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

Feng Yun was driving the car, and out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Ning An's smiling side face.

His hair was black and soft, his cheeks were jade-like, a kind of cold white, against which his smiling lips were soft and tender.

He looked away and didn't rush him.

"I would like to see if your luck will be so good this time?"

Li Yuanshu's words rang in his ears again.

Ning An smiled: "I just think that sometimes I'm quite lucky."

"How to say?" Feng Yun raised his eyebrows and asked casually.

Ning An thought for a while: "Look, I met you, met the show I longed for, and..."

"What else?" Feng Yun showed a faint smile, so in his heart, he can be considered one of the lucky ones?

It was a strange feeling, but it was undeniable that this knowledge made him feel a little happy.

What's more, maybe you will meet Wang Rong.

Ning An only thought about it for a while. He didn't dare to have too much hope for uncertain things, so he shook his head with a smile: "Secret."

"Tsk." Feng Yun snorted with a chuckle.

Like a parent who watches a kid do tricks, with a little pampering.

He sent Ning An home, and went to drink by himself.

The energy required to manage a wine is far more than imagined, and it is also much more difficult.

In addition to the formal management and operation, the three teachings and nine streams, all walks of life, government departments...

Everything has to be taken care of.

Not to mention that in this industry, most of the powerful competitors have extraordinary backgrounds.

To balance the interests and relationships of all parties, to make a wine run smoothly and peacefully, and to earn enough money, the effort required is beyond the comprehension and experience of ordinary people.

So no matter how busy he is, he will go there at night.

In addition to handling official business and adjusting operations, he also had to deal with some things that could not be brought to light.

At around five o'clock in the afternoon, when it was just getting dark, Feng Yun returned home with a few hairy crabs.

Ning An's bookshelf has already been installed and placed in the corner he originally intended.

It was a corner cabinet. The cabinet wall was attached to two walls in an angled shape, without taking up space, and it extended to the window sill where he put his desk.

On the top floor is a pot of luxuriant green radish, and the vines are hanging down, full of greenery.

The books in the middle are stacked neatly, and the bottom layer contains some scattered tools such as scissors, meter ruler, and bead needles.

Ning An was sitting at the desk, concentrating on the laptop.

Seeing him come back, it is unavoidable to be a little surprised: "Why did this point come back?"

Feng Yun raised his hand: "Someone gave a basket of crabs, and after dividing up, there are still a few left. Bring them back for dinner."

Although the crabs were tied with straw ropes, Ning An shrank back: "I dare not do this."

Feng Yun picked up the crabs and punched him in the face in a tricky way: "Usually, you're not afraid of anything, but a few crabs scare you?"

Ning An was really scared, his face turned pale in an instant, he dared to eat the cooked ones, but he dared not even touch the alive ones.

Seeing that he was really scared, Feng Yun took the crab back and grinned: "I'll do it."

He was quick with his hands and feet, steamed the crab roe in a pot, mixed the ginger vinegar dipping sauce, and took the time to fry two quick-hand dishes and boiled a millet porridge.

The dining table is well arranged, red and green alternately, and the hot steam emits an attractive fragrance, which is a long-lost warmth.

After finishing her work, Feng Yun took off her apron, stood at Ning'an's door and knocked on the door.

Ning An was still busy with his laptop, he didn't move much, as if he was in deep thought.

Standing at the door, Feng Yun could see layer upon layer on the screen, all of which were enlarged pictures and details of jewelry.

Ning An turned to look at him, rubbed his eyes: "I won't eat dinner."

Feng Yun would go to the game company during the day, and drink at night. One day, he wished he could break it up and smash it into pieces for two days. Usually, he basically didn't have time to come back for dinner.

When he first heard that Ning An didn't eat dinner, he couldn't help being stunned.

This man only eats two bites for lunch, like a cat, and doesn't eat dinner. How did he survive?

He stood silently at the door waiting for him. Seeing that he was not moving at all, he walked in directly, and pulled him up from the chair without any explanation: "Take as many as two bites, and it will be over if the stomach is broken."

Ning An was dragged and pressed by him in front of the dining table.

The food on the table is neatly arranged, not rich, but it has a taste of home.

He was a little surprised: "You made so much in such a short time, it's amazing. I thought people like you couldn't cook."

Feng Yun smiled: "In the past, when my grandma was still alive, I would cook it for her elderly. Later, when I lived alone, I would cook it occasionally. As I got older, I learned it."

He lowered his eyes and carefully shelled the crab.

The thick eyelashes covered the eyes, and the warm light hit the face, giving off a different kind of tenderness and focus.

Ning An looked at him in a daze, he rarely saw an expression related to tenderness on Feng Yun's face.

He is a bit cold, with a sunny smile, and he is always a little careless on weekdays, as if he doesn't care about anyone.

Although he was considered easy-going most of the time, he had never been this gentle. Ning An couldn't help saying: "Then you must love her very much."

Feng Yun smiled and raised his eyes: "I love her very much. When she is here, my life is heaven."

After he said this, he didn't say any more. Instead, he handed the peeled crab to Ning'an's dinner plate, and said in an irresistible tone: "Eat."

"I have a big show recently, so I have to keep fit." Ning An said.

Feng Yun was a little puzzled: "How much meat do you think you can grow from eating a crab?"

Ning An dipped the white crab meat into the sauce, put it in his mouth, and licked his lips: "It's just a matter of attitude, you don't know, I've seen my colleagues eat only one biscuit and one jujube a day in order to keep fit of."

Feng Yun frowned: "So, what are you planning?"

What are you drawing?If there is meaning, it is really too difficult to say what to draw.

Modeling is really difficult, not to mention not eating well and sleeping well, but also maintaining high-intensity training.

No matter how perfect you are, Party A can let you go at any time, the designer can be replaced at any time, and the income is ridiculously low. It has the reputation of "migrant workers in the fashion industry".

And it's an industry that a lot of people have a lot of prejudice against.

What are you drawing?He doesn't know about others, but he himself, because of his extreme longing for beauty, embarked on this road regardless of his own safety.

At first, because he longed for beauty, but later he longed to create beauty, so on this road, he turned to another road.

But these words were too high-sounding, Ning An didn't want to say them, and felt that there was no need to tell others.

He finished eating the crab roe quietly. The meat of the hairy crab is tender and full of oil. Not only is it sticky and glutinous, but the meat is also slightly sweet.

"Recently, I may be busy. I leave early and return late. Sometimes I don't come back to stay at night. Don't worry about me."

In this relationship, he doesn't need to report to Feng Yun, but as a roommate, he should say hello to him.

"Is it the jewelry show curated by Tian Pin?" Feng Yun thought of the jewelry on his laptop and guessed.

"Well," Ning An nodded and stood up: "I still have a lot of homework to do, take your time."

Feng Yun looked at the untouched porridge in front of him, and nodded.

Ning An spent the whole night carefully studying the social networking sites and past works of most of the designers participating in the exhibition.

Feng Yun drove back to the wine directly after eating, and it was already midnight when he came back, and the lights in Ning An's room were still on.

He didn't bother him, took a shower and went back to his room to continue working.

Their game development has encountered a difficulty. Recently, they have a direction to overcome, and everyone is full of energy.

A house, two bedrooms, two people are fighting for their dreams.

This night, it is no longer a single lamp that stays bright, but two lamps that shine and warm each other.

Early in the morning, when Feng Yun woke up, Ning An had already left, his room was open and tidy.

The sun shone on the neatly folded quilts, and there were shallow pressure marks on the dark brown sheets.

Feng Yun walked in involuntarily, and saw a stack of A4 papers neatly stacked on the desk, pressed by a crayon Shinchan ornament.

He curiously picked it up and flipped through it. It was a set of accessories and clothing matching diagrams. The lines outlined were simple and rough, but looking at the sets, there was nothing new.

By accident, Feng Yun took a picture of these chaotic sketches with his mobile phone.

There are several books on the shelf, all about fashion design.

For example: "Fashion Design Elements: Research and Design", "Fashion Drawing Techniques", "Fashion Design Elements: Fashion Painting", and even "Clothing Cutting and Sewing"...

Feng Yun took out one of the books, flipped through it for a while, and when he raised his eyes, he pressed them back calmly.

Ning An took a taxi to Hongcheng early in the morning, the waiting hall was full of people, he scanned around, he knew many people, but very few knew him.

These are the models of the big shows, but here, they are still lambs waiting to be selected.

No matter how brilliant a show you have gone through, the designer can bring you back to your original shape if you feel wrong.

But I feel that this thing is too subjective, too illusory, and too casual.

That's why Ning An spent a lot of time researching each designer's personal preferences, design concepts, and design styles.

This is of great help to correctly express the designer's work.

He found a place to sit down, and not long after, Tan Wenyu and Tian Xiaoci also arrived.

Tan Wenyu glanced at it: "I guess there will be some waiting today."

"Then wait." Tian Xiaoci sat down next to Ning An: "Isn't this business just two words of waiting and being tired?"

Tan Wenyu rubbed his hair: "Hey, boy, cheer me up and do my homework again during this meeting. Someone will be dismissed during the makeup trial stage. I hope none of us will be among them."