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

A young man appeared in the dream.

With a tall and flexible figure, and black and soft hair, he is bending over to cut with scissors, serious and focused.

The fabric was broken into pieces between his fingers, and then he simply corrected it with a bead needle, and the outline of a piece of clothing slowly emerged.

He said seriously: "Isn't that all right? Wang Rong?"

The phone rings rapidly in the ear, as if separated by a layer of membrane, it is not clear.

Wang Rong's heart almost jumped out of his chest, he didn't want to wake up.

"Cheng Qian," he said, "let me see you."

All his life, he has been obsessed with working with clothing materials and paper and pen painting tools, but at this moment he doesn't want to look at those.

He just wanted to see the young man's face.

The young man turned his head and looked directly at him with a smile in his eyes: "Teacher Wang."

It's Ning'an.

The ringing of the phone finally broke through the thin membrane and became clear in the ears. Wang Rong woke up from the dream panting.

His forehead hair was wet with sweat, and his cheeks showed a thin layer of red, and his rapid breathing slowly stabilized after a while.

He touched the phone to check the time, it was already past ten in the morning.

As if exhausted, he leaned back on the bed again, closed his eyes, and carefully recalled the scene in his dream.

He was very sure that the figure from behind was Cheng Qian, and so was the voice, because he called himself Wang Rong.

Maybe it was the reason why Zhang Qi called to talk about Ning An before going to bed last night, which made him have such an inexplicable dream.

When Ning An got serious, he had some resemblance to Cheng Qian, even some small movements and demeanor, there were some similarities.

Wang Rong thought about Cheng Qian for a while, and then slowly got up.

Today there is a shoot for MEN, although he will not appear on the screen, but he has to match the clothes for the models and do some text interviews.

The workload is not small.

The shooting was scheduled for two o'clock in the afternoon, and Ning An arrived after one o'clock.

He drank a cup of coffee in the coffee shop downstairs before entering the MEN's office building.

Filming and interviews were done in the studio on the top floor.

Ning An went in and registered, and the reception staff in the lobby on the first floor took him to the top floor.

The staff on the top floor entertained him and took him to the corresponding studio to wait.

He sat by the window and waited for a while before the makeup artist and other staff came.

They greeted him with smiles and said, "So early?" "It's been a long time."

They are very polite and make you feel very comfortable.

Ning An was wearing a black silk shirt, buttoned to the top, and the hem was loosely tucked into the waist.

A thin silver chain was worn around his neck, and a small opal was hanging at the end, protruding a little from the top of the neckline, and the brilliance flowed with his movements.

There are leather cords around the wrists, simple black earrings on the ears, and the hair is black and soft, clean and tidy with a sense of abstinence.

He is dressed very simply, but has a very good temperament, and he smiles slightly when he sees people, neither humble nor overbearing.

In the eyes of EN makeup artist, who is used to meeting fashionistas and superstars, there is still a very attractive quality.

In the process of putting on makeup, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor, mixed with soft and earnest voices.

The makeup artist smiled: "Maybe Teacher Wang is here?"

Teacher Wang?Which teacher Wang?Ning An was being dragged by the makeup artist to apply eye makeup, with his eyes half closed.

He didn't ask. After all, there were too many people with the surname Wang, and he never thought that it would be related to him.

During this period, the sound of the wheel axle rolling continued to sound, and it could be seen from the vanity mirror that a mobile hanger full of clothes and a cart were pushed in.

The photographer is already in position, adjusting the lighting and background.

After Ning An finished her makeup, she thanked the makeup artist.

The staff came up and said to him politely: "Please wait a moment for Mr. Wang, he will do part of the interview over there first."

The makeup artist asked the staff: "Does Teacher Wang need to put on makeup?"

The staff member smiled and shook his head: "He doesn't go, it happens every year."

The makeup artist smiled: "Teacher Wang has a cute taste when she is willful."

"He won't be on camera," the staff member trembled with laughter, "Director Su begged for a long time the year before last, but he finally couldn't hold back and agreed to appear on camera, but a back view came out."

The two girls giggled for a while, and then began to gossip in a low voice.

Ning An also thought that the teacher Wang they were talking about was very interesting, and couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips in amusement.

He looked at the clothes that were pushed in one after another. Although they were far away, the style of the clothes still had a very familiar feeling inside.

When he stood up and was about to take a closer look, two people entered the door.

In front is a very stylishly dressed man in his 30s, tall and well-dressed.

But the person behind made Ning An stunned because it was Wang Rong.

The surprise at that moment was so strong that he couldn't describe it.

It was as if a gust of wind whipped up huge waves on the sea surface and slapped him mercilessly, his brain was even a little dazed.

It was also like being pulled into the sea by huge waves, being thrown up and down involuntarily with the strong wind and waves.

It felt so fake, so unreal.

In the haze, he wanted to laugh very much, and felt that he probably wanted to see Wang Rong and was crazy.

Even so, the expression on his face still maintained very well.

Su Da and Wang Rong walked towards Ning An amidst the continuous greetings of "Director Su, Teacher Wang" from the staff.

Ning An's response was decent, he greeted with a smile, without showing any special emotion.

Wang Rong stretched out his hand to him, and introduced himself without airs: "Hi, I'm Wang Rong."

Ning An held his hand, her heart beating extremely fast.

He heard his own voice as if coming from far away, and it didn't even sound like his own: "Hello, Teacher Wang."

He actually wanted to say, I adore you, you are my idol, but he held back.

Wang Rong gestured to him, and walked to the rows of clothes first.

Ning An stood there, calming down the emotions in his heart, before striding up to follow.

He didn't dare to think about it any more, he tried his best to withdraw his mind, and put his attention into his work first.

Wang Rong buried his head in the clothes hanger for a while, and chose a black suit, which at first glance was somewhat similar to the one Ning An was wearing now.

But a closer look is quite different.

The jacket of that suit was very loose, full of irregular folds, and the trousers were also very wide, but they were not wide-leg trousers in the ordinary sense.

There was a tie on the collar of the jacket. Ning An thought it was a ribbon at first, but after a closer look, he realized that it was a tie tied around his neck.

He unfolded the clothes and found that the folds were cleverly made, and it just formed a skull-shaped pattern when worn on the body.

At first glance, the seam of the trousers looks like two wide white stripes, which have a bit of a sporty look, but when you look closely, you find that they are actually small skulls embroidered by hand.

The embroidery was so good that Ning An even wondered if Wang Rong embroidered it by himself.

Ning An was looking at his clothes, while Wang Rong was observing him.

Ning An's slender eyebrows frowned slightly, the shock and surprise of seeing Wang Rong for the first time had been distracted by the feeling brought to him by the clothes.

Wang Rong smiled, and was about to ask him a question, but Ning An spoke first: "This suit...so depressing."

"Is there anything else?" Wang Rong asked him, "Any other feelings?"

"Messy and sad." Ning An pursed his lips and looked at it for a while.

That wrinkled feeling, like someone's heart, has been ravaged and there is no smooth place, full of pain and embarrassment.

"It makes people sad." Ning An said softly, then he raised his head and asked Wang Rong, "Teacher, do I want to wear this?"

Wang Rong looked at him with an imperceptible admiration in his eyes and a little genuine sadness. He smiled and replied, "No need."

This dress was made two years ago at the invitation of a small art festival in Tokyo.

Because the day of the art festival happened to be close to Halloween, he specially designed such a pattern.

It was only when he first started making this dress that he accidentally learned some news about Cheng Qian.

Therefore, he failed to calm down, and brought many, many personal emotions into the production process.

He let many people see this dress, including some famous designers, even Zheng Wenze.

But most people think that this is another ingenious idea of ​​designer Wang, and it is always right to praise it casually.

He received a lot of praise, but was very disappointed.

In fact, it is not surprising that this dress can be seen as depressed, but Ning An can see sadness, which makes Wang Rong not surprised.

Because sometimes he himself doesn't really want to face his hidden feelings.

He smiled: "You have a keen sense of clothing."

Ning An was praised by his idol. He was happy but a little shy. He looked at Wang Rong and smiled: "I am a model, so I am used to interpreting clothes so that I can better express them on stage."

Wang Rong nodded appreciatively: "I know, I saw you make diamond buttons at the jewelry show last year."

Ning An didn't expect that he would still remember it, so he couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled with some surprise.

"Are you interested in accessories?" Wang Rong asked with a smile.

Just as Ning An was about to answer, Su Da came over.

Su Da was a little strange. The model was chosen by Wang Rong. He thought it was someone he knew, but seeing the interaction between the two people, it seemed that they didn't know each other.

However, Wang Rong's thinking has always been different from ordinary people, and he doesn't mind too much: "Wang Wang, let's start."

Wang Rong nodded, and personally matched clothing and accessories for Ning An, including whether the makeup corresponding to each outfit needs to be adjusted on the existing basis, and in which direction the adjustment should be made, he should set it up bit by bit.

The staff and the makeup artist just need to cooperate.

In the past, Wang Rong only brought two sets of clothes for a season, and he only brought eight sets of clothes when he was full, but this time he brought nearly twenty sets.

Su Da felt that it was better to shoot all of this rare opportunity, so today's shooting task became very heavy.

Undress and put on clothes, pose and change background, adjust makeup, touch up makeup...

It didn't end until after nine o'clock in the evening.

The last few outfits were matched by Wang Rong, and the memorandum was written, and handed over to the staff to do it for him, while he went to the next door for an interview.

After all the filming, when Ning An took off her makeup and changed back to her own clothes, Wang Rong's interview also ended.

The staff ordered wontons for supper, Wang Rong said hello, and sat face to face with Ning An at the small table in the studio.

The wontons were filled with shrimps, and Ning An put down his chopsticks after eating only two.

Wang Rong couldn't help laughing, but didn't comment on it.

Ning An also smiled and said, "Models can't eat too much."

Wang Rong nodded: "Do you want to be a model all the time?"

"No," Ning An said very directly, "I want to switch servers."

"Clothing is not easy," Wang Rong smiled: "Do you have the foundation?"

"I've learned a little bit by myself," Ning An said bravely, "I also have a little work."

"Oh?" Wang Rong smiled, not caring much.

"Teacher." Ning An looked at him very seriously, and before blurting out the next sentence, he pursed his lips tightly, as if afraid of accidentally saying something that shouldn't be said.

"It's okay," Wang Rong looked at his expression, and his tone softened: "Tell me if you have anything."

Ning An blinked, his eyelashes fluttering like the wings of a butterfly. He restrained his tension very well, and he could not hear anything other than sincerity in his tone: "Teacher, I have some works. When you are free, I will help you. Can you take a look for me?"

The waiting time was very long, maybe not long, but it was very long for Ning An, every minute and every second was torture.

But Wang Rong didn't answer him, but smiled: "Actually, I came to you because I wanted to talk about another matter."

"Huh?" Ning An's nerves were too tense, so the response seemed a little silly.

"I have a friend named Zhang Qi who is a film director." Wang Rong didn't realize it, still smiling: "He asked me to ask if you want to switch to film and television. He has a big-budget film and is looking for a leading actor. Interested?"

Ning An was stunned, he was very disappointed, so disappointed that he could hardly hold back the calm look on his face.

Wang Rong didn't answer his question. From the perspective of an adult, this should mean a rejection.

His eyes dimmed, but the smile on Wang Rong's face became more obvious: "Do you know what Zhang Qi's movies can bring you?"

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