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

When Ning An came in, Feng Yun was already in his room. When he heard the movement, he asked, "I made oolong tea, do you want some? Lose weight."

Ning An answered while taking off his coat: "I won't drink anymore, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep well."

Feng Yun came out and leaned against the door frame to look at him: "Who will use the bathroom first?"

"You use it, I'll wait." Ning An entered the bedroom without raising his head, and gently closed the door.

There is a pot of hot tea on the table that no one cares about, and the steam rises slowly.

The hot air was still lively and lively just now, but now it seems lonely and deserted.

Like a dynamic painting, also like a neglected heart.

Feng Yun looked at it indifferently for a moment, went over and poured a cup, and held it in the palm of his hand.

After he came out of the shower, there was still no movement in Ning An's room.

He didn't care about it before, but not now, he knocked on the door in the past: "I've used it."

Ning An replied, "Okay."

Unsteady breathing, shortness of breath, with breath sounds.

Something is wrong.

Feng Yun's palm involuntarily held the door handle, and quietly opened a gap. He leaned against the door frame and looked in. Ning An was lying on the yoga mat, with a pair of long legs lifted on the wall, doing belly rolls.

His hair was wet with sweat, and the white cotton T-shirt on his body was stained with water, it was obvious that he had been exercising for a long time.

Feng Yun looked at it for a while, and said, "It's no wonder you have to drink my tea."

Ning An stopped when he heard the words, he turned his head while lying on the cushion panting, and asked doubtfully, "Did I not close the door?"

Feng Yun's expression did not change: "It's okay."

"Oh." Ning An sat up. He was wearing sports shorts and crossed his long legs, obviously still a little confused.

"What door to close, two big men." Feng Yun added.

Ning An thought for a while: "Oh."

As soon as he stopped exercising, sweat rushed out, and the tip of his eyelashes and nose were wet.

The white T-shirt was soaked, revealing a fuzzy flesh color.

Ning An raised his hand to lock his wet forehead back: "Don't worry about me, I'll take a shower after I stretch it."

Feng Yun looked at him, the image of sweat burned his eyes like an ignorant temptation.

His eyes darkened a little bit, his muscles were tense, and the corners of his lips were flattened.

Ning An stretched out one leg, raised his arm, and lowered his waist, ready to stretch.

Inadvertently looking at Feng Yun, he stopped suspiciously: "I didn't offend you, your eyes are like a wolf, scary."

Feng Yun silently looked away, turned and left.

Ning An was stunned for a while, but he couldn't figure out what happened to him after thinking about it for a while.

He shook his head, unwilling to spend any more time thinking, and instead concentrated on doing sports.

Feng Yun went to the bathroom to wash his face again, he looked at himself in the mirror, his thick eyebrows pressed against a pair of deep eyes.

like a wolf?Ning An's doubtful words made him blush quietly.

He narrowed his eyes embarrassingly, and gave a light "fuck", but finally he couldn't suppress the smile in the depths of his eyes.

The smile even made him feel a little angry from embarrassment. He wrestled with himself for a long time, and finally he tilted his head in compromise.

Now it's not just the eyes, even the corners of the mouth are slightly curled up.

It snowed all night, forming a thick layer on the ground, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and a red sun burst out from the horizon.

Feng Yun woke up from his sleep, he opened the curtains, and saw Ning An busy on the platform at a glance.

Probably the road was slippery in the snow, so instead of going out for a run, he went to the platform to clear the snow.

He was wearing sneakers, a pair of denim trousers, and a gray sweater with the sleeves rolled up. He bent over and cleaned slowly from the entrance of the platform to the clothesline.

Probably because the tools were not very handy, he only swept a main road, and then cleared a clean space under the clothesline.

Feng Yun stood in front of the window and watched quietly for a while, the sun enveloped the platform that was usually nothing unusual, even the snow was gentle.

Instead of helping, he turned and went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

When Ning An walked in with the cold air, a hot breakfast was already on the dining table.

Two cups of warmed milk, two plates of green side dishes, two sticks of boiled corn, and a steamed iron stick yam.

All Ning An can eat.

Ning An washed his hands and sat down while looking at his phone.

Feng Yun pushed the milk towards him: "The platform doesn't need to be swept, usually very few people come up."

"No." Ning An's cheeks and nose were flushed by the wind, and he replied while replying to the message: "I usually see old people and women coming up to dry bedding and clothes, and it will be troublesome if they slip."

Feng Yun left early and returned late, so he really didn't pay much attention to these things.

Ning An put the phone aside as he said, and picked up a cup to drink milk: "It's a pity that the tools are not handy."

Feng Yun handed him the corn and praised him: "You did a great job, I'll buy a shovel later, and I'll let you show off your skills next time, eat quickly."

With his expectant gaze, Ning An took the corn.

Feng Yun felt like he was sick, every meal he ate with Ning An, he stared at how much he ate like an obsessive-compulsive disorder, wishing that he would eat one more bite and then another.

Ning An was gnawing corn over there, Feng Yun would take a look at it from time to time, not at Ning An, but at the corn in Ning An's hand.

It wasn't until Ning An gnawed the corn clean that he secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Just such a small matter made him feel at ease.

This year's first snow, Feng Ran also ushered in a special guest, Li's only son Li Yuanshu.

Feng Ran met Li Yuanshu twice, once in Feng Yun's office on the third floor of SOSO, when Li Yuanshu and Chu Yayan were together.

At first she thought that Li Yuanshu and Chu Yayan were a young couple, but later she felt that he looked at Feng Yun with more fiery eyes than at Chu Yayan.

The second time I saw him was at Feng Yun and Ning An's wedding, Li Yuanshu's performance made her sure that he was interested in Feng Yun.

Although he didn't know why Li Yuanshu came to see him, Feng Ran still asked Mrs. Hu to prepare a tea and fruit plate, and entertained him with a smile.

Li Yuanshu was very polite, and the gift he brought was also very expensive, Feng Ran took a look at it, and exchanged a few polite greetings.

Li Yuanshu respected Feng Ran very much, but when he wanted to get to the point, he hesitated to speak.

Feng Ran took a look at Mrs. Hu and asked her to go out and buy some fruit.

After they left, Li Yuanshu said solemnly: "Auntie, I just met Chu Qin two days ago."

Chu Qin's name made the smile on Feng Ran's face recede: "Then why are you here?"

Li Yuanshu didn't answer, but instead asked: "Auntie, I like Feng Yun, do you know about this?"

Feng Ran didn't expect him to take the initiative to mention this matter, and said flatly: "How can I, an old woman, know about your children."

"Auntie," Li Yuanshu said sincerely, "Chu Qin hates Feng Yun, and wants to take advantage of the little emotional entanglement between us to kill someone with a knife."

"So?" Feng Ran asked again: "Why are you looking for me now?"

Li Yuanshu is well-informed, but at Feng Ran's age, how could he let a child lead him away.

"Chu Qin is so stupid," Li Yuanshu smiled, and cut to the chase: "Since he wants to borrow a knife to kill someone, then we might as well borrow his hand instead, but the difference is that he wants to completely destroy Feng Yun's current hope , trampled him to death in the quagmire, but I wanted Feng Yun to die and come back to life."

He looked at Feng Ran, and his tone slowly became firm: "They all have the word 'death', although it is a bit cruel, but it can't be broken, and if you don't force him into a desperate situation, how can we let him go the way we want him to go?" Where is the road? What do you think, Auntie?"

Feng Ran narrowed her eyes to look at him, and finally laughed after a while. Her smile was so beautiful, like a poisonous poppy.

Although Feng Yun is like his mother, he has a sunny smile. The two similar faces have two completely different feelings.

Li Yuanshu looked at Feng Ran's smile and knew that the matter was over.

Feng Ran asked lightly: "So, what do you want me to do?"

"There are some things I can't do in person," Li Yuanshu lowered his eyes, "Feng Yun will hate me that way, so I need your help. After all, you are his mother. Cut off the blood relationship between you."

"Besides, we don't need to do anything about the most critical link, that idiot Chu Qin will do it by himself," Li Yuanshu smiled: "Even if the matter is revealed at that time, Feng Yunhen can only hate Chu Qin, and Uncle Chu They will only be more disappointed with Chu Qin."

"No problem." Feng Ran smiled: "It is said that there is no benefit, but, child, what are you trying to get involved in this matter?"

Li Yuanshu's eyes were burning: "I want Feng Yun!"

Feng Ran frowned delicately: "But Feng Yun is already married."

"You can still leave after we get married," Li Yuanshu said, "It is said that this marriage was arranged by you alone. I want to know why Auntie is interested in Ning An? My Li family is right with the Chu family, and Ning An is not worthy of him at all. Shang Fengyun, I am the only one who can match him."

"The right family?" Feng Ran looked at him, with some sympathy and sarcasm in his eyes, but more disapproval: "I hate this word the most in my life."

Li Yuanshu's face suddenly turned pale, and he looked at her inexplicably.

Feng Ran smiled again: "However, good boy, you are right, you can still leave after you get married, if this matter can really be done, Auntie will make the decision for you."

The expression on Li Yuanshu's face can be described as changing.

From the unwillingness at the beginning, to the doubt and despair later, to the suppressed joy now, it all turned into one sentence in the end: "Trust me!"

Ning An had never had such a bad show.

Vulgar and low-quality clothing, exaggerated and vulgar makeup, and the vulgar and blatant hints of the so-called "show director": "You should twist your waist and buttocks, will you wink at me, smile for me, smile sweetly... ..."

The open-air part outside the coffee shop has a long corridor paved with red carpet, and the snow on both sides has not been cleaned.

The models put on open-chested, open-backed, high-slit outfits, with vulgar makeup, and walked up amidst the suggestive words of the show director over and over again.

The chill permeates the skin and penetrates the bone marrow, but the posture should be elegant and generous, and the female models are posing with waists, but also maintain bright smiles, like a spring breeze.

This is not a show, but a kitsch show.

Ning An resisted the urge to run away, and was pressed on a chair to put on makeup. His face was covered with low-quality oil paint, which made his eyes hurt.

But he secretly rejoiced that after applying oil paint, others could not see his face clearly.

I don't know what kind of inferior material the clothes are made of, and they feel prickly and itchy when worn.

The shoes didn't fit at all, and he got two big blisters on his feet after the second walk.

He endured it, and went one after another. The blisters burst, and he felt a terrible pain when he walked, but he had to walk without blemish.

This is his professionalism.

The onlookers are all passers-by, stretching their necks to watch the excitement, pointing and making noise...

The staff of the coffee shop took the opportunity to distribute flyers to promote the new store opening, with a [-]% discount for the whole shop...

In the end, the feet were already sore and numb.

He walked back and forth mechanically, just wanting to end it as soon as possible.

At eleven o'clock, this nondescript performance finally came to an end.

When he changed back into his clothes after removing his make-up, he found that the back of the cotton socks had been soaked in blood.

Cotton socks and blood clotted together and stuck to the worn flesh.

He didn't dare to move, put on his shoes, went out and took a taxi home.

The wound that was so painful and numb in the car slowly came to life, and the pain pierced my heart one after another.

After getting out of the car, he hardly dared to take a step.

In the night, the street lamps glowed dimly, shining on the snow on both sides. In the middle of the night, there was no one in the community.

Half on tiptoe, he walked forward step by step.

He had never felt that the distance was so long. When he reached the stairs, he leaned against the door of the unit and took off his shoes, walking up barefoot step by step.

He prayed in his heart that Feng Yun should never be at home, but God refused, the door opened automatically as soon as the key was inserted into the lock.

Feng Yun stood with the backlight, Ning An hurriedly hid the hands holding the shoes behind his back, and took a step back, trying to hide his feet in the darkness.

But it was too late, Feng Yun saw his pale face, looked down and saw the large bloodstains on his snow-white cotton socks, and saw his bare feet in the middle of winter.

"What happened?" His voice trembled slightly, and he looked at Ning An with terrifying black eyes.

Ning An relaxed his arms, exposed the pair of shoes he was hooking his fingers on, and said pretending to be relaxed: "It's okay, the shoes in the show are rubbing your feet."

Feng Yun bent down, supported his shoulder with one hand, hooked his leg with the other, and hugged him up.

"Huh?" Ning An was extremely surprised, and he struggled anxiously.

Feng Yun's arms were like cast iron, hugging him tightly, he couldn't see his expression, but he could feel the restlessness in his heart from his movements and strength.

He gently put him on the sofa, squatted down and circled his ankles, and looked at his injured feet: "I can't take off the socks, you will wait."

He took the hot water, put his cold feet on his warm thighs to warm him up, moistened the wound a little bit, let the coagulated blood melt away, and tried to tear off his cotton socks little by little.

Feng Yun's eyes were too frightening, and the line of his lips was drawn sharply. Ning An bit his lip in pain and sweated profusely, not daring to say a word.

"I'm going to get the medicine box." Feng Yun got up, he was looking at his feet almost the whole time, but he didn't look at his face much.

"Hehe," Ning An said with a dry smile, "It's actually nothing. I often encounter shoes that are not suitable for wearing shoes during catwalks. It's normal. Just bring the medicine box and I'll deal with it myself."

Feng Yun didn't say a word, came over with the medicine box, squatted at his feet, and held his feet in his arms.

His feet were as cold as ice, and the cold went all the way to his heart.

His body leaned forward slightly, blocking the movement of his hands.

"Hiss..." A heart-piercing pain came from his feet, and Ning An could hardly sit still due to the pain.

He took a closer look, Feng Yun was holding an alcohol bottle in his hand, and poured alcohol directly on his wound.

"Damn it!" Ning An's voice changed from sore throat, and he gritted his teeth and cursed, "Did you do it on purpose? You're avenging your own personal revenge! There's iodophor, you fucking use alcohol for me!"

He raised his feet to kick Feng Yun away, but Feng Yun held his feet tightly and couldn't move.

Ning An gritted his teeth and waited for the pain to pass, his lips turned pale from the pain, he touched a cigarette with trembling hands, lowered his head and lit it: "No wonder you are so kind, you..."

He took a deep breath, bowed his head childishly, and sprayed all the smoke on Feng Yun's face as if venting.

Feng Yun raised his head, which had been lowered all the time, his eye sockets were red from the smoke.

His tone was cold, and his eyes were fierce: "Does it hurt? I want you to remember the pain, and ask you to think about whether money is more important than your body?"

Ning An was stunned with his lips parted slightly, Feng Yun looked at him: "If there is a more painful method, I will use it on you without hesitation."

Feng Yunhan bandaged his injured foot with a face, and sealed it tightly with waterproof stickers.

Ning An's anger disappeared now. Although he was a little stunned, he understood from the bottom of his heart that Feng Yun didn't intentionally provoke him as usual, but really cared about him.

He opened his mouth, wanting to explain a few words, but was shocked by what Feng Yun said.

"Take off your clothes, I'll give you a bath!" Feng Yun ordered with deep eyebrows.

The author has something to say: the next chapter will be updated tomorrow (Monday) around 9:12 or [-]:[-] in the evening. If there is any change, I will mark it in the copy or on Weibo.

I'm too sleepy today, I didn't finish writing until this point intermittently, ah, I'm going to sleep first, good night

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