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

When the biological clock woke Ning An up from her dream, the light in the room was still dim.

He got dressed and opened the window to look out. The rain had stopped, but the wind was strong.

There is a thin layer of dark clouds in the sky, which looks dark and depressing.

Pushed by the wind, the layer of dark clouds rolled forward at high speed, the flowers and trees downstairs also danced wildly, and the puddles on the ground were filled with residual red.

There is a lot of water on the slightly uneven road in the community, and the children who go to school are wearing rain boots.

Such weather and road conditions are obviously not suitable for going out to exercise.

Ning An had no choice but to go to the platform and do a set of stretching exercises, and didn't stop until his forehead was sweating slightly.

During this process, he could see Feng Yun's side window and the closed curtain inside.

By chance, he quietly walked to his window, just like Feng Yun came to visit him secretly at night, staring at the curtain thoughtfully.

He looked at it for a while, and couldn't help stretching out his hand, gently touching the glass window.

The glass is wet, the rain has been beating all night, and the fingertips feel soaked in water, cold and slippery.

The words Feng Yun whispered in his ear last night felt the same as this, but there was an extra layer of sharp pain inside, which made him not dare to think about it.

I feel distressed when I think about it.

"Distressed" is a very delicate emotion. When a person falls in love with another person, it is easy to feel distressed.

His actions, his words, his encounters, even his smile...all easily touched the softest and most fragile part of my heart.

Because that area is the softest and most fragile, it is also the most painful.

He stood for a long time, until the thin sweat was on his body, and when the wind blew the coolness to the bone marrow, he quietly withdrew his hand.

On the dining table were pumpkin and millet porridge, stir-fried asparagus, tofu with minced meat, and three boiled eggs, one for Ning An and two for Feng Yun.

Feng Yun sat at the table after washing, his forehead hair was wet with water, he looked very casual, like a sunny and handsome boy.

He looked at the food on the table with a smile. The mark where the end of the chopsticks touched his cheek looked like a dimple.

They are all home-cooked meals, but he feels very satisfied: "It all looks delicious, it's hard work, I'll cook it on weekends."

Ning An was holding a boiled egg in his hand, and was knocking the shell on the edge of the table. Hearing this, he raised his head: "It's okay, you are much busier than me at work, and I..."

"And I still live in your house."

He also said this sentence before, but today he stopped after just saying half a sentence, he shouldn't say such a thing to him.

He looked at Feng Yun like that, then lowered his head and concentrated on peeling the eggshells.

Feng Yun smiled knowingly, staring at his black hair for a while.

The egg seems to be a new egg, it is very difficult to peel, and the peeled egg is also pitted and ugly.

Ning An raised his head to look at Feng Yun, saw that he was still looking at him, so he touched his cheek in doubt: "Is there something on my face?"

Feng Yun came over with his hand. He thought that something was really glued to his face, so he cooperated and did not move.

Unexpectedly, he raised his chin directly, and the man also stood up, leaned forward slightly, and looked at him very closely.

Ning An wanted to hide back, but Feng Yun held his chin and said softly, "Don't move."

And his other hand touched his eyes.

Ning An instinctively closed his eyes, feeling his warm fingertips gently stroking his eyelids: "Did you not sleep well yesterday?"

After Feng Yun left yesterday, he really suffered from insomnia.

I opened my eyes and listened to the sound of the wind and rain outside, my heart was filled with mixed feelings, I tossed and turned for a long time, and I didn't know when I fell asleep.

Although he sleeps late on weekdays, he sleeps very well, so the skin around his eyes is always smooth and bright.

But after a night of insomnia last night, a black cyan appeared in the fundus of his eyes.

Although it is very light, his skin is fair, so Feng Yun still found out.

"No." Ning An said and pulled it out of his palm: "Maybe because of the rain, it affected the quality of sleep a little bit."

Feng Yun smiled, the way he looked at him seemed to be a little more intimate, as if he was still immersed in the atmosphere in the carriage last night.

He lowered his head and peeled off the eggshell. The egg was smooth and round. He held it in his palm and handed it to Ning An: "Eat this."

While talking, he changed the egg in his hand to himself: "Maybe it's not a problem with sleep, maybe it's because you worked too hard. Go back and make some soup to make up for it."

"Does soup really work?" Ning An smiled.

"Well, I drank a lot of soup since I was a child." Feng Yun smiled slightly: "Feng Ran said soup is good."

As he spoke, his voice became quieter, and his smile faded: "She wants me to be the best in everything, and I can't be worse than others in anything."

Ning An looked at him, feeling a little distressed, but didn't say anything.

"Forget it," he said again: "The soup may not be good. I will ask the secretary to prepare some bird's nest and ginseng when I arrive at the company today, and I will give it to you when I come back."

His mood was visibly depressed, and he felt frustrated because of the traces of Feng Ran all over his body.

Many things, no matter how hard you try, are hard to get rid of completely.

For example, Feng Ran gave him some thoughts, habits, and the desire to control that disgusted and frightened him.

Those initial fears, the fear that he would become like Feng Ran, control Ning'an and destroy Ning'an, never disappeared.

Although he didn't show anything on the surface, in fact, he did have a super strong desire to control him, more than once.

The struggle in his heart was often fierce, and it was hard and hard to suppress those things.

But he did it, and every time he did it, he was very grateful and also very scared.

Ning An noticed the change in him, and called him: "Feng Yun?"

There was no smile on Feng Yun's face, he raised his head to look at Ning An, his lips pursed.

Ning An smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll eat whatever you choose, and I'll eat it with you."

Feng Yun nodded.

He ate quietly, as if he had thought of something, he tentatively asked Ning An: "There are shadows of parents in children, but I don't think you have any. You are different from those in your family."

Not only that, he even felt that Ning An's parents were completely different from Ning Shiqu's Sun Lanxin.

Ning An was very happy that he could ask such a question, and he became suspicious. When he knew the truth in the future, it would be easier to accept it.

It's just that he can't answer him yet.

But he wanted to make him happy, and he didn't want to see him so depressed.

So he approached him seriously: "Why are they different, don't they all have two eyes and one mouth?"

"Cunning." Feng Yun looked at his face that was very close to her.

The skin is very fair, the eyes are large, black and white are distinct, and it feels a little wet when you get close, and the lips are a little oily due to eating, but they are very ruddy.

He said something out of shape, but put on a very serious expression for him to see.

He couldn't help reaching out and pinching his cheek.

The skin was warm, soft and smooth, he was a little emotional, and replied: "But their skin is not as white as yours, nor as tender as yours."

Ning An stepped back, her cheeks flushed slightly.

The place Feng Yun pinched, seemed to be lit with a small flame, which made him flustered.

He looked at Feng Yun, and Feng Yun was also looking at him, his eyes were very hot, without any concealment.

Ning An couldn't bear that look, if he was already with him and he looked at him like this, he would want to kiss him.

He blinked, lowered his head and ate seriously.

All the unhappiness disappeared in an instant, and his flustered and innocent behavior like a deer made Feng Yun laugh out loud.

Ning An wanted to stare at him, but he knew that he was not angry, so he couldn't stare powerfully.

So he chose to lower his head and remain silent.

The dark clouds were blown away by the wind, and the sun shone through the gaps in the clouds, projecting on the balcony.

The sun finally came out.

Looking at Ning An's black hair, Feng Yun finished his meal slowly.

When he got up to leave, he leaned over to his ear and whispered softly, "Are you shy when you pinch it? How about when you were hugging you before?"

Ning An's ears turned red. He didn't think about "male-male relationship" before, so he really didn't think much of it.

But thinking about it now...he didn't even dare to think about it.

Feng Yun rubbed his hair with his hands, and Ning An bit his lips, feeling that his hands were carrying an electric current, even though he just rubbed his hair, the electric current spread to his limbs and bones.

He didn't look up at Feng Yun, afraid of revealing his emotions.

At the bottom of my heart, I felt some fear and awe towards love, thinking that it was really a miraculous thing.

Make him a little less like himself.

He didn't look up, so he didn't see Feng Yun's eyes.

Feng Yun looked at him with complicated eyes, filled with joy, enthusiasm and sincerity, exploring doubts and many other things.

He thought of the silent intimacy in the car last night, and also thought of the cigarette butts in the ashtray in his room, and he couldn't tell which ones were real and which were fake.

He looked at the tips of his red ears, and ran his palm down the hair, pinching his earballs.

Ning An dodged in panic, and finally looked up at him.

There is vigilance in the eyes, but also restraint.

His heart turned cold under his vigilant eyes, he smiled, and his voice was a little low: "You didn't hide before."

"Before?" Ning An was a little surprised and dazed. There were many small movements in the past, because he didn't think much about them, and he didn't even pay much attention to them.

Thinking about it now, I can't even remember how I dealt with it.

But now, he felt that he was not able to deal with it as naturally as before.

Feng Yun stood up and smiled at him: "I'm kidding, I'm usually not very clever, why are you so stupid today?"

He rubbed his hair again, and smiled softly: "You ate a lot today, so good."

It was only then that Ning An realized that in order to avoid Feng Yun, he had been working hard.

He smiled wryly, put down his chopsticks, raised his head and bumped into Feng Yun's smiling eyes, couldn't hold back any longer, shook his head and laughed.

After the "Yu You Rong Yan" show, Wang Rong came to Chuhe for the second time today.

After the show, his studio has too much work to do, and there are many design revisions that are being processed and followed up, so it is difficult to spare time to come.

The last time he came here was three days ago, but Feng Yun had a whole day meeting at the hotel that day, and the two of them failed to meet.

As soon as Wang Rong arrived today, he went to his office in person.

Ning An's red eyes that night and the stacked cigarette butts last night made it impossible for him to procrastinate any longer, and he just wanted to quickly finalize the date with Wang Rong.

There were a lot of materials on Wang Rong's desk, Feng Yun knew he was busy, so he didn't intend to go around in circles.

Wang Rong was not polite to him either, sitting behind the desk and sorting out the materials while greeting him with a smile: "Mr. Feng."

Feng Yun sat on the chair opposite him, holding the coffee brought by his assistant in his hand: "Mr. Wang, I'm here for..."

"I know," Wang Rong smiled: "Didn't you say May last time?"

His phone rang at hand, Wang Rong glanced at it, continued to sort out the information, and was not in a hurry to answer it.

Feng Yun couldn't talk anymore, so he took a sip of coffee and waited patiently.

The bell kept ringing, just when Feng Yun thought it was about to cut off, Wang Rong picked it up.

He didn't avoid Feng Yun, and gave a soft "Hello" with a smile on his face.

Ning An's voice came from the opposite side: "Mr. Wang, hello, I'm Ning An. We met each other when we filmed EN last time."

Wang Rong's voice contained a smile, but Ning An was still very nervous.

He sat by the window, which was open, and the air after the rain was very fresh.

With a cigarette between his left fingers and the phone next to his ear with his right hand, he spoke slowly and clearly.

"I know," Wang Rong laughed, with a nice voice, which made people feel as comfortable as his people: "What do you think?"

"I'm sorry," Ning An also smiled: "I still want to do clothing design. Although you persuaded me that this road is not easy, I still want to try it. It doesn't matter if it is difficult or difficult."

He paused and said, "I would like to trouble you to express my gratitude to Teacher Zhang Qi on my behalf."

Feng Yun looked at Wang Rong indifferently, Wang Rong lowered his eyebrows and talked on the phone, and the smile between his eyebrows became more and more obvious.

He said, "Why don't you tell him to his face? He wants to meet you."

After a moment of silence, Ning An apologized and said, "I'm sorry, but I don't need to waste the time of the teachers. I won't change my mind."

Wang Rong didn't speak, Ning An flicked the cigarette ash and said softly, "Then...that's it?"

Out of politeness, he didn't hang up immediately after he finished speaking, but wanted to wait for Wang Rong's reply before hanging up.

"Then he must be very disappointed," Wang Rong's smile came over clearly.

Ning An had no choice but to say sorry again.

"By the way," Wang Rong seemed to think of something: "Last time you said you had some works of your own, didn't you?"

Ning An tightened his fingers holding the phone, but this time he didn't dare to have too much expectation, so he just hummed lightly.

Fearing that Wang Rong would not listen, he added: "Yes, teacher."

"I still remember what you said last time, let me take a look for you when I have time," Wang Rong said and glanced at the desk calendar on his desk: "At the end of the month, I have two days at the end of the month, when you call me, Let me take a look for you, how about it?"

Ning An brought the finger holding the cigarette to his lips and bit it hard, it hurt a lot.

But his eyes were extremely bright, full of joy.

He pursed his lips and smiled, although the other party couldn't see him, he still showed restraint: "Thank you teacher."

After hanging up the phone, the feeling of unreality spread layer upon layer, making him not sure whether Wang Rong's words were his own fantasy.

Holding the phone, he was very annoyed that he didn't record it. If he recorded it, he could confirm it over and over again.

He was so happy that he instinctively wanted to call Feng Yun.

But after Feng Yun's name jumped out on the screen with his slender fingers, he stopped again.

Nothing is settled yet.

After Wang Rong put down the phone, Feng Yun's expression also sank: "Teacher Wang?"

Although he couldn't hear the voice on the phone, he could tell from Wang Rong's words that Wang Rong had someone he admired.

And the other party is very likely to be his apprentice.

The person who can make Wang Rong show such an expression and ask to read the works for the other party must be someone he admires very much.

What about Ning An?Ning An's crisis became more serious.

Wang Rong looked up at him, obviously knowing what he wanted to say, but he didn't give him face: "Mr. Feng, fair competition."

"Push him." Feng Yun said: "I can promise you any conditions."

The author has something to say: I am too sleepy, there may be flaws, and I really can’t hold on if I can’t make it in time next time, so I should ask for leave.

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