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

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Feng Yun's face turned pale, he looked at Ning An and turned his head, and said to him: "Then I'll buy another pair, is that okay?"

Feng Yun didn't know what to say, the Ning An at this moment overlapped with the Ning An on the catwalk, cold and aloof, like a lonely traveler.

No one can get close, no one can be warm and warm.

An extreme ruthlessness rose from the bottom of his heart, wishing to dig open his heart and take a look at that heart...

How on earth can you be so ruthless?

Before he could react, he stepped forward and pinched Ning An's chin, lifting his face.

Ning An looked at him fearlessly, they breathed and heard each other, and their eyes met, Feng Yun paused every word: "I want you to pay."

What do you pay for?For a moment he couldn't tell.

I just feel that there is a place in the bottom of my heart, as if a piece has been gouged out alive, bloody and bloody, and the pain is unbearable.

They looked at each other, stubborn to each other, it was obviously fake, but it became real.

Ning An's eyes were covered with a thin layer of tears, and he said with difficulty: "I will compensate you, I said to buy a pair."

Feng Yun smiled, with a cold smile: "I want my original pair, Ning An, I can't change it, do you understand?"

Ning An's head hurts: "Then what if I really can't find it?"

Feng Yun rubbed the corner of his mouth with his thumb: "Then compensate me completely."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and went out, his back was even more straight and proud, as if invincible.

Ning An stood on the balcony in a daze, a ray of dim light came on downstairs, the figure bent over in the darkness, and bit by bit the bushes looked for the ring.

The cold wind was blowing on his body, icy cold, as if waking up from a dream, he grabbed his coat and ran downstairs.

They were silent, scraping away the dead leaves and the grass that was still green in winter, and using the flashlight of their mobile phones, they searched for the ring inch by inch.

Until the end, even the movements became mechanical, and when Ning An's face was stung by the late night wind, he finally saw a little light, and the light reflected into his eyes, making his eyes light up.

He picked it up with his fingertips, and was so excited that he almost cried, he shouted: "I found it, I found it."

Feng Yun slowly straightened up, looking at his smiling face under the dim streetlight.

Holding the ring, Ning An suddenly felt very heavy. For the first time, he felt the weight of this ring, it was no joke.

He walked towards him, and someone upstairs yelled, "It's late in the fucking night, why are you arguing?"

Ning An was frightened by that shout, he stopped, but Feng Yun, who was not moving before, started to move, he took a few steps to walk in front of him with his long legs.

He stretched out his hand to hold him in his arms and said, "Don't be afraid."

Ning An raised his head, and the dim light made a deep outline of his beautiful eyebrows and high nose bridge.

Their eyes met, under the ambiguous light, Feng Yun's embrace was extremely warm, blocking all the cold wind.

The smell of Feng Yun lingers in the nose, the faint citrus flavor is sweet and warm...

The heart beat faster involuntarily, and the atmosphere became vaguely ambiguous.

The phone rang in silence, Ning An took a step back, and he picked it up.

"Hello," said a girl's voice over there: "I'm the DRESSER today, and I found the ring."

Ning An's nose felt sore, he said, "Thank you."

Lost and found, Fang feels precious.

He walked towards Feng Yun, tried his best to hold back his tears, let himself be vulnerable for a rare time, and buried his head in Feng Yun's arms.

A pair of hands wrapped around his waist, and with a firm force, he was wrapped in his arms.

This small twists and turns walked through the valleys and peaks of emotions, and the true meaning in each other's hearts that they hadn't noticed was slowly washed out.

There seemed to be some subtle changes in their relationship. The ring was no longer just an ordinary ring, and the simple and direct tit-for-tat between them was no longer the original one.

Ning An raised his head to take a look at Feng Yun, just as Feng Yun lowered his head and looked down at him, their lips brushed against each other unintentionally in the night.