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

Ning An was embraced by Feng Yun, with his forehead resting on his shoulder, his brain was already not very clear, as if he was floating on a cloud when he moved.

But he could clearly feel the scalding temperature on Feng Yun's body and the familiar citrus scent, those were too warm.

He was a little attached to such an embrace.

Feng Yun's voice was close to his ear, speaking very softly, although his reaction was a beat slower, he could still hear it.

Hearing that he said that his heart hurts, he stupidly raised his hand to cover his heart, and rubbed it lightly: "I'll rub it for you, and it won't hurt anymore."

The phrase "knead for you" is like opening the floodgates of memory.

That time Ning An also said, "Rub it for you," but he was severely defeated by himself.

But thinking about it now, it made his mouth dry and his heart pounding in his chest.

Ning An's hand rubbed his heart lightly, with little strength and softness, but it made his whole body feel like an electric shock, and even his breathing became hot and rapid.

He closed his eyes, raised his hand to press the back of his head, and carefully felt his palm, which was weak due to drunkenness, and rubbed his heart so gently, hoping that he would stop the pain.

But the pain got worse and worse.

I really want to keep holding him like this.

But Ning An was a little anxious. He rubbed for a while, only to feel that the heart under his palm was beating faster and faster, faster and faster, as if the pain was unbearable, and he was struggling with all his strength.

Feng Yun's embrace was too warm, it evaporated his alcohol.

He had a severe headache and was extremely anxious, so he raised his head and looked at him pitifully.

There was a layer of water mist in the cold eyes, a faint powder appeared on the white cheeks, the lips were moist and red under the influence of alcohol, and the long eyebrows were tightly frowned, helpless and anxious: "It still seems to hurt, I feel it now."

He spoke very seriously and worried.

Feng Yun's breathing almost stopped, and he seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat, intense, crazy, pounding against his ears.

He rolled his Adam's apple, gently grasped Ning An's hand, inserted his fingers into his thin white fingers, and intertwined with his fingers.

The voice was hoarse, so hoarse that he was startled. He didn't want him to be so worried, so he comforted him softly: "Hey, don't worry, it doesn't hurt anymore, you are great, you are great."

Only then did Ning An breathe a sigh of relief, his whole body relaxed, and he snuggled into his arms.

Feng Yun pulled his backpack over again, took out the ring, and solemnly put it on his hand.

Ning An was about to fall asleep, Feng Yun lowered his head and kissed the corners of his crimson eyes.

He wanted to kiss him, but he did, very satisfied.

If possible, he really wanted to hold him like this and live his whole life in such a small space as a car.

But no.

At this time, he regretted not letting the driver drive today.

He hugged Ning An for a while, his breath sprayed smoothly and softly on the side of his neck, and he was already fast asleep.

Only then did he reluctantly hug him back to his seat, fasten his seat belt again, and start the car.

Both of them got up very early the next day.

Ning An was well taken care of by Feng Yun. He drank hangover soup, wiped his body, and slept on a big warm bed.

There is still a ray of sunshine on the quilt that has been dried in the sun the day before, which makes people feel very comfortable and safe.

He slept through the night and didn't even have a dream, so he didn't have a hangover and headache when he woke up. On the contrary, he was still in good spirits.

Feng Yun made breakfast, he wanted to send Ning An to the shooting location, but Ning An refused.

He was too busy to send him there and then back to Chuhe, half a day was wasted on the road.

But the work will not be reduced because of this, and he still has to work overtime to make up for it.

Ning An didn't want him to work so hard, so he insisted on taking a taxi there.

Feng Yun watched him get into the car before driving away.

After arriving at Chuhe and being busy, he received a call from Chu Yayan within a few minutes.

Chu Yayan is now following Song Qiu to learn some basic knowledge about jewelry in preparation for going abroad.

Although she has learned a lot before, most of them are theoretical. Now in the factory area, she can understand things that were completely out of reach before.

At first she was going to the Li family, but Feng Yun finally insisted on entrusting her to Song Qiu.

Chu Yayan called because tomorrow is Wang Rong's big show.

She habitually wanted to make an appointment with Feng Yun.

Wang Rong's show Feng Yun naturally wanted to see it, he had already reserved tickets for himself and Ning An.

Even if he and Ning An simply watched a show, nothing could happen, but he still felt it was very precious.

She didn't want to add Chu Yayan between the two of them.

He regretted that he hadn't thought of this step earlier, so he turned on the computer while talking on the phone, and booked two tickets to fly to Europe the next afternoon.

His voice was the same as before, and he replied to Chu Yayan tepidly: "Do you want to watch the show? I booked two air tickets to Europe, and I want to invite my aunt to go to Europe. By the way, I will take you along. Arranged, just about to call Auntie to ask if she has time."

Chu Yayan stopped chattering as soon as she heard it, and she asked, "What's the itinerary?"

"You can play as much as you want, and there is a large jewelry show in Paris recently, you can go and see it." Feng Yun smiled: "All the expenses will be charged to my account."

Chu Yayan really hesitated.

She was not short of money, but it was rare for Feng Yun to be so proactive towards Liu Qing.

He is usually very polite to Liu Qing, but he is also alienated. This time he took the initiative to invite Liu Qing to play. I don't know how happy Liu Qing will be?

And there is also a jewelry show...

"That's good," Chu Yayan was very naive and believed in Feng Yun, she happily made a decision: "My mother has time recently, but I have to buy a lot of things, so don't regret it then."

Feng Yun smiled: "I don't regret it."

"By the way," Chu Yayan's voice was a little guilty again: "Say sorry to brother Ning for me, so that I can't watch the show with him."

"Okay." Feng Yun hung up the phone, called his assistant to arrange a European itinerary for Liu Qing and Chu Yayan.

This day's shooting went very smoothly, Li Luo arrived on time, and was gentle and amiable throughout the whole process, without the slightest airs of a big star.

And Ning An's personal part has already been filmed, and now it is only necessary to re-shoot the scenes between the two of them.

When he went to shoot again, he obviously felt that the atmosphere of the crew had changed.

The attitudes of many people who were lukewarm to him before are much better, and they can even be called eager.

Ning An just smiled, he still worked hard, respected the director, cooperated with his opponents, and was gentle and polite to other staff members.

It will not change because of changes in the outside world.

He finished work smoothly at noon that day.

He went back and sat on the swing chair on the balcony, read the book with his arms in his arms, and fell asleep unconsciously.

It was past four o'clock in the afternoon when he woke up, and after simply washing his face, he went downstairs to the nearby market to buy some fresh vegetables, fruits, meat and eggs.

When he returned to the community, he found that Feng Yun's car had already parked downstairs.

He went upstairs, saw that Feng Yun had come back, and smiled when he saw him carrying the dishes: "I wanted to take you out to eat delicious food, to celebrate."

"There's nothing to celebrate." Ning An sorted the dishes into the refrigerator and smiled at him, "It's all daily work."

Feng Yun rolled up his shirt sleeves: "Today I will cook."

Ning An nodded, washed the fruit and took it out, then went back to his room to finish some previous work.

The smell of food slowly overflows from the kitchen, lingering in the nose.

Ning An put away the needle and thread in his hand, and looked out the window with his chin resting on his hands.

It's the end of another day, it's not dark yet, but the street lights on the street are already on.

He probably still remembered what happened yesterday, but not so clearly.

He remembered that he said he wanted to kiss him, but what happened afterwards?But no impression at all.

I also remember Feng Yun saying "distressed", but why he said these two words at that time, he has no trace.

A lot of things are messed up, upside down, blurred...

He didn't think about it when he was busy, but he did think about it seriously when he was lying on the swing chair in the afternoon, half asleep and half awake.

But she still couldn't figure out what Feng Yun meant by "distressed".

Just feel sorry for him?Or because he didn't respond for a long time, I was very tormented, sad and sad?

He kind of wanted to know, but it was hard to ask.

He still couldn't make up his mind, how should he respond to him?

It was originally a simple matter, but because of his special situation, it became extremely difficult.

It's a bit irresponsible for him to say that they are together or not.

If we are together, what if one day he goes back?So what should Feng Yun do then?

leave him alone?Can he bear it?

Feng Yun lacks love too much. If love is given to him and it is taken away in the end, it will be more cruel to him than to ordinary people.

Not together?

But Feng Yun's lonely figure standing under his window in the middle of the night and slightly raising his head, and the eyes carefully looking down at him beside his bed made him feel sore and uncomfortable.

For so many days, he thought over and over again that many vague emotions had already been understood, and he had more than just family affection for him.

However, even if they are not together, it may be a long suffering for a stubborn person like Feng Yun.

Even in such a short period of time, he has already been tortured to the point of losing weight.

He lit a cigarette and took a deep puff. It became very difficult for him to move forward or backward.

But the status quo has to be broken, sooner or later.

In the process of thinking and struggling, he never thought about the gap between himself and Feng Yun.

Even if he just saw those yesterday.

But those things, apart from the small fluctuations in his heart at first, were not real problems.

He is confident enough that he will not be intimidated by these external conditions, and Feng Yun is not that kind of person either.

Whether those things are available or not is not that important to them.

The only thing he considered was whether those things that might happen in the future would cause more serious harm to Feng Yun.

He didn't want his heart to hurt any more.

The weather was getting warmer, and the laughter of children could be faintly heard outside the window, and Ning An subconsciously clenched the cigarette filter tightly.

He was a little lost in thought, his long eyebrows furrowed tightly.

Feng Yun had already quickly brought the food to the table, leaned against the door and smiled and asked him to come out to eat.

The fish and shrimp were all steamed, and the vegetables were less oily and less salty. Feng Yun handed him the chopsticks: "Two bites?"

He picked up two pieces of fresh and tender fish, put them on the plate in front of him, and looked at him eagerly with a smile on his face.

Ning An ate with a smile. If Feng Yun was cooking, he would eat a bite or two of everything.

It was the same today, and then he put down his chopsticks, rested his chin and concentrated on watching Feng Yun eat.

Feng Yun always wanted to coax him to eat two more bites, so he deliberately teased him: "Look at what I am doing? See if I can eat enough?"

"Perhaps?" Ning An said.

Feng Yun was still smiling, but the way he looked at him became complicated.

"Feng Yun," Ning An said, "Will you be tired waiting for my answer?"

Feng Yun was too sensitive about this, he squinted his eyes: "Not tired, don't wait if you don't say tired, I don't want to hear such words."

Ning An smiled and shook his head: "No, I just..."

"Don't say I haven't been waiting for you for a month," Feng Yun interrupted him: "Even if I waited for you forever, I won't be tired."

Ning An was stunned. He looked at Feng Yun's thin face, and in those beautiful eyes, his emotions were firm and unshakable.

She couldn't help raising her hand with some pity, wanting to touch his cheek, but stopped halfway.

Feng Yun didn't give him a chance to retreat, he grabbed his hand and kissed his fingertips lightly.

The warm and soft lips rubbed against his fingertips with attachment, but he looked up at him. This angle made his eyelashes particularly catchy. The black eyelashes were thick and dense, as if they had drawn a line of eyeliner on the eyes. He said softly, "Don't worry, think about it carefully."

His original plan was to keep disrupting him, even forcing him to make the decisions he wanted.

But in the end, she still chose to respect him and wait for him.

Ning An felt that she couldn't stand it anymore, she couldn't stand such enthusiasm and sincerity.

He suppressed the trembling of his fingertips, and could hardly bear to confess everything to him.

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