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

Li Yuanshu's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Brother, do you have time?"

His voice has always been clear and clear, with some arrogance engraved in his bones since childhood, but it is difficult to hide a little smile at the end of his words.

Feng Yun raised his eyes and looked out the window.

Outside the window, it was already dusk, and the strong wind shook the branches, giving people a feeling that staying indoors was especially safe.

It's time to meet Li Yuanshu, and the weather is just right, he asked softly, "Is there something wrong?"

"I want to treat you to a meal." Li Yuanshu said, "Long time no see."

"Where is it?" Feng Yun didn't hesitate: "Are you alone or with Chu Yayan?"

"The top floor of Baiting." After a moment of silence, Li Yuanshu said again: "I'm alone."

"Okay." Feng Yun's voice was the same as before, "I'll be there in a while."

After hanging up the phone, he called Ning An again.

It took a while for Ning An to pick up, and there was a whistling sound coming from the microphone.

"Feng Yun?" His voice was a little thin due to the wind, accompanied by the sound of slightly rapid breathing.

As if the breath had substance, it rushed to Feng Yun's heart, melting the indifference on the corners of his brows and eyes.

A soft gleam gradually appeared on that cold face.

"Outside?" He couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, and his smile spread: "Let me guess, are you going home soon?"

"Wrong," Ning An's eyes were blown out of tears by the wind. He reached into his bag and took out his sunglasses to put on, "Song Qiu is here. I'm on my way to the World Trade Center. I guess I won't be able to go home until later."

"Song Qiu?" Feng Yun thought the name sounded familiar: "The jewelry designer?"

"Yeah." Ning An replied briefly, "It's okay, I'll hang up."

"Wait," Feng Yun looked out of the window again, it was already dark, and the paulownia trees on the side of the road were swaying wildly by the wind, he was a little worried: "Walking? Why don't you take a taxi?"

"It's only two stops, why take a taxi?" Ning An's voice came over, "I have long legs, so I'll be there soon."

"Tsk," Feng Yun was both funny and heartbroken: "Keep an eye on the road, don't fall."

"Oh," Ning An smiled perfunctorily: "I see, I'm not a child."

The phone was hung up, and there was a beeping sound from the receiver. Feng Yun rubbed his forehead, pursed his lips silently and laughed.

The black Bentley Mulsanne slowly drove out of the garage, Feng Yun glanced at the flashing phone screen, his expression became condensed.

It was Feng Ran's call.

He let out a long breath, put on the bluetooth headset: "Hello."

"Xiao Yun," Feng Ran's voice was very calm, but he couldn't hide his excitement. After so many years of stumbling around, he finally looked forward to this day: "Are you still used to the first day of work?"

"It's okay." Feng Yun's voice was very light.

"Are you still blaming mom?" Feng Ran asked tentatively.

A cold smile curled up on the corner of Feng Yun's lips, mockingly: "What if you blame you? What if you don't blame you? In fact, it doesn't make much sense to blame you or not."

After so many years, he has already understood that his emotions are always one-sided, and Feng Ran has never cared about his feelings.

All she cares about is herself, her face, her glory, her competitive spirit...

"Don't you know..." Feng Ran said eagerly.

"Don't you know that mom is doing it for your own good?" Feng Yun chuckled, and then took it up: "You have said a word for more than 20 years, aren't you tired?"

There was silence on the phone, Feng Yun could imagine Feng Ran's face turned pale with anger.

"If Chu Yunhe asks you to eat at his place," Feng Ran said patiently, "Don't get close to that woman."

"How is it possible? Didn't you tell me to recognize a thief as my mother? Now that I have taken other people's things, I will turn my face and deny people? I can't do it." Feng Yun's words were cruel: "Sugar cane is not as sweet as both ends, either. or neither."

"You..." Feng Ran's voice trembled: "I raised you for nothing, you..."

Feng Yun gritted his teeth and tried his best to keep his voice calm: "I'm driving, so I'll hang up first."

It wasn't until Chi hung up the phone that he let the pain crawl out of his heart and into his eyes.

Pain and happiness.

Refusing Feng Ran mercilessly, seeing that Feng Ran could no longer control himself, his heart was both painful and uncontrollably distorted and happy.

Feng Yun opened the door to the French restaurant on the top floor of Baiting.

In the exquisite private room, Li Yuanshu was sitting in a group of tea sofa sofas in front of the large French windows, waiting quietly.

He looked refined and elegant in a white suit with a bow tie at the neckline.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned his head with a smile, turned his gaze around Feng Yun, and called affectionately: "Brother."

Feng Yun is different from before.

Tens of thousands of high-end suits wrap the slender and flexible body, apricot dark flower tie, diamond cufflinks, luxury watches...

The whole figure is like a noble and elegant prince.

And the black suit made him look more calm and restrained.

Li Yuanshu walked over to meet him, stretched out his hand and rang the bell, and asked for food to be served.

He smiled and called "Brother" again, and raised his hand to pick up his coat, but Feng Yun gently avoided it.

Feng Yun lowered his head to look at the time, this place is not far from the World Trade Center, he had peace in his heart, and he didn't have the heart to eat complicated French dishes.

"I came here mainly to clarify something with you." He raised his eyes lightly, seeing the smile on Li Yuanshu's face fade: "I won't eat anymore."

The waiter came in to serve appetizers and aperitifs, Li Yuanshu pursed his lips and endured it, and only after he left did he ask, "What's the matter?"

Feng Yun looked at his slightly squinted eyes, and there was even a little doubt in those eyes.

He smiled lightly, leaned forward, and an invisible pressure hit Li Yuanshu's heart directly, making his pupils tremble.

Feng Yun looked straight into his eyes: "Don't understand? Then let me explain clearly, why did you join forces with Chu Qin to plot against me?"

"I plot against you?" Li Yuanshu smiled noncommittally: "Even if I plot against the whole world, I cannot plot against you."

Feng Yun nodded, lowered his head and sent Lu Zhuo's investigation materials to him: "Look for yourself, have I wronged you?"

"It is true that I did this, but I joined hands with Auntie, not Chu Qin." Li Yuanshu only took one look, and then admitted: "But I didn't mean to plot against you, I just wanted to help you, to help you." You're back where you should be back."

He looked at Feng Yun who was sitting opposite, with a trace of fascination in his eyes: "You are so good, the best things in this world are not worthy of you."

Feng Yun interrupted him, and asked directly: "Do you like me?"

In fact, Chu Yayan told him that he also rejected him in his own way.

Li Yuanshu pursed his lips, and said solemnly for a while: "Not only like, I love you, I want to be with you forever."

After so long, Li Yuanshu finally expressed his feelings. He breathed a sigh of relief, but lifted his whole heart and looked at Feng Yun expectantly. .

Feng Yun was right in front of him, so perfect, he returned to the position that belonged to him, and he was the hand that pushed him.

He doesn't regret it at all, he even feels proud.

"Love?" Feng Yun shook his head amusedly: "Controlling others is the way you express love? Should you only love yourself?"

"You?" Li Yuanshu narrowed his eyes: "Is Ning An the same? If so, why didn't you choose me? How is Ning An better? In terms of appearance, I am no worse than him, and in terms of family background, I would dump him a galaxy. People are nothing but chicken ribs."

He looked at Feng Yun eagerly: "Brother, you and I are the same kind of people. In the future, we will join forces, can't we just follow along?"

The delicious thick soup was served, Feng Yun raised his hand in disgust: "Don't insult him, and don't insult me ​​either."

Li Yuanshu opened his mouth in embarrassment, wanting to explain, but Feng Yun didn't give him a chance, so he continued talking.

"I don't understand love, but if love is control, then I won't want it," he lowered his eyes, a little proud: "Ning An never tried to control me."

Li Yuanshu stared at the gentle smile on his face because of Ning'an, and was stunned.

"Don't meet again in the future." Feng Yun stood up, not giving Li Yuanshu time to hold back.

Matsutake foie gras and white wine came late, Li Yuanshu shouted with red eyes: "It's because he doesn't love you that he doesn't want to control you!"

Feng Yun's movements froze, and his eyes were instantly cold.

He thought that maybe Ning An didn't love him, but when he heard others say it, it was like a knife piercing straight into his heart, and it was cold and painful.

"Don't see each other again." He said again: "In addition, let me inform you in advance that the cooperation between Chu He and Li Shi will probably come to an end in the future."

"What?" Li Yuanshu looked at him in disbelief: "The Chu family and the Li family have cooperated for so many years, and my father and Uncle Chu have been friends for so many years, how is it possible?"

Feng Yun straightened his tie, curled his lips and smiled lightly: "I think you probably don't know me well, before I didn't bother to ask for things, I could not touch them at all, but now that I want If so, then I will try my best to come here and not give others the opportunity to take advantage of it."

Li Yuanshu's chest rose and fell, Feng Yun snorted and said, "There are so many jewelry manufacturers, it's time for Chu He to change his taste and introduce some fresh blood."

"Are you trying to get revenge on me?" Li Yuanshu gritted his teeth, "But I'm doing it for your own good."

"The way you do good for others is too scary and too self-righteous." Feng Yun opened the door and turned around for the last time: "This is the price you should pay."

He took one last look at the sumptuous dinner on the table, and the waiter had already sobered them up: "Enjoy your dinner."

The door closed with a click, and Li Yuanshu couldn't hang on with his last strength, and he slumped in the chair.

"I came here mainly to clarify some things with you, so I won't eat the meal."

It turned out that he came here to draw a line with him.

He buried his wet face in the palm of his hand, knowing that he probably would never have a chance to catch this person again.

Since he was a child, no one has ever treated him like this.

He was raised by being hugged, the young master of the Li family, he received countless favors and loves.

Only Feng Yun, no matter what his status was, stood so proudly in front of him, without any impurities.

But it is also because of this that he loves him, the one who loves him loses his mind, and the one who loves him makes him stupid.

He drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, then lowered his head and made a phone call.

He knows what is the most important thing now, and he will not lose the chain at this time.

The phone was connected quickly, and his voice was hoarse: "Dad, I may have gotten into trouble."

Feng Yun went down to the underground parking lot, got into the car and dialed Ning An: "Have you eaten yet?"

Ning An's voice came from over there, which was particularly reassuring: "Still eating."

A girl's voice came from the microphone: "An'an, eat this, it's delicious."

A picture appeared in front of Feng Yun's eyes. The girl fed the food to Ning An's pretty lips, and Ning An took it with a smile.

He frowned: "What did you eat?"

Ning An smiled: "Do you think Song Qiu is stupid? She insisted on taking me to the buffet. Basically, she ate alone, but she had to buy tickets for two people."

Over there, Song Qiu seemed to have knocked Ning An or pinched him, and Ning An laughed, "Don't hit me."

Li Yuanshu's voice suddenly rang in his ears: "It's because he doesn't want to control you because he doesn't love you!"

He closed his eyes and rolled his Adam's apple: "I'll pick you up."

"No need," Ning An's voice was blurred with food in his mouth: "There is a bus that goes directly to home, I'll just take the bus later."

"Good boy," Feng Yun said, "I'm nearby."

"Alright then," Ning An said, "We're almost done, I'll go out and wait for you."

Feng Yun drove over, the traffic on the road was still congested, and he could see Ning An standing by the side of the road from a distance.

He has a straight posture, let the wind roll up the corners of his clothes and hair, and his eyes wander in the traffic.

Feng Yun laughed, stopped the car next to him, and then honked the horn.

He just changed the car yesterday, and Ning An hadn't seen it before. He lowered his eyes and looked at it, then raised his eyes and continued to search in the sea of ​​cars.

Feng Yun lowered the car window and called him: "Ning'an."

Ning An took a look at his car and was slightly surprised. Feng Yun said that he wanted to change the car, but the span from a second-hand Jeep to a Bentley is indeed a bit big.

Feng Yun saw the flash of surprise on his face, but when he got in the car, he didn't ask anything.

"It's because he doesn't love you that he doesn't want to control you!" Like a spell, those words rang in his ears again.

"Don't you want to ask about this car?" Feng Yun tilted his head.

Ning An looked at him sideways, watch, tie, suit, cuffs...

This outfit is not necessarily cheaper than this car, it is much more valuable than grandma's box of things.

"I have nothing to ask," he said. "If you want to say it, you will."

Feng Yun lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, but couldn't speak a thousand words: "Do you believe me?"

Such an abrupt sentence, even he himself didn't know what he wanted to express.

"Believe it," Ning An nodded, as if he would believe him no matter what.

He sideways fastened his seat belt and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

It seems that whether he eats or not is more important than this car.

Feng Yun looked at his small side face, small earballs and the back of the jet-black head, and was moved. He couldn't help but reach out and rub his hair: "I haven't eaten yet."

Ning An stopped what he was doing: "Then shall I accompany you out to eat?"

Feng Yun looked at him with a smile, the tiredness all over his body dissipated: "I don't want to eat outside, why don't you make it for me?"

"Is there anything delicious I cook?" Ning An smiled, and even though he said that, he still hurriedly asked, "Is there anything you want to eat?"

"Anything is fine." Feng Yun asked casually, "Why did you suddenly come to see Song Qiu?"

"It just so happens that she came over today, so let's meet and talk about the future cooperation." Ning An said: "And the video I shot before will be released soon."

"Is that all we talked about?" Feng Yun said, "You guys are only cooperating this time, and the relationship seems to be pretty good?"

"Speaking of a good relationship," Ning An didn't answer, but instead seemed to think of something: "Song Qiu just said that Zheng Wenze will also have a show next spring, not far from Mr. Wang Rong."

Feng Yun smiled: "Their relationship is pretty good."

"I'm a little envious," Ning An took half of Feng Yun's cigarette, took a puff, and said, "They have such a good relationship, they do everything together."

"What about you?" Feng Yun grinned: "Is there anyone who wants to do everything together?"

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