so tight that he began to feel a little safe, and sighed tremblingly in his arms.

He kissed him long and long.

Ning An whimpered, and rested her head on his neck, trembling slightly.

Feng Yun panted, but didn't move, he raised his face and kissed his lips.

"Does this feel safe?" He asked him softly.

Ning An nodded.

"Is it okay to be like this all the time?" He asked him again.

Ning An laid her head on his shoulders and neck again, tears wet his collarbone.

Feng Yun asked him to raise his head.

Tears converged on his pointed jaw and rubbed against Feng Yun's cheek.

"Crying again?" he said.

"Are you crying in the studio today?" He asked again: "Why are you crying? You never cried before, no matter how hard or painful you are."

Ning An raised his head to touch his lips, and said intermittently in a breathy voice: "Because you hurt me now."

No one was in pain before, no matter how hard and tired they were, they could only grit their teeth and run forward with blood and tears.

So what if you cry, tears are worthless for a child that no one cherishes.

But now someone is in pain, someone cares, and someone will wipe away his tears, so he dares to cry in front of him.

Only those who are loved are qualified to be vulnerable and to shed tears.

Feng Yun was stunned, his heart was twisted, twisted together with the knife hanging from the bottom of his heart, his blood was bloody in an instant, and the pain came unexpectedly.

Feng Yun suddenly remembered that a long time ago, Li Yuanshu once told him that he would stop being a model.

From then on, he wanted to spoil Ning An as a young master like Li Yuanshu, who could make choices freely.

But now, what is he doing?

He said, "Ning An, I have evidence."

Ning An finally didn't have to worry about having nightmares, he was so tired that he couldn't even lift his eyelids,

But Feng Yun kissed his forehead, called his name, and showed him the PAD.

Ning An worked hard for a long time before his eyes slowly focused, like ice water soaking into his pores, he shivered slightly in Feng Yun's arms.

There were nearly a thousand photos all about him. He flipped through them, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and he was speechless for a long time.

Feng Yun hugged him tightly, not daring to relax, he was in great pain, afraid that he would be disappointed, afraid that he would lose him.

"I'm sorry," he said in a hoarse voice, "am I still the one you can trust?"

Ning An lowered his eyelashes, and it took him a while to raise his head to kiss him.

He knew everything about Feng Yun, and he also knew the secret disease in Feng Yun's heart. Not long ago, he almost experienced the same pain, just a little bit, which was enough for him to be afraid.

But Feng Yun, no matter how painful and tangled the situation is, his final choice is always him.

Is there anything more precious than this?there is none left.

The person he loves always fights for him against those shady things in his heart, even if he is covered in bruises, he will fight for him again and again.

Ning An met his earnest gaze, and his eyes were red: "How could it not be worth it?"

Feng Yun pursed the corners of her lips, her eye sockets turned red in an instant, and then a faint smile appeared in those beautiful eyes.

"No matter how difficult it is, you are always thinking about me." Ning An raised his hand to caress his brows and eyes: "I may have forgotten to tell you one sentence, just like you said to put me first, here I am You are also the most important, more than anything else."

He covered his lips with his palm, as if begging for a kiss: "Don't worry, don't be afraid, I only belong to you, no matter what time it is, I will rely on you wholeheartedly and believe in you."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Yun kissed him again. Feng Yun's brows were slightly frowned, as if restraining something.

At this moment, those shady things that had been stubbornly lingering in his heart for many years finally fell apart.

He remembered what the counselor said, she said: "Love can destroy everything, but it can also heal everything."

And he, without a doubt, was healed.

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感谢在2019-12-1619:53:24~2019-12-1720:55:59期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!