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

A black cat lay on Wang Rong's lap.

The cat was plump and round, with black and shiny hair all over its body. At this moment, it was quietly snoring comfortably on its owner's lap.

The light in the projection hall was very dark, and the light and shadow on the screen changed, reflecting his hazy and focused face.

He relaxed on the sofa, his expression focused and quiet.

What was shown on the screen was the third round video of the triumphant side two days ago.

Zheng Wenze sat next to him, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, with his usual gentle smile on his face.

The hot steam of the coffee was faintly visible in the flickering light, and he watched the screen with him while stealing a glance at him from time to time.

His expression, his movements, his pensive look, even after so many years, I still can't get enough of it.

Wang Rong pressed a lot to fast forward, so he can read very fast.

In the fourth group, his speed suddenly slowed down.

He seems to be watching more seriously, the progress bar will occasionally be pulled back, and some scenes will be played repeatedly.

There are several young people in the camera, they are lowering their heads, busy with the things in their hands.

Most people's expressions are very serious and anxious, and the movements of their hands are quite jerky. Occasionally, some people will look up to see the progress of others.

There was only one person in the corner, with a quiet and calm expression, exuding a peaceful aura around him.

If he and several other people do not appear in the same shot, the audience may even suspect that they are not in the same occasion.

Obviously everyone else was suffering, but he was the only one who seemed to enjoy a little bit of peace.

He lowered his head, with a calm demeanor, serious dedication, unhurried movements, and even skillful techniques...

In his hand was a piece of gray-black plaid, that simple and almost rough rectangular piece of fabric, under the action of his dexterous fingers and scissors, it quickly became different, slowly showing the prototype of a dress.

Wang Rong backed up repeatedly with the remote control, and watched this section several times.

Zheng Wenze noticed his abnormality and couldn't help turning his attention to the screen.

When he saw Ning An, he couldn't help narrowing his eyes slightly.

There was a sense of familiarity in this young man, so long that he was about to forget it.

He lowered his head and lowered his eyes, earnestly concentrating, especially the way he was biting a bead needle between his lips, which made his heart skip a beat: "He..."

"I saw him at the jewelry exhibition before." Wang Rong didn't pay attention to his abnormality, his eyes were still fixed on the screen. "He made a diamond buckle, and his mind was very clever."

Zheng Wenze was puzzled: "There are many people who are more ingenious than him."

"It's not because of this that he attracted me." Wang Rong shook his head: "It's because he worked harder than the designer to save a show. He showed respect for the clothes and the show, and he was so nervous In such a short time, he was still able to turn the tide so calmly, so I couldn't help noticing him."

Zheng Wenze did not comment.

"Many people nowadays," he looked at Zheng Wenze who was staring at the screen: "When it's none of your business, even if you have the ability, you don't bother to take care of it. But now it seems that he is also very researched on clothing, which is a bit interesting .”

Under the dim light in the projection hall, the subtle changes in the expression on Zheng Wenze's face were almost unnoticeable from an outsider's perspective.

But he himself could feel the tense muscles on his face.

He stared at the screen, his eyes flickering with Wang Rong's movement of pulling the progress bar forward and backward: "Is he a bit like..."

Wang Rong's hand pinched the remote control tensed, then relaxed, and turned off the player with a snap: "Go, go out and have a drink."

The lights in the auditorium were turned on, which was a bit dazzling.

Zheng Wenze drank the coffee slowly, and suddenly said: "The kid I told you last time is not bad, don't you consider accepting it?"

Wang Rong stroked the cat on his lap and shook his head: "Look again."

"What else are you looking at?" Zheng Wenze said, "That's why people don't like me, so I've decided on you, otherwise I would have been under the door."

"Wen Ze," Wang Rong looked at him, and said earnestly, "You have already collected three or four of them? Take these with you, and if you collect more, I'm afraid you won't be able to take care of your energy."

"All right, all right, I get it." Zheng Wenze rubbed his forehead: "Old Wang teaches classes, and a batch of students come out every quarter. How nourishing, you are so serious."

Wang Rong frowned: "He was trying to make quick money and mislead his son, so what can he say?"

"Okay, okay," Zheng Wenze stepped forward and grabbed his shoulders, smiling: "Go, go, go have a drink."

On the other hand, at noon that day, Feng Yun returned home after finishing the work at hand.

Ning An was so tired that he took a shower and fell asleep lying on the bed without blowing his hair.

There were more and more things in his room, and it was already crowded to the point where it was not easy to get in.

Two days ago, when he moved into another human stage, Feng Yun asked him at the dinner table if he had considered moving to Shen Yuan.

He had already told Ning An about Shen Yuan's villa before.

Although the building in Shen Yuan is not particularly large, it has four floors up and down, and a basement floor. Two people live in it, and one person chooses the first floor as a studio, which is just right.

But Ning An refused without even thinking about it. He said that he was used to living in a big house and would not be used to it if he moved out in the future.

After he finished speaking, he asked Feng Yun if he really wanted to move, and if he really wanted to, he could cooperate.

Feng Yun lost interest in what he said, and the two of them never mentioned it again.

But now, holding the hair dryer, he carefully followed the gap in the floor, and when he crawled onto his bed, he felt that this was actually quite good.

The narrowness of the space can actually increase the intimacy between people appropriately.

He was afraid that the sound of the blower would scare him, so he rubbed his hair and called out twice: "Ning'an?"

It's okay for Ning An not to sleep, but when he fell asleep, he sank in, his whole consciousness seemed to be submerged in deep water, and he was almost unaware of the outside world.

Feng Yun's voice could be heard, but it seemed to come from a very, very far away place.

It was so far away, and he was too tired, that he was barely able to respond.

After a long time, he lifted his heavy eyelids with great effort, but then they closed them again.

Seeing that he was very sleepy, Feng Yun stopped calling him, supported his head to rest on his lap, turned on the low wind position, and slowly dried his hair.

During the whole process, Ning An didn't wake up.

He rubbed his face pityingly, sighed softly, and looked around his room.

There are scissors, rulers, bead needles, needles and threads of different sizes and purposes everywhere, and even coloring cards are placed on the bedside.

On the mannequin are two semi-finished products, both of which are pure black, and the gaps cut by the scissors have not yet been sewn together.

He gently held his hand, and Ning'an shook him back in a daze.

This light grip gave Feng Yun infinite courage and impulsiveness.

He suddenly gave up on himself a little bit, which made him don't want to care about anything anymore.

He turned off his cell phone, followed his body temperature, and crawled into his bed.

It's not that they haven't shared the same bed before, but their heartbeats have never been so fast.

But I can't control it.

That warm emotion, like magma in the ground, erupted suddenly and without warning from that light grip.

He was right in front of him, sleeping tiredly, how could he let him go?

He hugged him, looked closer, and could see clearly that his eyelashes were distinct, and the ends were slightly curled up in an upward arc.

His lips are light pink, and they habitually open and close slightly when he sleeps, revealing a line of white teeth, and if you look carefully, you can see the bright red tip of his tongue.

This made him look innocent and childish, without the coolness of being sober, nor the sweetness of smiling.

It's pure and pure, without the slightest defense, and completely... handed over to this bed.

This made him a little jealous of this ignorant bed.

Feng Yun looked at his long eyelashes, high nose bridge and slightly parted lips, and couldn't help but kiss him...

They never officially kissed.

In addition to lightly touching the corners of the lips on the day of the wedding, on the day of the jewelry show, when I found the ring downstairs, I accidentally wiped my lips lightly.

And that time, a restrained kiss through the quilt.

This was the first time he kissed him like this, maybe because he didn't know, he had the courage to do so.

He tasted him for the first time, and it wasn't quite the same as what he smelled.

He often has the faint tea and mint flavor of the thin cigarette he smokes.

But he himself is not, he is sweet, and the sweetness rushes directly and swiftly into Feng Yun's heart, making people almost dizzy with happiness.

But even so, he only dared to kiss him lightly, and then pressed him against his chest, not daring to move again.

When he fell asleep, his body was relaxed, and the feeling of being held in his arms was warm and soft, which made people feel very happy.

Just like this, he feels very satisfied, and this is also very good, as long as he can live with him for a lifetime, it is very good.

In any form, it's fine.

It was already evening when Ning An woke up, the last ray of sunset glow was reflected on the window, showing a dark red, which made him dazed for a long time before he roughly confirmed the current time.

He moved his body, feeling a little heavy, perhaps because he had changed his position after sleeping too deeply, his limbs were a little weak and weak.

In the dim light, he saw Feng Yun's sleeping face, that face was very handsome, with his eyebrows stretched out, very carefree.

At this moment, one of his arms was pressing heavily on his waist.

He moved his arms away and sat up with difficulty.

There were a few missed calls on the phone, some of them I knew, some I didn't know, and among them was Tan Wenyu.

He dialed, feeling back pain, sat at the desk and spoke softly to the window.

He thought Tan Wenyu was going to ask him about the interview, but he didn't expect it to be.

He asked seriously: "An An, what is the relationship between you and Feng Yun?"

Ning An frowned, not understanding why he asked such a question, he thought for a while and said, "Roommate? A close roommate?"

Tan Wenyu was silent for a while, and said, "You answered that..."

"What's wrong?" Ning An asked.

"Today, a senior in my company saw the photos we were promoting for the bridal shop, and came to me specially." He said, "He asked me if you are single?"

Ning An was stunned: "Who is it?"

"Qin Song," Tan Wenyu said, "You should know him? Music talent, pop godfather..."

"I know," Ning An said, "What did he ask me for?"

"Are you stupid?" Tan Wenyu was a little speechless: "Of course I want to pursue you."

"Do you want to chase me just by looking at the photos?" Ning An frowned: "How could Qin Song have a crush on me?"

"He's serious. He watched the popular mermaid video before and checked your information carefully," Tan Wenyu said, "If you and Feng Yun are real, I will definitely reject him directly, but the relationship between you , I am a little confused, and his offer is too good, I can't just refuse for you if I make my own proposal, what if it delays your good marriage? So I want to ask you first. "

"Feng Yun and I are relatives, there is nothing else," Ning An said after deliberation, but he felt that the expression was not quite right. He couldn't figure out what was wrong right away. He was a little annoyed and said, "But I also I don't plan to fall in love, in the future I... maybe I will leave here."

As Ning An said, he couldn't help turning his head to look back, but unexpectedly, he met Feng Yun's eyes.

In just a moment, the sunset glow in the sky dissipated, leaving only endless darkness hitting from all sides.

In the darkness, Feng Yun's eyes were particularly heavy, shining with a strange light.

He couldn't see his expression clearly, because he covered half of his face with the quilt, only showing a pair of eyes looking at him.

Seems like it's been a long time.

Ning An froze for a moment, and said to Tan Wenyu, "That's it first, I'll hang up first."

He put down the phone, a little embarrassed, and said, "Woke you up? I should go out to answer the phone."

Feng Yun waved to him: "Come here."

Ning An carefully avoided the obstacles on the ground, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, Feng Yun took his hand: "Are they going to introduce you to a boyfriend?"

"I didn't agree." Ning An said: "We have an agreement first, even if it's not true with you, I won't bring you any bad influence, don't worry."

Feng Yun's heart was in turmoil, a crazy thing collided in his heart, which made him feel uncomfortable, the feeling of wanting to destroy everything.

He wanted to hold Ning An firmly in his palm, to prevent him from shining, to prevent him from being hot, to prevent him from being seen and liked by anyone...

That kind of strong possessive desire gnawed at his heart, making him want to make a crazy move, occupying him completely, and only by marking him can he rest assured.

No, even then you can't rest assured,

He needs a promise, and he needs to promise that he can only be with him in this life.

In whatever form.

This frantic urge frightened him and reminded him of those brutal moments in the previous 20 years when he could barely bear it.

He let go of Ning An's hand suddenly, and buried his face in Ning An's lap.

"What's wrong? Feng Yun?" Ning An was a little frightened by his appearance: "Are you uncomfortable?"

He wanted to lift his face to have a look, but Feng Yun hugged his waist in the current posture.

Steam was steaming from his shoulders, his voice was a little hoarse, but very strong, almost commanding: "Don't be with others!"

The author has something to say: Yes, Ning An just handed herself over to that bed... that's all.

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