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

That voice was a little bit sandy, a little bit dependent, gentle and overflowing like a tide, paralyzing people's limbs and bones.

There is a very painful feeling.

Ning An lay in his arms, unable to bear to move.

Feng Yun took the opportunity to pinch the cigarette between his fingers, and put it out together with his own in the ashtray.

He gently protected the back of his head with a big hand, and hugged him like that.

There was silence in the room, whether it was real or an illusion, Ning An felt as if he could hear a heartbeat.

It's just that he can't tell whether it's his own or Feng Yun's.

This feeling is too intimate, too comfortable, too easy to indulge in.

After a long time, Ning An moved a little, and Feng Yun said softly and subduedly: "Don't move."

Like a breath of air.

Ning An obediently stopped, and he said again, his voice was very soft: "You know what? I'm pursuing you, and I need you very much."

Ning An was sitting, while Feng Yun was standing, his face was just buried between his chest and abdomen.

Through the thin shirt, he could feel his strong and elastic muscles rising and falling slightly with his breathing.

The heat scalded his face through the thin fabric, like a warm and soft bed, exuding a faint citrus scent.

There is a bit of bitterness in the sweetness, which matches Feng Yun's current age, but it makes people feel at ease.

Everything is gently hypnotizing him.

It was as if he had been soaked in hot spring water. The water was hot, soft, and tolerant, treating him very tenderly and cherishingly.

This made him almost forget all the unsatisfactory things in his life.

He finally lifted his arms forgetfully, and wrapped them around Feng Yun's waist.

It was obviously Feng Yun who was comforting him, and it was obviously he who needed Feng Yun's embrace more, but Feng Yun said that he needed one.

He was always so caring and gentle to him, delivering what he wanted to him without any trace.

He snuggled into his arms and said thank you softly.

When the soft and warm lips opened and closed, even through the shirt, Feng Yun's small piece of skin became hot.

"Ning An," Feng Yun's voice gradually became a little hoarse: "I hope that one day, you can tell me everything in your heart, and don't bear it alone. I want to hear both good and bad things. It’s okay to make trouble for no reason, and I can let you go.”

Ning An's hand clenched into a fist behind Feng Yun, but he remained silent.

Just when Feng Yun thought he would not respond to him, he finally raised his head.

He looked up at him, with his chin resting on his lower abdomen, facing Feng Yun's eyes looking down at him.

Those eyes were dark and heavy, as if they could suck out a person's soul.

They stared at each other silently for a while.

Until Feng Yun raised his hand to stroke his forehead hair, revealing his smooth forehead, and asked softly: "Is it okay?"

"Feng Yun," Ning An's eyes were a little drunk, he hesitated and struggled to say, "I have some things... that may be difficult to tell people."

Feng Yun inserted his hands into his hair, and slowly ran down his soft hair, but his heart beat faster.

Ning An's words are easy to mislead.

His Adam's apple slipped, feeling uncomfortable and bitter in his heart.

But still looking into his eyes, coaxing him softly: "It's okay, even if you have been with others, it doesn't matter, I like you, I don't care about those, everyone has a past, I understand."

Ning An slowly woke up from his words.

He was a little surprised, a little touched, and a little amused. He pressed his forehead between his chest and abdomen, and tightened the arms around his waist.

After a while, he finally couldn't help laughing with trembling shoulders, but he wanted to cry a little bit.

Two feelings squeezed him, making him feel mixed.

Feng Yun held his face up with his palms, watching him burst into tears from laughter, the long black eyelashes at the end of his eyes were wet with tears and stuck together.

There was still a smile in his eyes, but they were full of tears, and they were very bright under the light, reflecting his figure.

Like a pure and undefended deer, in a forest surrounded by tigers and wolves, he is unaware of the dangers around him. It makes people feel distressed and worried. He just wants to hide him in his own territory and doesn't want anyone to find out.

He looked down at him, and gently wiped away a little water stain from the corner of his eyes with his fingertips, his eyes were dark, serious but unexpectedly gentle: "What are you laughing at?"

"Laughing, you're wrong." Ning An finally stopped laughing and shook his head: "I haven't had a good time with others."

"Then what else can make you so embarrassed?"

Feng Yun rubbed the end of his eyes with his fingertips, there was doubt in his eyes, but there was also a smile relieved by Ning An's answer.

"It's something about my family." Ning An frowned, and lowered his eyes in great distress: "But I haven't figured out how to say it yet."

Feng Yun's hanging heart was relieved, and he held the back of his head again and hugged him into his arms.

No matter how difficult the matter of the family is, can it be difficult for his twisted family and a family full of entanglements like the Chu family?

Shouldn't be.

He rubbed his hair relaxedly and comforted him: "Think slowly, don't worry, you don't have to say anything you don't want to say."

"En." Ning An's voice came up muffled, and the heat of his breath burned his skin through his shirt.

The hot and numb feeling centered on that point and spread to the surroundings. It was so hot that he couldn't breathe steadily, and he almost trembled.

Fortunately, Ning An was sitting on a chair, and the shoulders and neck part that was held by him leaned obliquely in his arms, and the rest of the body was not tightly attached.

So he didn't notice his change.

Ning An said some words that he had kept in his heart so heavily that he couldn't breathe, and his heart relaxed a lot.

He leaned loosely in his arms, closed his eyes, and felt a little sleepy after a while.

Feng Yun felt that his gravity was slowly shifting towards himself.

When the arm holding him behind him was slowly falling down, he was about to wake up from the dream, he frightened himself a lot, and after struggling a few times in a daze, under the comfortable strength of Feng Yun rubbing his scalp, he finally felt relieved I fell asleep.

Feng Yun couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, but then couldn't help but sighed lightly.

He picked him up and put him on the bed, covered him with a thin quilt, stroked his forehead hair habitually, and looked at his small face.

Ning An always fell asleep easily when he had no work in hand and was in a relaxed state.

He knew that he was too tired.

I overdraw too much every day, so once I relax, it is easy to be attacked by exhaustion.

He stroked his cheek distressedly, and his thumb gently ran along his long eyebrows, over and over again.

He knew that he probably encountered some setback in his career.

If it's other aspects, he usually doesn't take it to heart.

He doesn't care about anything, so that sometimes he feels that he is completely indifferent in his bones.

Only on the road of costume design, occasionally there is something that can touch his emotions and make him real and lively.

But those truths and agility are often accompanied by pain.

He worked so hard, and he saw every bit of it, but what gave him back was still pain.

He looked at him distressedly, pursing the corners of his lips.

No one understands better than him that it is too tiring and too difficult for a person to fly.

Sometimes when you are very tired, or when you encounter difficulties that are difficult to overcome, even when you feel that you will not be able to hold on any longer, when you open the door and see the light in his room, and see his busy figure with his back turned, his heart is full. It will be inexplicably quiet, and slowly full of strength.

He is trying to fly, not afraid of falling, not afraid of failure, what is he afraid of?

Because of the tenderness in his heart, he was able to calm down and even think coldly to make a decision, and then go further.

He is always easily moved by him, whether it is his busy and devoted figure or his tenacity and persistence on the road of dreams.

Regardless of his smiling eyes, or his slightly cold side face when he is not smiling...

Especially like at this moment, when he was asleep, he looked innocent and undefended...

He longs to be close to him, to have me in you, to have you in me, and he doesn't want to be separated.

However, he always locks his world very tightly, rejecting others approaching very politely and distantly.

Not even if they are so close.

Even now, he already has too much, but what may be given to him is only such a hug.

He feels both frustration and satisfaction, at least, he can give him something.

He doesn't want his answer so eagerly anymore, like a masochistic addiction, he will think crazily, longing crazily...

But I also feel that it is good to just grind with him slowly.

He sat for a while, the skin on his fingertips was soft and smooth, but his breathing gradually became faster.

His eyes were deep and fierce, but the kiss on his forehead was very gentle.

He didn't stay any longer, then got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

He took a shower and let the scalding water pour over his skin, making his skin, which was fairer than the average person's, turn red.

Ning An's breath seemed to still be attached to his body, making him throb.

He raised his head and closed his eyes tightly, water droplets dripped down from his thick eyelashes in dense lines.

The beautiful and rosy lips were slightly parted, panting quickly.

Toes curled and stretched, stretched and curled on the non-slip tiles…

It releases a passion that is hotter than the scalding hot water.

When he opened his eyes again, his pupils seemed to be covered with a thin layer of tears, but they couldn't hide the passion and something inside that made people blush.

He took a shower seriously, came out wrapped in a bathrobe, and looked at Ning An's door with eyes as thick as ink that could not be melted.

This bath took a little too long, and the water was too hot, which made the skin on his shoulders and neck feel a slight itchy, tingling sensation, just like his current heart.

It's just that this feeling didn't last long, because his mobile phone rang, and the assistant reminded him that there was still an international video conference to be held.

Just like that, he let his hair drip with water, returned to his desk, worked hard in the initial distraction, and finally focused on the information in his hand.

A week is not too long, and Ning An went to another show during this period.

And Fang Jin also went abroad to watch a few shows, brought back a lot of valuable materials from foreign shows, and invited Ning An to watch.

His assistant was so busy recently that Fang Jin took the opportunity to sternly pull Ning An to help him for a few days before releasing him.

Fang Jin liked Ning'an a little bit, but this feeling didn't have time to ferment and sublimate.

If Ning An didn't already have Feng Yun, he might not hesitate to pursue her.

It's just a step late, although it's a pity, but he has studied abroad for many years, and he also has a Westerner's open thinking about feelings, so he quickly transformed that vague feeling into friendship.

But Feng Yun was very disgusted that Ning An was too close to Fang Jin, probably out of intuition, he would feel very uneasy.

So he stared at him very closely.

Ning An stayed in Fang Jin's company for three days, Feng Yun could find various reasons to take him out for lunch so that he and Fang Jin would not have a meal alone, and when the off-duty time came, he would be able to leave the office immediately , take Ning'an home.

Fang Jin thought it was funny in private, but deliberately acted very close to Ning An in front of Feng Yun.

When Feng Yun couldn't see him, he was also a little worried: "If you come to work with me in the future, do you think he will go crazy?"

"Of course not." Ning An didn't like Fang Jin deliberately provoking Feng Yun: "Keep a little distance from me in front of him from now on."

"Hey, what's wrong with me?" Fang Jin hated iron and steel: "I'm doing it for your own good. Only by making him feel a sense of crisis can he value you more."

Ning An was still holding a soft ruler in his hand to measure: "He doesn't need a sense of crisis."

He stopped what he was doing and said seriously, "He just needs a sense of security."

Fang Jin was stunned, but Ning An didn't intend to continue explaining, but said: "He spends time on me every day, and he has to work overtime for a long time at night. I don't want him to work so hard."

He seemed a little annoyed, sighed softly, and said, "If I really want to come here, I need to communicate with him well. If he still minds, I will give him priority and give up your side."

"Is it that serious?" Fang Jin also realized that it was not a joke: "Ning An, he is an adult."

"Yes." Ning An said, "It's not just because of him, but also because of me. I don't want him to work so hard."

"Tsk tsk tsk!" Fang Jin stared at him helplessly, a little unhappy and reconciled: "Okay, when he is here in the future, I will pretend that I don't know you, okay?"

Ning An smiled lightly, and didn't say yes or no.

Ning An had deliberately observed Feng Yun.

When Fang Jin deliberately got close to him, Feng Yun's eyes gave him a feeling that Fang Jin was about to go bankrupt.

Ning An might not be surprised if he turned around and bought his company, or maliciously dragged it down.

Feng Yun felt too insecure in him.

He has owned too few things. Maybe the only thing he really owned is his grandmother, but the old man has already left.

So now he just has him.

Because of this, he didn't dare to let go and be with him easily, fearing that one day he would abandon him like a grandmother, then Feng Yun would be too pitiful, he was afraid that he would not be able to hold on

That's why he thought about it again and again, and he couldn't be careless.

But if possible, he would like to tell him, don't be afraid, don't worry.

He can be completely his, just his, let him rest assured, don't be afraid, never have to be afraid.

He's there whenever he wants

But he can't say it yet, so he can only ask Fang Jin.

After a long time, when Fang Jin almost forgot about it, Ning An said to him again, thank you.

He looked at him apologetically, with a smile in his eyes, and although the dimples on the corners of his lips were also rippling, they were full of apology.

He added: "It's fine when you don't know me."

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