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

Ning An entered the dressing room, and because he was in a hurry, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The backstage was busy and chaotic that he was familiar with, and because of this familiarity, he had a little sense of security.

A boy at the dressing table next door was putting on his makeup. When he heard the movement, he turned his head and looked at him with a smile: "Brother Ning."

Ning An didn't have the memory of the original body, so he could only tell that the boy was a model for the show just like him.

He returned a smile, neither too alienated nor too enthusiastic, and asked tentatively, "Where are your clothes today?"

The boy pointed casually, and among the piles of clothes hangers, there was a model name tag hanging in front of a row of clothes: Tian Xiaoci.

Ning An smiled and turned her head: "It suits you very well."

He is no stranger to the name Tian Xiaoci, and the chat records in social software show that they have a very close relationship.

There is also a lot of cooperation with each other.

Tian Xiaoci laughed again, this is a boy who loves to laugh.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly when he was not smiling, and when he smiled, his whole body revealed a sweetness, which made people want to curl up their lips along with him.

After his makeup was finished, he lowered his head with a smile, and cast his gaze on a ring on the little finger of his left hand.

At that moment, Ning An saw an ambiguous trace behind his ear.

He was startled, but finally he pursed his lips and turned his head in cooperation with the make-up artist's hand.

A face was reflected in the mirror. The skin was as fine as porcelain, white and delicate, the eyebrows and eyes were delicate and indifferent, and even the lip color was light...

It was a very delicate face, young and attractive, but the temperament was too cold.

Ning watched quietly, a little dazed.

This face is different from Ning An in reality, but the cold demeanor is the same.

Ning An originally had a very happy family, father, mother, and younger sister!

Her mother is a violinist, she is a real beauty, although her temperament is cold, her temperament is extremely gentle.

It is said that the boy Xiao's mother, Ning An is like a mother, not only in appearance, but also in temperament.

His father is an executive of a foreign company with a gentle and generous personality, and he loves his wife and children very much.

And Ning Ke is like her father, with a very cheerful and lively temperament, and she is the happy fruit of the whole family.

It was supposed to be a carefree life, and all the choices were supported and understood by the family, but overnight...

A feeling of sourness welled up in his heart, he hastily lowered his eyes, covered the expression in them, and silently waited for the heat around his eyes to recede.

There was a sense of tension on the scalp, and the stylist was concentrating on his hair.

His hair was a little long and dyed light blonde, which was too flamboyant.

Fortunately, he has a good foundation, fair skin, and can hold on.

Now the eyes are cold and clear, and the noisy golden color is set off with a sense of aloofness.

The colorful clips are fixed on the hair, and the smooth forehead is exposed, making a face more delicate and delicate.

Now is autumn, the most intensive time for brand conferences, and it is also one of the two busiest time periods for models in a year.

His work is undoubtedly arranged densely.

He sneaked out while Ning Shiqu was going to school. He had already accepted the job, so he had to come.

The living space of models is very small. Not only is the competition fierce, the metabolism is extremely fast, but the living environment is not relaxed.

Newcomers are constantly pouring in, and no one in this seemingly flashy circle is irreplaceable.

Especially for small models like them, if they don't take good care of their wings, they will easily lose their jobs in the future.

Without a job, there is no source of income, and life is difficult.

So no matter how sharp the conflict with his family is, he can't take this job seriously.

Suddenly, Tian Xiaoci's pleasant voice sounded again, and he greeted with a smile: "Brother Yu."

Ning An raised his eyes and looked sideways, a tall, thin, flamboyant and unscrupulous boy walked in.

He looked at Ning An, raised his eyebrows, and was a little dissatisfied: "Why didn't you come to the rehearsal yesterday?"

This should be Tan Wenyu, Ning An thought.

Most of Ning An's work was received through Tan Wenyu. He apologized, "I'm sorry, I was locked up by my dad yesterday."

Tan Wenyu frowned, and didn't say anything reproachful: "Don't do this next time, the show director made a big fuss yesterday, if it wasn't for the lack of time, he might have to change people temporarily, if he really changed people, in the future You are not easy to mix in this circle."

Ning An nodded and thanked Tan Wenyu.

There are more and more people in the background, and everyone seizes the rare few minutes of free time to gather together in small groups to chat and laugh.

The staff is busy arranging and checking the clothes they are responsible for, and coordinating common accessories with other staff to avoid collisions and omissions.

There are also designers who are holding tools and making temporary changes...

It is a common phenomenon in this circle that there are few male models and many female models, and the yin is prosperous and the yang is weak. There are only six or seven male models in the audience, and the rest are female models.

Everyone seemed to be familiar with each other, greeting each other, joking, and the atmosphere was very lively.

Ning An, Qin Wenyu, and Tian Xiaoci got together and chatted quietly.

Tian Xiaoci suddenly asked: "Brother Yu, I heard that Li Yuanshu is coming, is it true?"

Tan Wenyu nodded: "It's true, he didn't come before, I don't know why he changed his mind."

Tian Xiaoci raised his eyebrows, and said mockingly, "Isn't his eyes higher than the top? Such a little show, why did he suddenly fall into his eyes?"

Tan Wenyu patted his head: "Don't worry about what you shouldn't care about."

Tian Xiaoci was only 19 years old, and he was still a little childish. He wrinkled his nose, turned his head and stopped talking.

Ning An saw the marks behind his ears again.

He hesitated for a moment, stretched out a slender finger, tapped the suspicious red mark with his fingertip, and smiled casually: "It seems to be bitten by a mosquito, let the makeup artist cover it for you."

Tian Xiaoci was stunned for a moment, a slight blush floated on his cheeks, but his smile became more apparent: "Okay."

He turned to leave, but the smile slowly dissipated after turning around.

The snow-white teeth bit the ruddy lips, and the pretty peach blossom eyes were stained with a thin layer of anger, but then turned into a shallow helplessness and sadness.

In the end, those emotions were extinguished extremely quickly, turning into a thin layer of ashes, floating in the eyes.

It made his bright face darken.

His emotions changed a lot and quickly, and he didn't pay too much attention to Ning An.

But Tan Wenyu was not the case, he looked at Ning An calmly, his Zhang Yang's eyebrows and eyes became darker.

Ning An was uncomfortable being looked at by him, and he averted his eyes. He knew that what he said was wrong, so he stopped talking.

But Tan Wenyu didn't seem to intend to let him go, he called out, "An'an?"

Ning An turned to look at him, pursing her lips.

Tan Wenyu smiled, stretched out a finger, pressed the white and tender skin behind Ning An's ear, and said with a half smile, "You were bitten by a mosquito here too."

Ning An looked at him, remained silent for a while, and finally responded: "Don't make trouble."

Tan Wenyu raised his eyebrows, his eyes were sharp: "You're a little weird today."

Ning An reacted super fast because of a guilty conscience, with repulsion: "What's so strange?"

Tan Wenyu pursed her lips, and thought for a while with doubts: "I can't say what is strange, but it seems that everything is strange."

Ning An snorted and said, "Nonsense!"

Tan Wenyu looked at Ning An inquisitively. If Ning An saw the trace behind Tian Xiaoci's ear on weekdays, he would never let him go easily.

Although he is not bad, a few teasing and mean words are indispensable.

What's more, he might not tell Tian Xiaoci, but when he watched Tian Xiaoci being scolded by the staff, he rolled his eyes with a smile.

Ning An is a little utilitarian and impetuous, and also a little jealous.

Normally speaking, such soft kindness is not possessed by him.

Not to mention the cool and calm demeanor he exudes from his whole body today, which he has never seen before.

However, the face was still that face, it was indeed Ning An, it couldn't be wrong.

But it seems that there is only that face again, except for that face, everything seems to be different.

It felt very mysterious, and he couldn't sort it out for a while, so he didn't say any more.

The flow of people began to move, and the lights on the stage changed colors, and gradually penetrated, like the temptation of a fairyland.

All the models and staff in the backstage also took their positions and got busy.

Ning An raised his head slightly, pulled out his slender neck line, and cooperated with Dresser to fasten the black leather collar for him.

The designer distanced himself a little and looked him up and down.

His demeanor was cold, the collar was both seductive and exuded an abstinence atmosphere, and the zircon studs on his ears shone a little bit of light due to the light.

The shirt has two slender crescent holes on the waist, exposing the slender white waist, the black trousers wrap the slender legs, the sides of the pointed shoes are covered with rivets, and the toes are shiny...

It's too cold, and it doesn't seem to be the same as the initial trial.

The designer frowned slightly, and temporarily wrapped a tassel pearl waist chain the size of a rice grain around his waist, a little brilliance hanging from the hem of the shirt.

At this moment, the first batch of models to go on stage had already gone out, among them were Tan Wenyu and what they called Li Yuanshu.

Li Yuanshu arrived late and was almost stuck on time. After putting on his makeup, he went straight to the catwalk. Ning An only had time to see his profile and back.

He only felt that the other party's aura was very strong, his chin was slightly raised, and there was a bit of arrogance in his bones.

These sensations come and go quickly, like a puff of smoke.

Once the show starts, the whole rhythm will be very fast, and there is no room for people to be distracted and think about other things.

The stage under the lights is like a fairyland.

The models on the stage have perfect figures, outstanding temperament, and impeccable manners.

Wearing beautiful clothes, they walked on the stage confidently and flamboyantly, looking glamorous and enviable.

It seems that they are born so calm and confident, so perfect and effortless.

But in fact, the background is a mess accompanied by busyness, anxiety and even embarrassment.

Designers, staff, and models hardly had any downtime.

From the front of the stage to the back of the stage, I will immediately start to change into a new set of clothes, accessories, shoes... and then go on stage again.

Some models even started to take off their clothes as soon as they entered the backstage while walking to their own area...

For a 10-minute show, the preparatory work will take several months. Many people, no less than a thousand hours of hard work and preparation, can have a perfect show in the eyes of the audience.

Everyone is nervous, and no one dares to be careless.

Several months, more than 1000 hours, all of which must be displayed by these two 10-minute high-intensity work.

These two 10 minutes carry too much, too heavy.

The relaxation on the surface is all created by the tension and prudence behind it!

The hustle and bustle of the backstage formed a strong contrast with the excited, anticipating and relaxed atmosphere of the audience at the front stage.

The separation between a runway is only the front and back of the stage, but it separates two completely different worlds.

The expression on Feng Yun's face was very calm, and he heard Chu Yayan talking happily in his ear.

She leaned halfway beside him, and said with a leisurely smile: "Although this is a small brand, their designs can always give people a refreshing feeling. I heard from my father that even Wang Rong is very fond of them. I think It is not easy to get the approval of Designer Wang."

She is beautiful, with a lively and pretty smile, making it impossible for people to get bored with her even the slightest bit.

She also understood her charm very well, and continued with a smile: "So Chu He is seriously considering buying this brand. I think it's a good proposal. What do you think?"

Feng Yun's smile was light and distant, and it didn't faint into his eyes.

He is very good-looking, and there is even a touch of color between his eyebrows and eyes, which is very attractive.

So at the moment, a young actor sitting next to him was so hooked that he couldn't even concentrate on watching the show, and kept looking at him from the corner of his eyes.

His thin lips were healthy and rosy, and looked soft, but the corners of his lips were slightly raised, with a cynical sharpness.

His voice is a little deep and very magnetic. Even if the words he speaks are not pleasant, they are still pleasing to the ear. It is very enjoyable for the ears. I can't help chasing after his final sound: "What does that have to do with me?"

Chu Yayan shrugged helplessly, she was very cute.

The models had already stepped onto the stage one after another. She straightened her sitting posture and looked at the stage with a smile.

When Li Yuanshu appeared on the stage, her smile was particularly bright, and she whispered a few words in Feng Yun's ear.

The corners of Feng Yun's lips curled slightly, but he didn't respond.

Ning An walked through the long runway to the front, stopped, turned sideways, and showed the design of the clothes to the audience in all directions.

The light shone on her body, and the white skin exposed from the crescent hole was almost transparent, and the waistline was hidden under the cover of the fabric, which was very attractive.

Some people were admiring, some people were taking pictures, but Ning An had already turned back, his back was slender and straight, confident and calm.

He walked on the stage with a natural atmosphere and almost no expression on his face, but his eyes were powerful, confident and firm.

The zircon earrings change with the light as they move around, emitting sporadic streamers of light, which is a bit noble in the cold.

However, the soft luster of the pearl chain around the waist dilutes the coldness, catches people but is just right so as not to overwhelm the host.

Everything he does is serving the clothes and accessories on his body.

Feng Yun looked at it expressionlessly, Chu Yayan touched his arm: "Hey, this is not bad, except for Senior Yuan Shu, he is the best performer."

Feng Yun smiled faintly, and finally spoke, he said: "Li Yuanshu lost."