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

Feng Yun's voice was suppressed and forbearing, but there was a ferocious smell for no reason.

It was a dark disease left behind after being suppressed for too long, wanting to burst out of the chest over and over again, and forcibly suppressing it back over and over again.

It was hard enough to say it, especially when he wasn't ready for it.

He habitually wants to bear it back, but their relationship has reached the moment when they have to talk.

Confession, for most people who are very serious about their relationship, should be solemn, even with a sense of ritual, it is not so simple and easy to do.

Especially for him.

The figure stopped as expected, and even through the wide windbreaker, he could feel his back tense instantly.

Feng Yun's heart also tensed up, his eyes darkened, he casually wiped away the blood from the corner of his lips with the back of his hand, and walked towards him step by step.

Amidst the chirping and chirping of insects, time seemed to stop suddenly, and it seemed to fly across the vicissitudes of life, making Ning An feel extremely unreal at that moment.

He didn't think that Feng Yun would have any reasonable explanation, so he didn't intend to stop at all.

He asked him to give himself a reasonable explanation, just to make things difficult for him, just to stab him.

Even though he still loves him, it doesn't mean that he will pamper him without reason.

But this sentence was like a thunder, exploding in his ears.

He was so shocked that he was at a loss, and he was so shocked that he thought he had heard something wrong.

Surprised and surprised.

Even the brain seemed to be paralyzed.

His fists were clenched tightly, and what Feng Yun had said to him rang in his ears over and over again.

There was some guard and disgust on his face: "Hey, don't you fall in love with me?"

On the dim dance floor, he smiled mockingly: "You are still you, and I am still me."

"It's just a matter of face. No one cares about how the inside looks."

"..."

But now, he said, he fell in love with himself?

In his consciousness, this should not and will never happen.

Ning An frowned, he couldn't help but wanted to laugh and cry, and there was some anger and helplessness mixed in...

He had never been wronged by this, but at this moment, he felt a little wronged.

Why did he set a boundary for him, but he crossed it?

But he shook his head in the end, thinking that he probably heard it wrong.

These thoughts passed quickly, and they were entangled almost in an instant, making him feel very confused.

But Feng Yun was different.

The moment the words were spoken, the string called restraint that had been stretched was finally broken.

The emotion in his heart was also like magma gushing out, no matter how hard to suppress it, it almost burned him to ashes.

He opened his long legs, as if he was carrying the wind, he arrived behind him in a few steps, stretched out his long arms, and hugged him tightly from behind.

He hugged him very tightly, strangling his body with his hands, and embedded his whole body in his arms.

Ning An woke up from the astonishment, and broke his hand forcefully: "Feng Yun, let me go first."

Feng Yun didn't let go, his chest was burning hot, the heat tightly surrounded him through his clothes, scalded his back, and his breath brushed against his ears, making him shiver uncontrollably.

This hug carried a strong sense of aggression and possessiveness, which made him flustered.

He hung his head forward, revealing his slender neck, like a prey showing the most fatal weakness, Feng Yun could hardly bear it.

"Feng Yun," Ning An confirmed in a soft voice with doubts, "I didn't catch what you said just now."

Until now, even though he held him so tightly, he still suspected that he had heard the wrong words.

"I like you, Ning An, do you want to hear me say it again?" The voice behind was low, with a little bit of sand, not as clear as when he first met him, as if stained with something that made people blush thing.

He felt him gently rubbing his forehead against his neck, brushing his hair, and he could hardly restrain it from the itching.

Feng Yun whispered softly against his ear and said, "I love you, Ning An, it seems like it's been a long time, so long that I don't even know when it started."

Ning An's meridians were tense and aching, those words stuck to his ears, word by word, clearly, it made his scalp tingle, and he couldn't allow the slightest doubt.

And Feng Yun was still talking.

"I thought about it later," his voice was still hoarse, "it seems that from the first time I saw you, I thought you were special."

"You too..." He stopped and didn't say any more, he wanted to ask if he also liked him a little bit?

But he didn't dare to ask any more.

So she just rubbed against his neck coquettishly: "I wanted to make myself better before I told you, but now I have to."

"Feng Yun, let me go first." Ning An said again.

Feng Yun let go a little bit loosely, but still grabbed his arm, as if afraid that he would run away.

Ning An looked up at him, suppressing the complicated emotions in his heart, trying to keep his tone calm: "You reminded me again and again not to be emotional, do you remember?"

"Yes, you are very clear about how this marriage came about," Feng Yun looked back at him, and he regretted what he said at the beginning more than once, especially regretting: "I admit, at first I did have some Reverse psychology, I did something wrong, but it is true that I am in love with you."

Ning An shook his head, Feng Yun held his waist tightly again: "Don't you believe me?"

Ning An lowered his eyes, remained silent for a while, and then slowly said: "I'm sorry, this is a bit too sudden for me."

Feng Yun's eyes sank, feeling very disappointed, but his thick long eyelashes lifted up, staring at him.

He knew it himself, it was indeed a bit sudden for him.

But it is inevitable that he will feel a little hurt because of this. Doesn't he feel his love for him at all?

"Besides," Ning An pushed him away again: "This has nothing to do with what you did."

"Teacher Wang, he can't be in charge of this show anymore." Feng Yun said, and then lowered his voice very softly: "I don't want to watch you take off your clothes and let people choose."

"What do you mean?" Ning An's eyes narrowed: "This is my profession. Because I take off my clothes and get picked by others, I am shameful, or am I inferior to others?"

"You know I don't mean that." Feng Yun put his palm on half of his face, forcing him to look up at himself: "Because I love you, because I just want to keep you for myself, because I'm greedy..."

The half of his face that had been punched was swollen, making him not as good-looking as usual, and even a little embarrassed.

But his eyes have a strong impact, dark and domineering, full of power, able to strangle people.

He kissed his forehead under the moonlight: "I love you, Ning An, I really love you, and I want to live with you forever."

Ning An's heart was in turmoil, many things were not true, he didn't even know which one to argue with him first or which one was better to explain.

In comparison, the matter of him arbitrarily advocating to get rid of the show is not so important.

"Feng Yun, I think you probably transferred your grandmother's feelings to me, not necessarily love." He looked into his eyes and said slowly: "You should tidy up your Emotional."

"What?" Feng Yun blinked in astonishment, he never thought that Ning An would think so.

"My feelings for you and grandma are different," he frowned. "I love her old man, respect her, and be attached to him, but I love you because I want to possess you, from the inside out..."

Ning An couldn't hear such words, and didn't understand why he suddenly became so shameless.

He raised his hand to cover his lips in a panic, but he took the opportunity to kiss the palm of his hand, and moved away in a panic.

His shy look made Feng Yun feel more relaxed. He lowered his head and kissed the tip of his nose.

Ning An wanted to escape, but Feng Yun became strong and domineering, he said: "We are already married, Ning An, you can't escape."

"It's all fake, we made an agreement." Ning An was not fooled, he broke away from Feng Yun's embrace, and said softly: "There are some things that you really don't understand."

"Tell me," Feng Yun looked at him: "I can understand after you say it."

But what to say?

Said he came from another world, maybe he will go back?

If that's the case, will the original Ning An come back?What if he does come back?

And he didn't dare to say such an incredible thing.

In sci-fi movies, such a person might be caught doing experiments, which is very sad.

Or, being treated as a floating lonely soul is scary.

Or, did he never think that there would be such a thing as love with Feng Yun?

When he came here, his first thought was survival, followed by his dream.

Feng Yun said not to covet him, even though he had a good impression of him at first, but after he said that, he never thought about it again.

He has never liked anyone, and he doesn't know what it feels like to like someone.

Although the feeling towards Feng Yun is very different, he has always regarded that feeling as family affection and dependence in another world.

Love, he never thought about it, it was too extravagant and unrealistic for him.

He was silent, and met Shang Feng Yun's burning gaze.

His face was swollen badly, but his eyes were still bright, looking at him even greedily.

It made him feel confused and itchy, scared and panicked.

He wanted to run away, but he didn't. He has always been like this, with an almost naive bravery.

They stared at each other for a while without moving.

In the end, Ning An reached out and stroked Feng Yun's swollen cheek, and said softly, "I'm sorry, I..."

"If you can calm down," Feng Yun pressed his hand on his injured cheek, endured the pain and said, "I'm willing to hit harder."

"Give me some time, Feng Yun." Ning An said wearily, "Let me think about it."

Feng Yun wrapped him in his arms again, and whispered in his ear: "Well, it's just that you don't want to be with others, and don't leave me."

He kissed the tip of his ear, as if that would be enough.

Ning An felt a little sad. When Feng Yun was easily satisfied, he was easily distressed.

He hesitated and hugged his waist back, Feng Yun seemed to be encouraged, and hugged him even harder into his arms.

Just holding him like this, feeling his body temperature, he can feel safe and happy, which is really satisfying.

Ning An frowned and sank into his arms, he felt like he was slow to react: "Don't do this in the future, Feng Yun, don't make any decisions for me, I have my own ideas and arrangements."

Feng Yun buried the tip of his nose in his hair, rubbed it lightly, but didn't speak.

In fact, he wanted to arrange many, many things for him, but now it was as if he had found something lost, he dared not say anything, he just wanted to hug him like this.

When he rejected others, he was indifferent and ruthless, but when he fell in love, he was pitifully stupid like an ignorant child.

"I want to kiss you, Ning An," he asked dreamily in his ear, "Can I kiss you?"

He raised his face and looked at his lips, his eyes were dark and he couldn't see to the bottom.

Ning An glared at him, then lowered his head.

He hugged him too tightly, even if he lowered his head, he could only touch his chin and chest, closely connected with him.

Ning An broke free from his arms: "Feng Yun, give me some time to think about it, I may not..."

Feng Yun covered his lips, not wanting him to continue talking, he said: "Let's go home."

Ning An hesitated for a moment, but still nodded.

"Don't say you don't have a home in the future." Feng Yun grabbed his hand and rubbed the wedding ring on his left ring finger: "My home is your home."

Ning An didn't speak.

Feng Yun said again: "Not only my home is your home, but everything about me is willing to share with you."

The smile in his eyes was gentle and joyful.

I feel happy because I can openly share everything I have with him.

On the way back, Ning An fell asleep.

In the dark carriage, his brows were tightly frowned, as if he couldn't relax for a moment even in his sleep.

Feng Yun parked the car on the side of the road, leaned over and half hugged him, and gently rubbed the space between his brows until he completely relaxed.

Just like that time, Ning An smelled him in his sleep, and couldn't help leaning towards him.

"You also like me a little bit?"

He asked him very lightly, with some unconcealable sadness in his eyes.

People are always very greedy. At first, they only dared to love him secretly, but now they want him to respond quickly.

Want to entangle with him wantonly, go out with each other, want to kiss him in front of everyone, and declare his ownership of him.

The way he fell asleep was still the same, with a little naivety.

Let him bow his head involuntarily, and gently kissed the corner of his lips.

He promised him that he would give him time, but he would not be so obedient and just give him time.

The author has something to say: This kind of entanglement and confusion is really not easy to write.It was difficult for me to write, but it should be much easier later.

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