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

The carriage was very quiet, and the two of them tacitly stopped talking, only the sound of the wind and rain raging wildly rang in their ears.

It further sets off this small world, so warm and peaceful.

It seemed that no matter what happened outside, it would not affect here.

People here can always be safe, always happy, always protected.

It seems that they are no longer the travelers who are thrown on the top of the waves by fate, who will step into the air if they are not careful, and always tremble with fear, but the lucky ones who are deeply favored and infinitely loved by fate.

Many regrets and pains in life are miraculously soothed at this moment, and a balance is found invisibly.

People can't help but immerse themselves in it and want to indulge themselves.

Indulge yourself not to think about those difficulties, not to think about those last resorts, not to think about those potential unstable factors...

Just enjoy this moment, warm and... ambiguous.

They relax their tired bodies and minds in the heavy traffic, in the heavy rain, in this bad weather that most people hate to curse.

No one wants to break such a warm moment.

Ning An looked sideways at the dense rain curtain outside the window, and sank his body deep into the seat, comfortable and lazy.

He naturally tapped a cigarette and squeezed it between his fingers, but he didn't light it. He just put it on his nose and sniffed it lightly like a gluttonous child.

Feng Yun noticed his childish movements, couldn't help but curled up the corners of his lips, watched him move the cigarette away, then kneaded and rotated subconsciously.

The white outer layer of the cigarette quickly becomes soft and wrinkled.

Just like his heart, damp and soft by the rain, full of folds, between the folds are full of sourness and sweetness.

With a wrinkled heart, it seems that there are more things that can be loaded, and it is less likely to be exposed.

It is easier to perceive.

So he could clearly perceive that the breath in the carriage at this moment was youthful and sweet, and it was bewitching.

The hand that Ning An stretched out to him in the rain, the face that smiled at him, and the words that made fun of him...

All made him feel sour and sweet, like a green fruit.

He likes this feeling, and regrets his youthful performance, he shouldn't be like this.

He thought that he could be more mature and more comfortable, but when the person opposite him was him, it seemed really difficult for him to do so.

This feeling made his heart a little flustered, and contradictory implied joy, so he only dared to hold the steering wheel and look ahead seriously.

The community is relatively old, and the parking space is far away from the building where they lived. Feng Yun held an umbrella to protect Ning'an. Both of their shoes were soaked and soaked in water, and they made a lot of noise when they walked.

Ning An laughed, remembering the anecdote of wearing rain boots when it rained when she was a child and going out to tread water.

He can run happily in the water, not afraid of falling or staining his clothes, because he is protected by the tall figure of his father, and his mother's gentle hands wipe the water drops for him, wash him clean, and put him in clean and soft clothes. clothes...

His smile changed from being cheerful when showing his face to a bit bitter.

And Feng Yun also remembered the happy time when grandma played with him outside regardless of Feng Ran's objection.

The happiness at that time was always so simple, as long as grandma opened her arms to him, he would have an absolute sense of security.

But the happiness at that time was always short-lived.

At that time, he was still very young and couldn't control his own destiny, but now it's different. He wants to hold the control of destiny tightly in his own hands, and doesn't want to let happiness slip through his fingers easily.

They were separated by time and space, and at this point, the two small figures overlapped together.

Under the dim sensor lights in the corridor, Feng Yun put away the umbrella, and their feet were immediately stained with light water marks, which wet the ground.

Ning An raised his head and saw that Feng Yun's shoulders and back were wet, and the outline of his strong and well-proportioned muscles was faintly revealed under the snow-white shirt.

He wanted to touch him to see if he was cold, but in the end he held back, grasping the belt with his knuckles vigorously, turned his eyes away, and walked upstairs first.

Ning An went to bed very early that night. When he turned off the lights and wanted to close the door, he thought about it and stopped.

The wind and rain were violent, and he lay in bed, quietly listening to the sound of the wind and rain outside.

The same sound of wind and rain sounded completely different to his ears at this moment than in the car.

He was thinking about his family, his parents, Ning Ke, and Feng Yun.

He thought for a long time, but couldn't help but sit up and light a cigarette, feeling very uncomfortable.

He didn't regret having feelings for Feng Yun.

It may be a predestined fate. When reading the book, even though Feng Yun didn't appear directly, he still likes this character very much.

Later, when Feng Yun didn't like him and repeatedly reminded him not to be emotional, he did find it funny and didn't think he would fall in love with him.

Because appreciation is not love, and he is not a person who is easily moved.

Besides, he had always hoped to go back, so he never planned to develop any relationship in this world that didn't belong to him.

He didn't even want to leave any visible traces of his presence if he could.

Just still emotional.

Because he had already done psychological construction, he never thought of love, he only thought it was family affection, so he let the relationship develop without doing anything.

They warm each other, support each other, and the distress and pity that arise from their understanding slowly ferment and change their taste unconsciously.

The breakthrough point lies in Feng Yun's confession, which makes this relationship tear off the veil of family affection, and becomes naked and cannot be avoided or hidden.

He didn't dare to express his feelings so straightforwardly like Feng Yun did.

Even the intimacy and joking like this tonight made him feel a little regretful after he calmed down.

He felt that he was too bad, he clearly knew Feng Yun's feelings for him, and still hanging on to him like this, it was like playing with him.

Especially when he joked about him, there was a bit of frivolity and teasing in his tone.

And seeing his ears blushing, he also felt a little shy and sweet in his heart.

He clearly knew that he would be very emotional because of his smiling face and ambiguous actions, but he still couldn't control himself.

Some pains were perfectly fine for him to bear alone, but he still messed up and grafted them to two people, which made him feel very deeply frustrated.

This might be the price he had to pay for coveting to enjoy the warmth from Feng Yun in the carriage.

Before everything is settled, he shouldn't behave like Feng Yun.

Because of some things, Feng Yun might not be able to accept them.

If you tease him like this now, what if he really can't accept it in the future?Who will pay for his harm?

With his eyes closed, he thought about Feng Yun's youthful reaction at that time, and felt even more disgusted with himself.

He has never been in a relationship before, and he is not easily emotional, but once he is really involved in a relationship, he will probably be far more open than Feng Yun.

Relatively, what can be tolerated should be more.

He leaned his head against the wall a few times, using the pain to calm himself down a little.

He wanted Feng Yun and his family, but in fact, it was impossible.

If he doesn't fall in love with Feng Yun, then he still has the opportunity and possibility to be happy.

Once it is cute, it will be gone, and it is destined to live with a kind of pain.

Whether it is not being able to return to the family, or losing Feng Yun, it is equally painful.

So in the first place, he shouldn't have committed such stupidity.

But people are people, not machines, and he can't control his emotions so precisely.

I don't want to regret falling in love with him, after all, he deserves his love.

What he regretted was that he knew that everything was still undecided, but he indulged himself to tease him.

Such teasing made him feel like he was playing with him, lacking the minimum respect for him.

Feng Yun's birthday is on May [-]nd.

After careful consideration, Ning An decided to find an opportunity to discuss all topics with him after his birthday.

Tell him where he came from, and tell him that he might leave at any time, maybe he can't accept it, maybe he will be very painful, but he has no other choice.

If he wanted to be with him, he had to tell the truth.

He doesn't want to bear such ambiguity and entanglement anymore, it can be considered romantic in a short period of time, but after a long time, it will hurt each other.

If Feng Yun can't accept it, then he will leave quietly. He can bear many things, and he can also bear the pain of losing Feng Yun.

If Feng Yun can accept it but it's painful, then he will accompany him to get through it slowly and let him face it slowly.

Facing that he might leave suddenly one day, in the way of death or in the way of changing his soul.

In this way, when that day comes, he will not be so painful.

He smoked a lot of cigarettes, and his heart was tormented. He hoped that Feng Yun's birthday would come soon, but also dreaded that day.

After that day passed, he had no reason to tell himself to wait, to wait.

If Feng Yun couldn't accept it, no matter how painful he was, he had to leave him alone.

Once again he hated himself for being frivolous tonight.

The light in the living room was on, and a ray of light came in through the open door, very faint.

But Ning An was pulled back from his conflicting and chaotic thoughts by this ray of light.

He already knew that Feng Yun would come to his room to see him every night before going to bed, so he put out the cigarette in his hand, lay down quietly and closed his eyes.

But he forgot the strong smell of tobacco and betrayed his seemingly peaceful sleeping face.

Feng Yun did come, he paused at the door of his room, and then walked in directly.

The smell of cigarettes in the room was very strong. He looked at the ashtray on the bedside table. Cigarette butts were scattered in it, and the tentacles were still warm.

He frowned and looked down at Ning An. He hadn't smoked such a fierce cigarette for a long time.

Obviously, it was a very happy night for him, but because of these cigarette butts, doubts filled his heart again.

I'm afraid that I'm thinking too much, and that the sweet taste that I think I have received is just wishful thinking.

He didn't suspect that Ning was sleeping, but thought that he had just fallen asleep, so his movements were softer.

He stroked his forehead hair, gently printed his good night kiss, and gently rubbed his warm and soft lips against his forehead.

He whispered in his ear what he thought he couldn't hear: "It's not difficult to respond to me, Ning An, I hope that no matter what I do, you can respond to me."

Ning An's heart tensed at that moment, amidst the sound of the night rain, his voice was hoarse and sexy, whispering softly in his ear, making him almost doubt whether he had seen through that he was just pretending to be asleep.

But soon he knew that he was thinking too much, because Feng Yun continued.

He gently stroked his cheeks, kneaded his earballs, and kneaded that piece of skin hot, as if on fire, with a suppressed voice: "I dare to say this to you only when you are asleep If you don’t know, I’m probably sick, very sick, and I like thinking about you to torture myself.”

His breathing became a little heavy, and he said, "It's probably not going to get better."

Ning An's heart twitched in pain, almost burst into tears.

There is still half a month, there is still half a month, he counts Feng Yun's birthday, and suffers for another half month.

The author has something to say: This should be the most tormented period for each other, and the plot will start tomorrow.

Psychological description is too difficult, I may not have written a ten-thousandth of Ning An's inner entanglement, I am too bad.

In all the entanglements, Ning An actually didn't think about himself, because of Feng Yun's growth process and psychological state, he was always thinking about Feng Yun.

But Feng Yun, he is not very clear about this.

That's right, Ning An may be more open than Feng Yun in certain matters.

As long as he has made up his mind, as long as the relationship is established, and he doesn't have any scruples, he can really let go.

But externally, it is very abstinent.

This trait is only for one person.

I have something to do tonight, so let’s update this... If it is updated tomorrow, it may still be at nine o’clock in the evening.

darkness before dawn

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