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

A series of questioning was like beating on the apex of his heart, making him so nervous that his palms were slightly sweaty.

Feng Yun bent down and buried his face in Ning An's chest through the thin layer.

His smell, his body temperature, his heartbeat are all soothing and gentle.

His heart rushed left and right in his breath, and finally broke out with difficulty.

Those invisible and surging things were finally suffocated deep in his own chest.

He has long been used to the fact that his emotions are only related to himself, so he doesn't feel particularly painful or sad.

On the contrary, he was even a little thankful that he still had Ning An to rely on.

Even through a thin blanket, when he buried his face in Ning An's chest, he could still clearly feel the psychological comfort of being gently comforted.

A thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead, Feng Yun rested his head on Ning An's chest, and sat up slowly for a long time.

Countless times, he had looked at his own face in the mirror, and the person inside was like a hungry wolf, ferocious and desperate.

But no matter how difficult and painful, he always has a way to let himself slowly dissipate and digest those emotions.

If we use the four seasons as a metaphor, then his life is like a long autumn, and the leaves about emotions fall to the feet one by one, blend into the mud, and step on the feet.

No one noticed, no one knew.

But he also has some spring stubbornness, twisting his energy there to accumulate strength, waiting for the right opportunity, he will break out of the ground.

It's not hopeless, such as Ning An, such as games, such as the love and emotions that he is not willing to control him...

He needs to keep these precious things on his own branches, and not let them wither easily.

The sky was bright and the sun broke through the clouds. A small bird with black feathers and white beak stopped on the window sill, pecking lightly on the glass window with its pointed beak, making a crisp sound.

It's not a beep, it's not a chug, it's an indescribable but vivid voice.

Feng Yun turned his head to look over, and met the bird's beady eyes.

The bird seemed to be frightened, tilted its head and looked at Feng Yun for a moment, then flapped its wings and flew away.

Feng Yun felt that the bird probably came to look for Ning'an.

Looking at his sleeping face, he felt that he was even cuter, so cute that even the birds liked him.

It was getting late, and he finally touched his forehead with his lips again before leaving reluctantly.

There is still a very important meeting today, he can't be late, let alone absent from work.

Shirts, suits, ties, watches, cufflinks...

Wearing them one by one, they were like perfect and cold weapons. When he went out, he turned back into that indifferent and strong Feng Yun again.

Even in Chu He, a huge enterprise with an intricate network of relationships, his coldness and iron-blooded tactics have already shocked most people.

His fragility and childishness can only be exposed in front of one person, not in other places or in front of other people.

On Friday afternoon, it was still triumphant, with three sides of "Yan You You Yan".

The review is exactly the same as on the second side, except that a new designer has been added.

To our great disappointment, Wang Rong did not come.

A good friend of his teacher, Mr. Brad, who is also his elder, a well-known British designer held a show in New York and specially invited him over.

Wang Rong couldn't refuse, he had already flown to New York, and Zheng Wenze came on his behalf.

Like a real show, the full set of makeup has been put on, and the clothes have already been modified to fit the model's body shape.

After a set is matched, it is stacked together with the respective mold cards.

This was the first time Ning An wore Wang Rong's costume on such an occasion, and he was unavoidably a little excited like a little fan touching his idol's hand.

He really admires Wang Rong.

Wang Rong is so low-key that few photos have been circulated, and even more low-key, he has never announced his design philosophy.

However, even if it is just a shirt that is so simple that it is difficult to play with it, he can do it so that people have to admire it.

The comfort and fit are like the second skin of the human body, and his intentions can be seen everywhere.

Every radian and fit of the body can draw out the most beautiful lines, and every detail is exquisite and impeccable.

Fashion elements are combined in every stitch and thread, but low-key to just right.

He is not like some people, such as his good friend Zheng Wenze, who puts out many things clearly, with the pride and superiority of showing off skills.

He is just making a piece of clothing seriously, so that people who wear this piece of clothing can feel comfortable and experience beauty.

No matter how advanced his fashion sense is, he has never used those talents that others can't ask for to steal the show, but has always used them to serve his ideas and his customers.

In the process of Dresser dressing Ning An, amidst these messy thoughts, he suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment.

Except for the exquisite makeup and clothing on the three sides, the other forms are very simple.

Sixteen models in groups of four completed the simplest fashion show under the lights and music, in the sight of the judges.

Before the announcement of the results, there was a small episode in the judges' seat. Fatty Wei and Zheng Wenze had a dispute.

Everyone waited quietly, although a little surprised, but politely kept quiet, waiting for the final result to be released.

Fatty Wei and Zheng Wenze argued for a long time in low voice, and it ended with Fatty Wei, who has always been strong, making a compromise.

During this process, Ning An already sensed something, because Fatty Wei cast his eyes on him several times.

But Zheng Wenze did not.

He knew that one of them probably didn't want to use him, but the other was very persistent.

The female model standing closest to him also sensed something, and touched his elbow lightly, probably to express comfort.

In the end, Ning An and Tian Xiaoci failed to leave together, and Ning An was eliminated.

Tian Xiaoci and several other hired models were retained by the organizer to communicate some follow-up matters.

Although he had thought about it many times, Ning An's brain was numb when the result came out.

How happy he was when he put on the clothes made by Wang Rong himself, and how disappointed he was at this moment.

But he quickly adjusted his mood. When Tian Xiaoci came up to hug him, he smiled and cheered for him as usual.

Tian Xiaoci was a little sad, but didn't say much.

Since embarking on this path, they have long been used to being selected and eliminated.

No matter how good you are, there will always be designers or organizers who don't accept you because of their personal preferences.

It is also possible to be replaced by an external model for no reason after you have already participated in the rehearsal and put in a lot of effort, time and energy.

In this line, it seems that no matter what happens, it is normal.

The interview this time was in the afternoon, and it was just getting dark when Ning An went out.

With no acquaintance around him, he no longer has to be tense.

He pursed his lips and walked out, and was stuffed with a business card by an agent of a third-rate modeling agency, who said that he had several well-known clients who were very interested in him.

He didn't even realize what the other party meant by "interest".

It wasn't until he walked out of the hotel gate and under the eaves that he realized that he silently threw the business card into the trash can.

The sky was drizzled according to the occasion, and he touched his bag only to find that he didn't bring an umbrella.

The bright orange light of the street lamps shone on the steps of the hotel. It was supposed to be warm, but it gave people a sense of desolation and desolation like late autumn.

How can it not be lost?After all, I have waited for so long and prepared for so long.

But there is no other way.

He remembered that Feng Yun said that Chu He's underwear show was also hosted by Wang Rong, so he also voted for the model card just in case.

Received an interview call last week.

No matter how bad it is, I can still wait for another half a year, wait for the autumn show, or study abroad, or work as an assistant designer at Fang Jin's request...

He could have many paths, but suddenly he felt a sense of panic, wandering around and having nowhere to stay.

Like when I first came to this world, I felt abandoned, floating alone in this world, with no home to return to.

He lit a cigarette, stood on the steps, lowered his brows and eyes, and organized his thoughts, letting the drizzle wet the ends of his hair.

Feng Yun was sitting in the car, looking at his figure, the loneliness he felt when he saw him for the first time came back.

He looked at him through the drizzle, and could only see the flickering of the cigarette butt, and saw his thin jaw being illuminated by the shimmer of the cigarette butt.

Today's him seems to overlap with that day's him again, lonely and helpless.

He knew that although he looked colder, he was not heavy, but full of vigorous vitality and upward force.

Something that can make him show such a depressed mood must really make him feel bad.

And he also overlapped with himself that day. Even though time and space were separated, the him today and the him that day chose to focus on him the same way.

Some things, perhaps from the moment we first met, have been destined.

All the struggle, all the self-doubt, was futile.

The difference is that at that time, he was still far away from him, but now, he is very close to him.

Close enough to share the weight of his body, and to bear the pain of life with him, and finally walk to glory with him.

Since he entered Triumph, he didn't listen to his words and leave, but waited here for him all afternoon.

After all, this is a crucial battle for him.

If he wins, he will give him blessings as soon as possible; if he loses, he will hug him as soon as possible.

Feng Yun heavily pressed the cigarette butt between his fingers into the ashtray, then pushed the door to get out of the car, and walked towards him step by step in the drizzle.

Ning An didn't notice him, and his eyes were fixed on a small piece of steps that were wet by the rain.

Until the drizzle on his head stopped, until he fell into a warm and familiar embrace.

He didn't turn around to look at him, but still smiled habitually: "Why are you here?"

"Come here after get off work." Feng Yun said, "I just saw you coming out."

Ning An was silent for a while, and finally said: "I lost the election."

"It's okay," he clasped his shoulders: "We still have a way."

Ning An nodded, and buried her wet hair into Feng Yun's chest, showing her fragile side that was rarely exposed: "Let's go home, Feng Yun, I'm a little tired."

Feng Yun's lips gently brushed against his black hair.

He thought, he couldn't wait any longer, when Wang Rong came back, it was time to make an appointment with him and let them meet.

The drizzle hit the car window, leaving a little mottled trace, and then slowly merged into a tiny trickle, winding down.

The roadside stalls selling Mala Tang are still operating with plastic tents in the drizzle. The curling heat leaks out from the gaps in the tents, and the wet white mist spreads in all directions, like the warmest fireworks in the world.

Since coming here, Ning An has never indulged himself in food.

But today, he tugged at the corner of Feng Yun's clothes: "Feng Yun, let's go eat Malatang."

Feng Yun found a place to park the car, and the two ducked into the small tent on the side of the street in the drizzle.

There were a lot of people sitting inside, and it was very warm.

The boss and the proprietress were busy, and there was a small table next to it, and a seven or eight-year-old child was doing homework on it.

Many people couldn't help but look at them a few more times. Ning An chose some green vegetables and added two beef balls, Feng Yun randomly chose some, and the two sat in the corner.

But the self-discipline in his bones is hard to change. Ning An only ate half of it, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead, and his lips were dyed bright red by the pepper.

"I feel much better, Feng Yun." He put down his chopsticks, and smiled under the light, pears swirled at the corners of his lips, and in the simple Mala Tang shed, the drizzle was crackling above his head, like an unknown song , making time quiet: "In fact, I already knew that I might be eliminated, so I shouldn't be so sad."

Feng Yun glanced at him suspiciously: "It's really much better?"

"Well, after eating Malatang, I feel very happy." Ning An lit a cigarette and watched him eat with a smile, "And I actually received an interview notice for Chu He's underwear show a few days ago. If today is over, don't go."

"Underwear show?" Feng Yun stopped his chopsticks and frowned slightly.

"Well, look, it's actually not bad, it's not that bad." Ning An smiled, feeling a little hypocritical, and made a rare excuse for himself: "If it doesn't rain today, I'm sure I won't be sad."

Wang Rong flew back two days later. After finishing the backlog of work, he immediately asked his assistant to contact the organizer of the fashion show to meet with the newly appointed models.

Once again, he needed to adjust the size and details of the garments according to their traits and body types.

After the assistant arranged, he sent the model cards and corresponding materials of several new models to his office.

Wang Rong read it again and was a little puzzled: "Is there something wrong?"

"No." The assistant paused for a moment, not quite understanding why he asked: "These are the ones sent by the organizer."

Wang Rong nodded: "Understood."

"Also," said the assistant, "Two days ago, E**EN's Director Su called and asked you to make an appointment for this year's magazine clothing and styling. The official invitation has been sent to your email."

MEN is the leading domestic first-line magazine, and the director Su Da is Wang Rong's senior in college, so every year Wang Rong cooperates with them for a magazine issue.

Wang Rong heard it, but didn't say anything. He just called Fatty Wei.

He had some expectations for Ning An, but he didn't know his name.

So he said: "There is a model who makes a kilt, how did it get rejected?"

"You should ask Mr. Zheng, the old man refuses to use him." Fatty Wei was silent for a moment: "At that time, even seven or five of him were optimistic about that kid. I don't know why he insisted that the other party is not suitable for you. Clothing style, he came on your behalf, so we chose to respect his opinion in the end."

Wang Rong hung up the phone, held a pen between his fingers, frowned slightly and sank into the office chair, as if he was thinking about a long time ago.

After a while, he made another call and went out.

Opposite is Su Da: "The busy man finally has time to give me an answer?"

Wang Rong smiled and cut straight to the point: "Can I choose the model for this shoot?"

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