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

Ning An smiled back at him, neither humble nor overbearing: "Probably it will still be very good, otherwise we can't directly enter the second side."

Tan Wenyu couldn't help but laugh: "An'an, when did you have better luck? Hahaha..."

Li Yuanshu looked at him, his eyes were as cold as knives, which made Tan Wenyu's heart feel cold.

Ning An lowered his head, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled.

Ning An's smile hurt Li Yuanshu.

There was actually only one thing Li Yuanshu wanted to say, and he said it out of his heart: "I want you to know that as long as I'm sure of it, I won't let it go easily."

He kind of hated Feng Yun, hated those soft knives he threw at him, which made him almost vomit blood.

But the thing is so strange, when a little bit of hatred meets love, it is like adding fuel to a fire, but it makes that love even more fanatical, fierce, and difficult to control.

He knew the truth about their marriage, and he also knew that he had no reason to hate Ning An.

But thinking that he and him face each other day and night under the same roof, using the same bathroom, and the same dining table, he is so jealous that he goes crazy.

He likes the faint scent of perfume on Feng Yun's body. The fresh citrus scent is mixed with the smell of grass after the rain, which is addictive.

But now, Ning An is the only one who smells that smell every day.

He had to admit that he was jealous and also afraid.

He is afraid, afraid of these two people, one is sunny and handsome, the other is cold and refined, he is afraid that they will fall in love for a long time.

This fear spread in the bottom of his heart, so that he dared not speak out.

If you don't say it, everything is just wishful thinking, but if you say it, it seems that it will come true.

This made him unhappy at all, and he knew since he was a child that things that make him unhappy should be kept away.

In the past, he could always do it. After all, the world is so big and there are so many things that can make him happy, why bother himself?

But this time he couldn't, he couldn't walk, his legs and heart were filled with lead, he couldn't walk and didn't want to.

"Actually, you are very clear that it is meaningless to tell me these things, right?" Ning An organized his words: "In the final analysis, this is a matter between you. In fact, I don't even have the right to interfere. So, let's talk about it." Therefore, in the future, we will not talk about this issue again.”

What he said was so calm, it was a thoughtful language.

Li Yuanshu could feel the peace in his heart, which was something he had lost, which made him envious.

"What kind of charades are you guys playing?" Tan Wenyu looked at Li Yuanshu's back: "Young Master Li has fallen in love with you? So he did those things just to get your attention?"

He acted like a domineering president, and raised Ning An's small chin: "Very good, you have successfully caught my attention!"

Ning An's slightly gloomy mood was wiped out by him: "Did He Yi take on some stupid idol drama recently? Did you help him read the script?"

Tan Wenyu clicked his tongue: "That is to say, I can't act for him. If I can act for him, it has to be my business."

Several people laughed, and Tian Xiaoci was sincerely envious: "You two have such a good relationship."

It was late at night when Ning An returned home, the door of Feng Yun's room was closed, he lightly put down his things, and went to the bathroom to take a bath.

The water in the bathtub is slightly hot, and it is very relaxing to soak in it.

He closed his eyes wearily, but his thoughts were active and uncontrollable.

If it is Wang Rong's clothing, how should it be matched with those accessories?

Will he go?

……

Habitually wearing a large T-shirt, he wiped his wet hair and walked out. After a hot bath, his whole body was so limp that he could hardly move his feet.

Feng Yun's door opened, and he was stunned when he saw him: "You're back?"

Ning An stopped wiping her wet hair: "Did it wake you up?"

"No." Feng Yun wore loose home clothes with a very casual look: "I'm going to the kitchen to get something to drink, do you want it?"

Ning An shook his head: "No, thank you."

The transparent water drops were thrown off as he shook his head, staining his cheeks and neck, leaving a little white water mark, and his black hair was wet, making him look a little childish.

Like an elf emerging from the water, she is pure and innocent, but she doesn't know it.

Feng Yun looked at him.

He was wiping his wet hair with his head slightly down.

The slender neck bends gracefully, and a pair of thin, white and straight legs protrude from under the wide white T, like an elegant crane.

There is a little powder in the white skin steamed by hot water, and even the small toes are pink and tender.

Feng Yun looked away, entered the room, and came out after a while with a hair dryer.

Ning An was already squatting on the ground looking at a huge cardboard package, and it was his bookshelf.

Feng Yun threw the hair dryer in front of him: "Blow it?"

Ning An stood up while stretching out his hand: "Thank you."

Probably because he hadn't eaten dinner and had been busy all night, before he could stand upright, his eyes darkened for a while, he staggered and almost fell down.

Supporting him with one hand, Ning An relied on the support of that hand, closed his eyes, and waited for the dizziness to pass.

"Are you okay?" Feng Yun asked, took a step forward, and supported his waist with the hand holding the hair dryer.

The dizziness passed quickly, Ning An shook his head, and took a step back: "It's okay, I woke up a little too quickly."

The moist and soft skin was released from the palm, Feng Yun sent the hair dryer forward again, Ning An took it over: "Thank you."

He pursed his lips and smiled, and added: "Actually, if you don't show your face, you are still a pretty good person."

After soaking in the hot water, his eyelashes were moist, his eyes were soft, his lips were rosy, and his smile brought a gentleness that he didn't usually have.

Feng Yun looked at him, his expression unchanged, but his tone was very weak: "If you are sick, no one will make breakfast for me, otherwise I won't bother to care about you."

Ning An laughed, not minding his awkwardness at all: "The breakfast I made wasn't that delicious either."

Feng Yun didn't answer, went to the kitchen and poured out a glass of lemonade.

Ning An had finished researching his courier, and went back to the bedroom with the hairdryer. The door was half closed, and he poked his head out again: "I saw Li Yuanshu today."

He wasn't smiling this time, his wet hair stuck to his forehead, which made him look different than before.

Now he is like a prince who broke through the ice from the frozen lake again, so cold that it makes people daunting.

Feng Yun's throat tightened, and he said slowly: "Are you going to sue again?"

"Have I filed a complaint?" Ning An's eyes widened for a moment, and he thought about it for a while: "Did I file a complaint last time?"

"Otherwise?" Feng Yun asked after drinking his saliva.

He was also surprised, what is it called if it is not a complaint?

Ning An rested his head on the door frame and thought about it seriously: "I just think that I should not be involved in the matter between you, so I hope you can solve it."

"I have nothing to do with him." Feng Yun crossed his legs and leaned into the sofa: "But I can help you solve the matter caused by me. When the case is presented, I will approve it for you."

"Master's lesson," Ning An smiled, "Cao Min has nothing to sue this time."

"Then why are you mentioning him?" Feng Yun was a little dissatisfied.

"He declared war on me and said he would never let you go. I think I should tell you that he..."

He wanted to say that he was fine, but he didn't say it after thinking about it. There is no good or bad in emotional matters, and he shouldn't intervene in other people's affairs.

"What do you say?" Feng Yun narrowed his eyes and looked at him with a dangerous expression.

"Of course it's the same as you." Ning An hurriedly explained: "Tell him, this is a problem between you and has nothing to do with me. Let him find you to solve it."

The water glass made a crisp sound when it was placed on the table, as if it was knocking on Ning An's heart, for some reason, Feng Yun became unhappy.

After all, Ning An quickly corrected his attitude and said in a doggy manner, "That's not enough, then next time I wish you a happy marriage for a hundred years?"

"Speak less." Feng Yun said coldly, "People talk a lot more stupidly."

Ning An was also furious, and closed the door with a bang, keeping Feng Yun's words out of the door.

But the door was knocked again, Ning An ignored it and sat there angrily blowing his hair.

After the knocking on the door stopped, he turned off the hairdryer and opened the door a crack. Feng Yun stood outside the door: "Are you free tomorrow?"

"What's the matter?" At this moment, he only showed half of his face, and looked at him with one dark eye.

"Tomorrow Wednesday," Feng Yun said, "I'll go to see my mother, if you have time, come along."

Ning An opened the door a little: "Okay, I don't think I have any other plans for tomorrow, but I talk too much stupidly, and I'm afraid of annoying people."

"Tsk," Feng Yun turned his head away, but finally he didn't suppress the smile on his lips: "You really hold grudges."

It was the first time for Ning An to go to Feng Ran's place.

He was dressed conservatively, with a black silk shirt, a beige V-neck sweater, and a chain hanging around his neck. The red pendant hung in the neck and was embellished in the black collar.

Wearing a camel coat, bangs combed down, looking like a college student in school, youthful and tall.

Less cold, more soft.

The atmosphere in the car was very quiet, the sun was shining in and warm, Ning An lowered his head to check Wang Rong's past show, the sun hit his face, his skin was almost white and transparent.

"If you're uncomfortable, we can leave early." Feng Yun said lightly.

Ning An shook his head: "It's fine with me. It's hard to go there once. It's okay to have dinner with the old man before leaving. I'll try to talk as little as possible."

He was still angry at what he said yesterday, Feng Yun snorted lightly.

Then he said solemnly: "My mother brought me up alone, it was not easy."

Ning An listened quietly, he thought that Feng Yun probably wanted to say that his mother is not easy, if there is anything, let him take more care of it.

Unexpectedly, Feng Yun said: "But you can't listen to her everything, some things, she said, just listen to it, don't take it seriously."

Ning An responded softly, Feng Yun's tone was very flat, speaking eloquently, but suppressing some emotions.

There was chicken soup boiling in the kitchen, and as soon as he entered the door, he could smell the hot aroma, which permeated from his nose to the bottom of his heart, making Ning An feel very cordial.

He remembered that when he was a child, his mother would make chicken soup for him every time he caught a cold.

A pot of old soup is slowly rolling, and finally skim off the slick oil, drink a bowl of hot water, sweat and have a good sleep, and when you wake up, you will be alive again.

At that moment, he looked at Feng Ran with a long-lost sense of dependence and intimacy.

Mrs. Hu set out a fruit plate, brought out tea, and invited them to sit down in the living room.

Apart from the initial greetings, Ning An sat next to Feng Yun and listened to them quietly.

Feng Ran was very satisfied with Ning An's well-behaved appearance, and told him some interesting stories about her and Sun Lanxin when they were young.

He knew very little about Sun Lanxin's affairs, so he listened very carefully. Feng Ran was very pleased with his enthusiastic appearance.

In the middle, Feng Yun took Ning An to the balcony to see the flowers and plants raised by his mother. In early winter, the balcony was still green.

On the wooden flower stand, the flowerpots are arranged layer by layer, most of which are orchids, and some flowers and leaves are still dripping water, crystal clear like dew, it should be watered just before.

Ning An asked Feng Yun curiously: "Isn't it difficult to raise orchids? I remember my mother raised them a few times when I was young, but every time they couldn't raise them well."

Feng Yun knew about the situation of Ning's family, so he thought he was talking about Sun Lanxin: "Growing flowers requires care and patience. Your mother probably doesn't have that much free time."

Ning An remembered that her mother Wu Quyun couldn't even raise a cactus, so she couldn't help laughing: "No, she doesn't have that talent?"

He remembered that one year, his mother killed a pot of cactus, and when his father came back, she complained to his father full of grievances.

It seemed that the cactus bullied her, rather than her raising it to death.

Because of those memories, he smiled very gently, and looked at those green flowers and leaves with gentle and warm eyes.

Feng Yun looked at him, his heart skipped a few times, this smile was so warm, he had never seen it before, as if it could melt ice and snow.

He was looking at the flowers, and he was looking at him, and then he couldn't help laughing when he looked at it.

Feng Yun looks very good, with a slight smile, he is very sunny, like a reliable big boy who can be trusted wholeheartedly.

He is valiant and energetic, very charming.

Especially now there is a little tenderness, like a ginkgo tree under the warm sun, tall and gentle.

Ning An looked at him after watching the flowers, and felt that he was much more beautiful, brighter, and vigorous than those flowers.

For a moment, the two looked at each other, the sun dappled on each other's cheeks, and the eyelashes seemed to be covered with a hazy halo.

Ning An's eyes blinked lightly, and the long and thick eyelashes were dyed a broken gold by the sun. It seemed that the eyelashes had their own halo, and as the eyes blinked, they poured the golden broken light around, romantic Suffocating.

It was enchanting magic, and it kindled a fire in the bottom of the heart.