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

The light of the wine is soft and ambiguous, but also bold and straightforward.

It hits people's hearts just right, lazy and itchy, making people easily decadent and excited.

Qin Wenyu and Tian Xiaoci had already arrived and were stuck in the middle of a booth.

The deck on that side was round, and a table was surrounded by several girls.

They are rolling the dice.

Tan Wenyu played with all kinds of tricks, and the girls who were constantly teasing were curious and excited, chirping and wanting to stop.

Laughter exploded at their table like fireworks, puff after puff, rising high into the sky, rippling with happiness.

Tian Xiaoci seldom came to this kind of occasion to play, he was like those girls, with crooked eyebrows and smiling eyes, looking novel and excited.

He was so eye-catching, not only the girls at the same table, but even a few girls at the next table were secretly looking at him.

He didn't realize it at all, his eyes were fixed on Tan Wenyu's hand all the time, and he couldn't take his eyes off it.

After a few glasses of wine, the girls at the next table exchanged a few words in a low voice, head to head, followed by uncontrollable laughter and booing.

One of the girls, who was dressed boldly and looked beautiful, stood up with a glass of wine, staggered to Tian Xiaoci's side, and leaned half of her body on his arm as if she was exhausted: "Little brother, you are born, why don't you want me?" Have a drink together?"

Tian Xiaoci has experienced the most rigorous interview, even if she only wears briefs to walk the catwalk in front of the examiner, she is not afraid at all.

But at this moment, he was cramped and flustered to support the girl who was half limp on his body, which made people think of the young deer in the forest.

Simple and ignorant, not experienced in the world.

Laughter rang in his ears, low at first, and then developed into a roar of laughter.

A girl bent over laughing, lying on her partner's lap and rubbing her stomach...

Tian Xiaoci pursed the corners of her lips and blushed, her beautiful peach eyes forced herself to look at Tan Wenyu calmly.

Tan Wenyu pulled him to his side amusedly: "I'm sorry, sisters, this is the first time my younger brother has come out to play, so please show your respect."

"Yo! Yo!"

The booing sounded, and the girls understood very well, looked at them ambiguously and smiled: "Brother? Is it really a brother? What kind of brother?"

Tan Wenyu was thick-skinned, with a smile on Jun's face, without changing his expression: "What kind of younger brother do you think is the kind of younger brother!"

Ning An watched this scene from a long distance, and couldn't help laughing. He raised his hand to them as a greeting.

The girls who were warming up the field had also arrived, and they were laughing and playing games with others.

The night has just begun, and the atmosphere here is quietly heating up.

Ning An found a seat by the window and sat. He pushed the window open a bit, knocked out a cigarette, lowered his head and lit it.

The tension in my heart was slightly relaxed when the cool mint breath of tobacco hit my heart.

If he can meet Feng Yun smoothly today, then this will be the first time he meets him as his fiancé.

In fact, it was the first time they actually met.

He sank into the deck, lowered his eyes, and was silent.

After taking a few puffs of the cigarette, it was sandwiched between the fingers, and a thin wisp of smoke curled up, winding and escaping from the fingertips.

The expression is cold and indifferent, revealing the breath of abstinence.

Many people were staring sideways, and some were eager to try, but his aura of not getting close to strangers was really a bit daunting.

No one knew that the depths of his heart were filled with unspeakable uneasiness and uneasiness.

In fact, Ning An didn't quite understand Feng Yun, to be precise, it was the mentality of the Feng family.

When he first proposed marriage on behalf of others, he was not sure whether the Feng family would agree.

It's just that such an opportunity is in front of him, no matter whether they agree or not, he has to try it.

Unexpectedly, the Feng family not only agreed, but also quickly set a date for the wedding.

Everything came unexpectedly!

It was only after this step that this matter became real in Ning An's heart.

The doubts and apprehensions that I had no time to think about in the future also came out one after another.

Even though the two parents didn't clearly decide which child it was, but see you after many years, both of them defaulted to Ning Hao.

The Ning family's replacement was just a loophole. Even if the Feng family disagreed, no one could say a word about it.

In particular, Ning An's character and style are quite bad, no matter who he is, he is not a good match, let alone Feng Yun?

With Feng Yun's talent and appearance, why should he underestimate Ning'an?

Ning An couldn't figure it out.

The wedding day was getting closer, and no one in the family was particularly urging him.

One is that Ning An is indeed too busy. A while ago, there were shows one after another, and there were rehearsals of various levels before the official opening of each show.

Not to mention that some shows are still out of town, Ning An has lost a lot of weight.

Second, Sun Lanxin is also very guilty.

After all, the younger son was acquiesced in this marriage, and it was not about the elder son's business. She felt a little guilty towards Ning An in her heart.

Therefore, from the beginning to the end, she only gave Ning An a few words.

Ning An didn't resist in the slightest, just smiled and said that after finishing her work for a while, she discussed the preparations with Feng Yun, reassuring her.

The situation on his side is very simple, as for Feng Yun's side, it is unknown.

He never contacted Feng Yun, and Feng Yun never contacted him.

Judging from Feng Yun's performance, Ning An can basically be sure that he is resistant to this marriage.

Marriage is a major event in life, she clearly resists, but still agrees, Feng Yun's attitude is intriguing.

Ning An could understand Feng Yun's resistance, of course he himself would not be so naive as to think that he could gain a relationship through this.

Everything is expedient, he is, and it is best for Feng Yun to be too.

In this way, the relationship between them may be much simpler in the future.

The soot accumulated for a long time, and he flicked it with his fingertips, revealing the scarlet sparks inside.

The last puff was sucked hard into his lungs, and he pushed the butt into the ashtray as the smoke circled and escaped towards the window.

Seemingly pinching the point, the waiter put a glass of cocktail in front of him.

The orange transparent liquid was contained in a tall champagne glass, and the lights flickered and rippled, slowly pulling him back from his thoughts.

The waiter smiled and tilted his head: "That gentleman ordered it for you."

Ning An looked sideways, and saw a 26-year-old man looking at him and smiling. The man looked elegant and majestic, with the chicness of a young man and the charm of a mature man.

He got up to meet Ning An's gaze, walked over holding the wine glass in his hand, and sat directly opposite him: "Is it convenient to get to know each other? I'm Fang Jin."

Ning An looked down at the wine glass in front of him, it was a glass of Mimosa, it tasted elegant, sweet with a slight sourness, it was delicious.

In his impression, this should be the wine that girls prefer to drink.

He thanked politely: "Thank you."

Then he added: "My name is Ning An."

Fang Jin smiled: "The first time I saw you, I thought this wine was very suitable for you."

Ning An was startled, a little puzzled, he looked at the orange liquid in his hand, smiled very shallowly, and didn't ask any further questions.

Fang Jin was a little surprised: "Aren't you curious, why do I think so?"

Ning An shook his head, not out of curiosity, but what he thought had nothing to do with him.

And everyone has different ideas, so it's not something he can care about.

He bowed his head and took a sip, commenting: "Very refreshing."

Fang Jin said: "To be precise, it is cold, but there is also sweet and sour in the coldness, although it is fresh, it is delicious."

Ning An wasn't sure whether he was talking about people or wine, so he smiled noncommittally and didn't respond.

At eight o'clock, the band performed on the stage on time, and Tan Wenyu finally broke out and came to touch Ning An's shoulders.

Ning An apologized to Fang Jin, got up and followed him to the stage.

The girls who were warming up were more relaxed than the boys, whistled, cheered, and danced wildly with the music, quickly raising the atmosphere to a high point.

In the midst of feasting and feasting, the passionate music kicked off, and the faces of people became blurred and ambiguous. From the body to the soul, it was rare to relax and fly.

Time passed very quickly amidst the hustle and bustle, Ning An danced two dances on the dance floor, and it was already eleven o'clock.

He withdrew from the dance floor and sat down to rest in a corner, and someone came to invite him to dance again, it was Fang Jin.

Ning An stood up with a smile, wanting to thank him for the glass of wine, but before he stood up straight, a tall figure appeared from the corner of his eyes.

Ning An's smile disappeared, he turned his head to look seriously for a moment, and then said apologetically to Fang Jin, "I'm sorry, the person I was waiting for is here."

Fang Jin felt a little regretful: "Is it convenient to leave a contact information? I like you very much. If it is convenient, we can be friends."

Ning An smiled lightly: "I'm sorry, but our fate doesn't seem to be enough."

Fang Jin nodded, and didn't force it anymore. It would be a bit abrupt to ask for contact information on this occasion.

The music was too loud, and Ning An saw that figure sitting down against the stage, resting his chin on one hand, and raising the wine glass to his lips with the other.

The amber liquid slid across his lips, and he glanced casually across the dance floor.

Ning An walked over, and when he was five or six steps away from Feng Yun, he met his eyes.

At that moment, he could clearly feel his heartbeat.

Feng Yun didn't move, squinted slightly, and raised his head to see him approaching step by step.

Ning An was wearing white jeans, the trousers were just right to pull out his slender legs, and the retro-style coffee-colored belt was covered with a thin circle of metal chains, shining dimly.

The hem of the dark green silk shirt was loosely tied into the narrow waist, and it shone with the unique soft luster of the material under the light.

The waist that was lined became more and more unbearable.

The buttons on the top of the shirt are undone, and the neckline is slightly open, revealing the fiery red tangled roses tattooed in the hollow of the collarbone.

It seems that the dark green shirt has absorbed the essence and aura of this person, and watered it into fiery red flowers, which are enchanting and warm.

It echoes with the ruby ​​earrings on the ears, and the brilliance is bright.

He walked slowly, with an elegant posture. The clothes and accessories made him look slender, noble, and slightly uninhibited and rebellious.

But his demeanor was still cold, and he suppressed all the enchanting things, making them his exclusive accessories like the waist chain, earrings, and the leather cord and silver bracelet on his wrist.

His hair was different from the light blonde that he saw for the first time, it was dyed back to black, looking innocent and harmless.

It's just that because of playing crazy, the forehead hair is a little messy. .

At this moment, he looked at him with clear eyes, and stretched out his hand to him: "Can I ask you to dance?"