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

Ning An's words made Fang Jin want to vomit blood, but it was always difficult for him to get angry with Ning An.

Smiling like him, gentle and guilty, when the dimples come out, there is also some sweet taste, obedient and submissive.

He could only swallow the fire in his stomach.

Okay, if you pretend you don't know it, pretend you don't know it.

Fang Jin immersed himself in sorting out the materials for going abroad to participate in the show at the end of the month.

This is a big international show. When Ning An was filming the sample album last year, Fang Jin mentioned that he wanted his representative to be on that stage.

It's just that when it was mentioned at the time, many details had not yet been concreted, so it was not finalized.

But when it was time to finalize the decision, the news of Wang Rongxiu's exhibition had also come out, and Ning An naturally chose "Yu You Rong Yan" without a doubt.

Fang Jin was very disappointed, he always wanted to take him to the international stage.

He appreciates him, likes him, and thinks he deserves a better and bigger stage.

It's just that he also knew his obsession with Wang Rong, so he chose to respect him and didn't make things difficult for him.

Now he has not entered Wang Rong's show, and maybe he will never be able to join Wang Rong's family in the future.

Although he felt sorry for him in his heart, he also had some secret expectations, hoping to take the opportunity to persuade him to come to work.

He really wanted him to work.

Not only is he serious and focused in his work, but he also has his own ideas, and he has extraordinary spirituality in terms of clothing.

This kind of spirituality is reflected in his ability to accurately grasp the direction of the trend and understand the language of clothing very accurately.

The most important thing is that in this environment where everyone copies me and I copy you, he has been focusing on innovation, not following the trend, not tacky.

But he has a calmness that is not commensurate with his age. He never tries to stand out, but just makes clothes down-to-earth.

In a sense, he is really a bit like Wang Rong. He always knows what he wants and works hard for it, never rushing for quick success.

This is different from most of the people Fang Jin has come into contact with.

To put it bluntly, the fashion circle is also a circle of fame and fortune. It seems peaceful, but in fact everyone is fighting for fame and fortune.

There are not many people who really settle down to study skills and practice crafts.

Although he kept saying to let him come over to be his assistant, in fact Fang Jin knew that Ning An was more than that.

Even his business level is higher than some of the designers.

It's just that he is all self-study, and many systematic and basic things do need to be tempered for a while.

As long as he is willing to come over and stay by his side, it won't take a year or a half, and he should be able to stand alone.

The injection of fresh blood is very much needed now, and Ning An's talent in clothing makes Fang Jin really want to catch him firmly.

Therefore, even though he didn't like his behavior of giving in to Feng Yun everywhere, it was difficult for him to get angry with him no matter whether it was public or private.

But, out of concern, he couldn't help but want to remind him of something.

While sorting out the materials, he said absently: "You can't get too used to him, Feng Yun..."

The voice stopped here, he woke up, and frowned at himself.

After all, Ning An cared so much about Feng Yun, it seemed inappropriate to say these words to him.

With a needle in his mouth, Ning An was opening the fabric with scissors. Seeing that he hesitated to speak, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and asked inarticulately, "What's wrong?"

Fang Jin corrected the information: "It's nothing."

Ning An smiled lightly, and stopped asking.

He stopped asking, he wanted to talk again.

"Don't think that Feng Yun is really as docile as he is in front of you. In fact, he is a wolf in his bones, and his methods are powerful." After talking, Fang Jin stopped hiding: "Two days ago, Chu The Chu Qin who was with him was kicked out of Chuhe, and it is said that he colluded with competitors and sold out business secrets. Anyway, he got all the stolen goods, and it is rumored that Chu Yunhe's son-in-law kicked out his nephew."

Ning An frowned: "Did you drive Chu Qin out?"

"You don't know?" Fang Jin was a little surprised: "The big family is fighting for the family property. Anyway, there are speculations outside now. Maybe it's planted and framed. Be careful, don't be eaten and wiped off and rush to get rid of it." The bones are sent up for people to suck."

Ning An glared at him: "What nonsense, Feng Yun is not such a person."

Fang Jin was helpless, he knew it would be like this, he shrugged: "It's not what I said."

Ning An was silent for a while, then lowered his head and went to work again.

Fang Jin hated that iron could not be made into steel: "Didn't you hear? People said it was Chu Yunhe's son-in-law and nephew, wouldn't you be angry? What happened to Feng Yun? You didn't make it public?"

He saw that Ning An's fingers holding the scissors were a little harder, and his eyebrows were slightly frowned, but he still said to him very seriously: "Those are all fake."

Then he said sincerely to Fang Jin: "Thank you."

Fang Jin didn't want to talk to him anymore, but Ning An went on to say, "I'll help you paint."

Ning An's hand-painting is particularly good. If he doesn't take the path of clothing, he can even work as an illustrator for fashion magazines.

Fang Jin has been too busy this year, and hand-painting takes a lot of time. He hasn't had time to do a lot of work on this autumn's new style.

And his assistant's hand-painting skill is very average, Ning An's proposal is like a timely gift, so he can't refuse.

He looked at him, and couldn't get angry anymore, he squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "Forget it, I didn't hurt you in vain!"

It was a cloudy day. When I got off work in the afternoon, the strong wind rolled down the black clouds, and the bean-sized raindrops crackled on the window, leaving huge spots, which were then splashed by the latecomers, forming a water mark.

Rainwater slid down the glass like a pour.

Fang Jin stood in front of the window and looked up at the sky. The clouds were so thick that there was no light from the sky. It seemed that the rain would not stop for a while.

He was a little worried: "Should I take you back?"

Ning An shook his head: "Feng Yun said to pick me up."

Chuhe is not far from here, nor is it very close. It usually takes about half an hour to drive, and it is hard to know when it will be there when there is a traffic jam on a rainy day.

Ning An packed his backpack and put away some of the materials that Fang Jin had given him. There were many more detailed things that Fang Jin had already sent to his mailbox.

The hand-painting work can be done at home, so he doesn't have to come here later.

Fang Jin looked at him worriedly, but Ning An's attitude was firm, so he didn't say anything more.

They went downstairs together, Fang Jin went to the underground garage to pick up the car, and Ning An went to the cafe on the first floor to order a cup of coffee.

He was sitting by the window, it was raining heavily outside, and there were few people in the coffee shop.

The soothing sound of music was almost overwhelmed by the sound of heavy rain outside.

Layers of black clouds in the sky were extremely low, and the sound of horns on the road kept coming and going, making it a mess.

Feng Yun said that he was already on his way.

He took out the information in the bag, put it on the table and looked down.

As the pages of information were opened, his brows became tighter and tighter.

Fang Jin's emphasis on the design of the autumn style seems to have some deviations, and it still prefers some elements of the spring style.

He took out a pen and paper, and passed through his brain some of his experience of watching the show this year and some information obtained through fashion magazines and other sources.

Then I drew some fashion elements that may become popular in the future in the form of illustrations on paper, and took photos and sent them to Fang Jin.

Men's clothing is mostly simple, but the simpler things require more detail.

And many fashion elements are not as fast as women's models.

Fang Jin was probably too busy, and considering this, he did not make much changes in some details of the autumn style.

It's just that he still ignored one point.

GS produces high-end men's clothing, and elite men's pursuit of fashion is comparable to that of women.

This is why Chuhe can remain invincible in the high-end clothing market, because they have Wang Rong, and Wang Rong is a fashion leader, and his designs often lead the fashion direction.

With his blessing, Chu He can naturally be at the forefront of fashion, and it is difficult to be surpassed.

It was already 07:30 after Ning An finished all this, Feng Yun called at seven o'clock and said that he would not arrive until later.

He packed up his things and went out, stood under the eaves and looked out, the heavy rain was pouring down, and even the nearby street lamps became dim.

He lit a cigarette and stood against the wall, and he didn't find it difficult to wait.

The rain was blown into the corridor by the wind, dipped into the thin silk shirt, a little cool but not cold.

His eyes were fixed on the rain screen, and he remembered what Fang Jin said about Chu Qin being kicked out of Chu He by Feng Yun.

He didn't know how Feng Yun did it, but Chu Yunque's family had taken root in Chuhe for a long time, so this matter shouldn't be easily settled.

Chu He was not very peaceful inside, so Feng Yun's life was not as easy as it seemed on the surface?

It's just that he never showed it in front of him.

In fact, during this period of time, he could feel that Feng Yun was a little tired.

He always thought it was because he spent too much time on himself.

Now it seems that there are many other reasons that he doesn't know.

Feng Yun's reputation in the outside world is somewhat ruthless, and it is said that he is very ruthless and neat in his actions in the mall.

Not long after entering Chuhe, a number of reforms have been carried out, and by taking the opportunity of cooperating with Shen's, they successfully settled in a very lucrative government bidding project, and gained a firm foothold in Chuhe at an extremely fast speed.

To be feared and hated.

He knew some things about him, but not very much.

But now, in the cold rain and fog, thinking of these, he couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

Feeling that during this period of time, he seemed to be relaxed, but in fact, the huge pressure and huge workload on his body and mind were probably beyond his imagination.

Ning An thought, Feng Yun is so difficult, but he can handle it so well, what is there to be discouraged about his own affairs?

He seldom allowed himself to be immersed in pessimistic emotions, and even if he did, he would feel a little hypocritical and embarrassed afterwards.

But because of Feng Yun's embrace, he can also feel happiness.

Especially when he is not relaxed, he always keeps his affairs in mind.

In addition to warmth, there is also emotion.

"Grass, it's so cold." Someone next to him was hit by the rain and complained cursing.

However, Ning An lowered his eyes and smiled silently, as if even the raindrops had a sour and sweet taste.

The black car body was washed by the rain and glistened under the lights. The door was pushed open, and a tall figure came out holding an umbrella.

The raindrops hit the umbrella surface quickly and densely, and the rainwater formed a dense waterline along the eaves of the umbrella, which was blown by the wind with a starting point.

Through the dense water line, he saw that figure, lowering his head slightly under the light, not knowing what he was thinking.

He seemed to be in a trance, the cigarette was about to burn out between his lips and teeth, but it was still shimmering because of his movements.

His leather shoes stepped into the stagnant water, and he strode towards him. Before stepping into the eaves of the corridor, he raised his head as if feeling something, and met his eyes.

He put out his cigarette, took a few steps forward, and held the hand he extended at the edge of the verandah.

He was held by his hand and pulled in front of him, and then hugged him in a half-hugged posture, protecting him and sitting back in the car.

The rain is so heavy, but it seems to have become the guardian of their small private space, isolating everything from the rain curtain.

Feng Yun leaned forward to fasten the seat belt for him, looked at his slightly damp hair from the rain, and finally reached out to wipe off a little splash of water on his cheek, and shook his hand again, smiling Ask: "Why did you come out and wait? Is it cold?"

"You're here right after you come out," Ning An smiled, "It's not cold."

"After waiting for so long, are you in a hurry?" Feng Yun felt that it was too long, and he was very anxious all the way, afraid that he might not wait for him if he was in a hurry, or that he would get caught in the rain.

"Don't worry," Ning An said, "I drank coffee and did some work."

Feng Yun gave him a funny look, but didn't say anything in the end.

The road conditions are better now, the car stopped and went, Ning An said: "I won't come here from tomorrow on."

"Oh," Feng Yun said, the corners of his lips were pressed, but he didn't hold back after all, and slowly hooked up, with some joy in his eyes.

The lights outside the car entered the car through the rain and fog, with colorful halos refracted by some water droplets, which seemed unreal.

Those halos cast on Feng Yun's face, the deep facial features became more three-dimensional, handsome and noble.

But the expression on the face and the joy in the eyes are innocent and revealing romance, very easy and very satisfied.

Ning An thought he was a little funny, he was so happy just because he wasn't coming.

It's not that he doesn't know that in modern society, if you want to do something bad, you don't need to meet every now and then. You can call, video, and the transportation is so convenient. He can meet secretly when he doesn't know...

But that's enough for him.

Ning An rested her chin and leaned against the car door to look at him.

Such Feng Yun and Lei Ting's means of driving Chu Qin out of Chu He's Feng Yun, it is difficult to reconcile in his heart.

"Look at what?" Feng Yun was keenly aware of his gaze.

"It's nothing." Ning An smiled: "I was looking at why you were secretly laughing."

Feng Yun pursed the corners of his lips, but did not speak.

But Ning'an noticed that his ear tips were slightly red, especially against the white shirt collar.

He looked at it for a while, then lowered his eyes too, and laughed.

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