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

After being extremely busy, Ning An had two days of free time to rest.

He took the time to go to the second-hand market to buy an old-fashioned sewing machine and two mannequins.

After that, I went to a specialized tool store to buy fabric scissors, yarn scissors, chalk, and various rulers, plate-making paper, cork boards and other basic clothing tools.

Putting these things in one by one, the originally spacious room was filled to the brim in an instant.

After everything was properly arranged, he layered and draped several pieces of fabric of different colors on the mannequin, and while holding the scissors, he cut it and fixed it along the outline of the mannequin with a bead needle. As if by magic, the prototype of a piece of clothing slowly unfolded in front of him. Under the dexterous fingertips.

Time flies so fast when you are fully engaged.

Unknowingly, the setting sun has fainted a smear of residual red by the window, and then that smear of residual red struggled and twisted and was torn and swallowed by the darkness bit by bit.

Twilight gathered from all directions.

Ning An was tired all day, and his eyes were a little tired.

He moved his stiff neck, stepped back a little, and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the prototype of his work.

His eyes gradually became heavy, he squeezed the space between his brows, and slowly leaned towards the head of the bed, wanting to rest for a while and fight again, but he didn't want to fall into a dark dream in an instant.

That night Feng Yun got off work very late, the house was pitch dark, he lightly turned on the wall lamp, in the dim light, he saw that Ning An's room door was half closed.

He changed his shoes, put down his things and walked slowly, there were two people standing by the window in the dark room.

Feng Yun was a little puzzled, he called softly twice: "Ning An?"

No reply.

The two figures standing by the window didn't move, they looked at him strangely, and Feng Yun couldn't help feeling a chill in his heart.

Who are these people?why here?What about Ning An?Is something wrong?

His heart was beating wildly, his whole body was tense, like a leopard fully on alert, he touched the light in Ning'an's room with his hand.

The lights were brightly lit, and the two avatars were unreservedly displayed in front of Feng Yun.

He was stunned at first, then slowly relaxed, until he saw Ning An who was sleeping in all his clothes, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

After he really let go, he felt the fear that made his scalp tingle just now.

He thought something happened to Ning An.

The bright light hit his face, and Ning An closed his eyes tightly as if avoiding it.

He lazily turned over and muttered: "Mom, I'm so tired, I'll sleep a little longer."

Feng Yun looked at him amusedly, and suddenly found that he was still holding a pair of scissors.

The blades of the professional fabric scissors were much longer than normal scissors, and they were very sharp. The scissors were slightly apart, and the peaks were facing his thighs.

Feng Yun walked over lightly, frowned, loosened his fingers one by one, and took off the dangerous pair of scissors.

Are you too tired?I was so tired that I fell asleep holding the scissors.

If he hadn't come to take a look, this person might have been cut open somewhere by the scissors.

Feng Yun's eyelashes drooped, looking at Ning An's fair face, he reached out to brush his bangs.

The fluffy bangs were brushed up, revealing a smooth forehead, like a piece of beautiful jade, shining a little under the light.

He was still wearing clothes and shoes, and he didn't look like he was going to rest.

A black cashmere vest was worn over the flamboyant burgundy shirt, and the sleeves of the shirt were rolled up to the elbows.

The clothes at the waist were rubbed up, revealing a little white flesh.

Feng Yun understood, it was because he was too busy and wanted to rest for a while, so he accidentally fell asleep.

He helped him take off his shoes, and then straightened the rolled up clothes to cover his lower abdomen, and finally covered him with a thin quilt, before stepping out lightly.

Recently, the game that Feng Yun and the others are developing is progressing very smoothly.

After rounds of design, development, testing, modification, overcoming difficulties one after another, and perfecting details one after another, in the near future, it may be launched to the market for public testing.

Games have a very special meaning to Feng Yun, and this meaning also makes him have a magical obsession with games.

Feng Yun started playing games in junior high school. At that time, he played the simplest stand-alone games.

As expected, Feng Ran strongly opposed this matter.

Even though he always obediently finished all his studies and then went to play, Feng Ran's reaction still didn't soften or give in at all, it was very intense.

She doesn't allow him to play games, and doesn't allow him to spend a minute and a second on things that have nothing to do with learning, or becoming better.

At that time, Feng Yun needed to learn a lot.

In fact, few people know that Feng Yun is very good at drawing, playing the violin, and playing the piano, not to mention the guitar. He has been singing in SOSO for several years, and a guitar has accompanied him for several years. youthful years.

He is proficient in all kinds of ball games, and has also practiced equestrianism seriously. In addition, he is also good at writing.

Everything here requires a lot of mental effort to learn well, but Feng Yun is proficient in almost everything.

It is conceivable what kind of high-pressure environment he spent in his childhood and even his youth.

He was forced to learn and learn well, so that he was almost depressed for a while.

At that time, he felt that he was not like a person, but a piece of dough in his mother's hands, a tool, a little face she showed to the outside world.

Feng Ran was almost paranoid in his demands on Feng Yun, full of desire to control, and did not allow him to get out of his grasp even a little bit.

Feng Yun's life has been very depressing since childhood, especially after his grandfather passed away.

Fortunately, my grandmother was still there at that time.

She struggled to hold the balance between their mother and child, and tried her best to protect Feng Yun, so that the child grew up in a barely normal mode.

The old man is a university professor who has taught and educated people all her life, but she is also full of childlike innocence. She has always supported Feng Yun with practical actions.

She played games with him, accompanied him to step on water in rainy days wearing a raincoat and rain boots, and accompanied him to live all the childhood life that other children could enjoy but Feng Ran didn't allow.

Feng Yun's childhood was all about grandma, and grandma was his color, without grandma, his life would be black and gray, it's hard to say whether he can grow up with a healthy mind.

Even though he has been very good since he was a child, and his appearance is unique, he has always been a little gloomy.

Especially in the second year of high school, after my grandmother passed away.

Maybe it was because they were the only mother and son left, or maybe it was because of a lack of security, Feng Ran's desire to control him became stronger, and Feng Yun no longer had his own life.

He seemed to die overnight, but also grew up overnight.

Like Feng Ran, he has only one relative left, no matter how much they torture each other, they only have each other.

Like a hedgehog, you can't hold on tight, and you can't let go.

Either lost or bloodied.

Everyone can be willful, but he can't.

Everyone, relatives, neighbors, friends, teachers, everyone told him how difficult it was for his mother to raise him by herself.

So Feng Ran's difficulty is not easy for him to bear in another way.

It must be endured in silence.

Even after going to university, going back to city A, and studying finance, all were arranged by Feng Ran.

Feng Yun was already very indifferent, he could only try to obey, his emotions began to get deep, but his face gradually became calm, occasionally sunny.

Suffering is meaningless when no one can understand it.

What's more, some people will stand on the high ground of morality and say that you are hypocritical.

Feng Yun has never loved others, even though he is always surrounded by outstanding boys and girls, but he does not have the energy to love others.

In order to allow himself to live a normal life, he has already put in too much effort, and he has no more energy to share with others.

He hates being controlled, and he wants to break out of the prison, to the sunshine, and to the life of a normal person.

In her freshman year, Feng Ran fainted in the dance classroom. After being sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, her legs could no longer stand up.

As a dance teacher, she suffered a fatal blow. The doctor said that she also had a heart problem, and it was best not to be strongly stimulated.

Feng Yun found Mrs. Hu and came back to take care of Feng Ran.

Mrs. Hu is an old man who used it when her grandparents were alive. She is also about the same age as Feng Ran, so she knows the basics and can use it without worry.

From then on, he began to take on the important task of supporting his family, and because of his health, Feng Ran couldn't control him all the time, so he gradually became much freer

In his junior year, he was spotted by the record company, but Feng Ran once again strongly opposed him and firmly refused to allow him to enter the entertainment industry.

She said that his future identity and status did not allow him to be stained today.

At that time, the Chu family had already begun to appear by his side intentionally or unintentionally, and he had a vague guess of his own background.

After a bloody fight, he dropped his guitar and stopped singing.

In this life, except for the game and that matter, he has handed over everything else to Feng Ran, including marriage.

He couldn't agree to that matter, and he couldn't give up the game either.

The game connects him with his grandmother, his childhood, and the only warmth in his life.

But now, he is about to succeed. He doesn't want the Chu family, but he can also rely on his own efforts, rely on his own hands and feet, and step up to the top of the pyramid of life step by step.

All along, Feng Yun thought that only he was so lonely in this world.

Until he met Ning An, he seemed to see himself at a certain stage, endured the pain, ran desperately, and never said anything.

The stubbornness and ruthlessness in his bones made him faintly moved and healed.

He suddenly felt less lonely. Someone was fighting with him on the road of life, like a destined partner. Even if the end point was not the same, it formed a support in his heart invisibly.

Since the ring turmoil, his relationship with Ning An has eased a bit. He can't help but pay attention to him, care about him secretly, and even provoke him. Watching him bark his teeth and claws like a cat will make him very happy .

But in fact, he wasn't sure what this feeling was?

But he knows that he is very comfortable and relaxed with him, and he will be happy from the bottom of his heart.

Seeing that he is also working hard during the Pinbo, there will also be a secret sense of satisfaction walking hand in hand.

However, he doesn't like that he cares about others, doesn't like that he looks at others more, and he doesn't like that he likes others.

He thought he only looked at him, and he was the only one in his heart.

He even missed his arms and the touch of his lips, and wanted to lock him up by his side.

This feeling made him unhappy.

In the dead of night, he even feared whether he had inherited Feng Ran's desire to control?

He was afraid that he would turn into a monster, and that he would make Ning An as painful as his previous self.

Therefore, he could only tightly control his almost uncontrollable desire to control.

He wanted to stay away but couldn't help getting closer, but whenever he got too close, he would reach out and push him further away.

It's not always him who is cloudy or sunny, it's him who is indifferent and unfeeling, it's him who is suddenly far and near...

For Ning An, he could not do so much, but he knew that he and Ning An were both running.

He believes that he should be the first one to reach the destination.

At that time, he can protect him, shield him from the wind and rain, and let him rush to glory.

Even he himself didn't realize that he had counted Ning An into his future.

He lit a cigarette, raised his head slightly, leaned back in the seat, his neck stretched out a slender and graceful arc, and his Adam's apple rolled gently with the movement of smoking.

Even though it was late, he didn't feel sleepy for a long time, and his heart was full of excitement and fighting spirit, as well as the determination and confidence to stand on the top of the future and never bend down.

But this day, not only they were running.

In the dark, where they don't see, many things are actually happening.

Like a wrestling, whoever wins decides the destiny.

The next day was the day when Ning An went to see Song Qiu.

The factory of Song Qiu's brand is located in a corner of the industrial park, and the design department is in a separate three-story building.

In addition to designing and producing high-end jewelry, they also produce a variety of mid-end fashion accessories.

In addition to supplying the domestic market, it is also sent to international jewelry markets such as Japan, South Korea, Europe, America, etc., so the factory covers a very large area.

Ning An took a taxi there, and Song Qiu's assistant picked him up at the gate of the factory, and took him directly to the photography studio on the top floor of the design building.

They are mainly here to try out the sense of the lens. When they actually shoot, they still have to go to a special studio with a professional photographer.

In addition to still photos, Song Qiu hopes to shoot another high-definition video, which can be used as TVC material, or broadcast as a behind-the-scenes gag.

After work came to an end, they had lunch together at a Japanese grocery store outside.

After what happened last time, and today's deeper contact, Song Qiu has a good impression of Ning An.

They chatted about the show that day, Song Qiu suddenly remembered something, and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, even Teacher Wang Rong praised you that day."

Ning An's eyes lit up: "Do you know Teacher Wang Rong?"

"Do you really want to walk in his show too?" Song Qiu wasn't surprised at all, after all, who wouldn't want to walk in Wang Rong's show? "But I really don't know him, it's just that he saw that diamond button the other day and said that your net is very special."

After she finished speaking, she wrinkled her nose again, like a little girl sharing some secret: "To be honest, he is also my idol. I was so excited at the time that he was called away before I had time to speak."

Song Qiu's personality is very straightforward, and he doesn't criticize Qiao when he speaks. Ning An smiled: "I don't just want to take his show."

Song Qiu stopped eating and looked at him suspiciously, Ning An smiled again: "Secret."

"No, no." Song Qiu raised her hand to let me think about it. She studied the expression on Ning An's face, and after a while hesitated, "Do you want to change the server?"

Ning An nodded.

Song Qiu was silent for a moment: "Model to clothing design, the path you chose is not easy, especially with Teacher Wang Rong, it is too difficult, don't blame me for not reminding you, you are a bit greedy. "

"I also feel a little greedy," Ning An said, "Sometimes I think, I'm just greedy this time, is it okay just once?"

He stared slightly: "I must try, otherwise I can't give up."

Song Qiu nodded, hesitated for a moment, and said, "If it's not for Teacher Wang Rong, I actually have a decent opportunity here. I wonder if you're interested?"

The author has something to say: This is love, this is love!Feng Yun, you don't understand love, cough cough cough

There is another update. I will catch the worm and post it at 12 o'clock. If you are sleepy, you can watch it tomorrow.

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