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

Feng Yun stood in front of the window on the second floor for a long time before seeing Ning An come out.

In front of Chu and the huge building, his back looks very thin and thin.

The assistant called him nervously in a low voice, but he didn't seem to hear it. He just focused his eyes on the figure downstairs.

His appearance, projected in the assistant's eyes, has a strange sense of contradiction, greed and restraint, fanaticism and abstinence, so complex that it is difficult to interpret.

He looked at the straight figure, covered his lips and bent down. After his shoulders trembled for a long time, he slowly raised his head.

Like watching the sky.

Also like holding back tears.

Then he took out his sunglasses, put them on, and walked out without hesitation.

That back is so thin, even if it is straight, it can't hide the bleakness, it is lonely, and it is extremely tenacious.

Feng Yun's heart suddenly panicked, it was throbbing with pain, it was hard to say whether it was regret or something.

This was the first time he used his power to influence Ning An's choice, but he was not happy.

He saw his sadness, but he seemed to be many, many times more sad than him.

It's just that if he was asked to choose again, he felt that he would probably still make the same choice.

This is something he can't control, and for him, an extremely strong desire for monopoly.

From the moment he heard that he was going to participate in the underwear show, he wanted to tell him, don't go!

At that time, they were sitting in the temporary canopy and eating Malatang. He lit a cigarette and said happiness with a smile.

His heart softened instantly, and became a pool of water in a lake in spring, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, with blue waves rippling.

And his smiling face was also reflected in his eyes, at such a beautiful and gentle moment, he couldn't say hurtful words.

The first time he talked about happiness, his happiness was so simple, he couldn't bear to break it.

He even thought that as long as he lasted until the end of the side, he would be eliminated under a pretense and let him give up.

But at the beginning of the interview downstairs, Wang Rong told him on the phone that the underwear show can only be handed over to other designers in the company.

He was temporarily invited by two large-scale foreign fashion shows, and he needed to fly abroad with Chu He and his own works for two weeks. The remaining time was only enough to finish his own show, and he really didn't have much energy to take care of other things.

In fact, Wang Rong was not in charge of the underwear show at first, but a female designer.

It's just that after the female designer was halfway through the preparations, something went wrong with her body, and she needed further inspection and training.

Other designers have already arranged a lot of work, and only Wang Rong has the most flexible time.

So he was originally a temporary takeover.

Recently, the female designer came back, and through further puncture inspection, it was found that it was just a false alarm, so Wang Rongcai accepted the invitation of these two international shows, and returned the original work to the female designer.

Feng Yun was holding the phone in his hand, Wang Rong's gentle voice was in his ears, but Ning An's smiling face was in his mind:

"I actually received an interview notice for Chu He's underwear show. I thought I wouldn't go if today passed."

"Look, it's actually okay, it's not that bad."

He didn't even have time to think about it, so he went straight downstairs with his assistant.

He wanted to make it through, but when he saw the models being picked in only their underwear, he realized he couldn't.

He can't watch him get picked, judged, eliminated in front of other people with his clothes off.

As a model, Ning An might not think that there is anything to it, it is his profession, and he has his professionalism.

But he can't, as a man, or a man who loves him, he can't do it.

The decision was made hastily and was not pretty, but at that time he couldn't care less.

He lowered his eyes and watched the figure gradually go away, the assistant's voice finally broke through the barrier and reached his ears: "President Feng?"

Feng Yun turned his head, on the surface calm, but the corners of his lips were tightly pursed.

The assistant said cautiously: "There is another meeting..."

Feng Yun nodded, but said in his mouth: "Notify all departments of the postponement of the meeting for me."

He drove slowly behind him, if Ning An wasn't so in a trance, maybe it would be easy to spot him.

But now, his whole heart is empty, and he has no extra energy to focus on other things.

He walked aimlessly for a long time, maybe tired, he stopped at the bus station.

He was wearing sunglasses and couldn't see his expression clearly, but he unconsciously exuded a cold and xenophobic aura.

When the bus came, he didn't even look at it, but followed the crowd and got on the bus.

Feng Yun silently followed behind, the car went farther and farther, and further ahead was the factory area in the suburbs, where the population became sparser.

Ning An got off at the terminal.

On both sides are well-greened small parks, with fragrant flowers and plants, and shaded by trees, which is a good place for outings.

It's just that the sky is getting dark now, and the place is too remote. Several people who got off the bus from the terminal quickly disappeared in different directions.

Become lonely and empty.

Feng Yun parked the car far away and looked at Ning An.

He walked slowly, as if he didn't know where he was going, and finally got off the road, and sat down next to a tree in a small park.

He curled himself into a small ball, wrapped his arms around his knees, and buried his face in them, like a lonely and helpless child.

Feng Yun's heart felt uncomfortable, and his eyes were red through the car window.

He regretted it, regretted it terribly.

The sky gradually darkened, but Ning An remained motionless, as if sitting like a statue.

Feng Yun took out his mobile phone to call him, the call got through, but he didn't answer.

It was completely dark, insects were chirping, the moon and stars were sparse, it should have been a very good night.

If it was normal, they might have been sitting together talking and laughing at dinner at this moment...

Feng Yun opened the door and got out of the car, walking towards him step by step.

He walked in front of him, half-kneeled and squatted down, covering the top of his hair with his palms.

Ning An trembled, but did not move.

"Go home," Feng Yun said, his voice a little hoarse: "Ning An, good boy, let's go home."

Ning An finally raised his head, and he looked at him with cold eyes, colder than the cold stars in the sky.

That gaze was like substance, and in the darkness, it turned into two clusters of sharp arrows that shot straight at his heart.

Feng Yun endured the pain in his heart, and looked at him with pursed lips. He wanted to reach out to hug him, but he coldly pushed his hand away.

He was originally cold, but now with his cold eyes, Feng Yun's heart was frozen, he said softly: "You know all about it?"

"Yes, I know everything." Ning An said with a dry voice.

He lowered his head again and said, "You go back and don't worry about me from now on."

Feng Yun's breathing became short, and he tried his best to suppress his emotions, but his eyes still couldn't help turning red. The corners of his lips were tightly pursed, and he looked at him stubbornly without saying a word.

"Also," Ning An added, "What I said to you doesn't count."

It was as if the heart had been strangled by a big hand, the juice was overflowing, and the blood was dripping.

There is nothing more cruel than this.

For a moment, Feng Yun even felt that his heart stopped beating, it was a feeling of suffocation.

He said with difficulty: "Ning An, I..."

"I" what?He is not innocent!

Ning An looked at him, his eyes were cold and sharp, choking his words in his throat.

He lowered his eyes, and finally reached out and grabbed his thin shoulder: "Ning An, you don't want me anymore, do you?"

His voice trembled violently, and those beautiful eyes looked at him with restraint and forbearance.

Ning An found that even now, she still couldn't help being soft-hearted towards him, and still didn't want to say anything cruel to him.

But he still said it.

He spoke slowly, with an undisguised frustration in his voice: "I have never had anything to do with you, and you know very well in your heart that in your life, one more of me is not much, and one less of me is not much, There's nothing you want, and I can't afford it either."

He thought of those artificially bred stupid fish in Chu He's pool downstairs, and he was just as stupid as those fish.

Being teased in the palm of his hand, but he didn't realize it.

This realization made him uncomfortable.

But he didn't want to pursue it any further, everything seemed so meaningless.

He ruthlessly pushed him away, and wanted to get up and leave, but because of sitting for too long, the blood was blocked, his legs were sore and numb, and he almost fell down.

Feng Yun took advantage of the situation and hugged him tightly into his arms.

He pinched his chin, his eyes were dark and deep, and his tone was strong and cold: "You can't let me go, you said, I will have you in the future, you give me your arms, you can't give me hope and take it away .”

Ning An wanted to break free, but he was tightly bound around his waist, as if he was nailed firmly, unable to move at all.

Feng Yun pinched his chin and lifted his face up. Under the twilight of the stars and moon, half of Feng Yun's face was hidden in the darkness, while the other half was covered with moonlight.

Those extremely gorgeous eyebrows and eyes seemed to be stained with deep sadness and despair, and the emotions carried great power and appeal, almost swallowing him.

He thought that he was probably really stupid, even more stupid than those fish, and he still felt sorry for him at this time?

Could it be that he is really so obsessed with playing the role of his "grandmother"?

He couldn't move his body, and he couldn't move his jaw, so he could only close his eyes tightly, not looking at him.

If you don't read his words, you won't be influenced by him, and your heart won't soften.

"Let's go home, be good, I'll listen to you if you want to beat me or scold me back," Feng Yun said again, his breath sprayed on the tip of his nose, warm and moist: "Don't say you don't want me, okay? Anything else is fine. "

"I don't have a home, Feng Yun." Ning An's eyelashes trembled violently, and he suppressed for a long while and said, "From the beginning to the end, that is your home and has nothing to do with me."

Feng Yun was stunned.

Ning An didn't struggle, but hurt him with words: "You let me go, is it interesting to play me?"

Feng Yun was in so much pain that he was about to tremble.

He couldn't help but lower his head and kiss his eyelashes, so that he could feel more comfortable.

After a long while of silence, he laughed at himself a little short and sadly: "I'm kidding you? How come?"

"Then, tell me, what do you mean by stabbing me behind your back when you treat me so well on the surface? Tell me why you did this?" Ning An's eyes were still cold, and there was a mocking smile, bringing Provocatively: "If you can explain it, I will go back with you."

The knife hanging above his head finally fell, and he couldn't help himself to choose, Feng Yun pursed his lips and didn't know what to say.

He looked down at Ning An with a strange look in his eyes, which seemed to be both funny and sad.

Ning An was enraged by his gaze, he punched him hard in the face, took the opportunity to break away from his embrace, and strode out.

He didn't want to stay with him for a moment anymore, the smell on his body used to make him so attached, now he just felt ridiculed.

Feng Yun's face was turned away from the blow, a streak of blood spilled from the corner of his lips, and he looked at his back.

Facing the back, his voice was still suppressed and forbearing: "Why do you say I am? Because I fucking love you, so I went crazy. Are you satisfied with this answer?"

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