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

"Any conditions are acceptable?" Wang Rong smiled lightly, narrowing his eyes slightly: "If I say that I want Mr. Feng's favorite, is that okay?"

"You..." Feng Yun looked at him, although he didn't show it on the surface, but he was very annoyed in his heart.

But Wang Rong looked at him leisurely, his whole body was full of confidence and composure far beyond his age.

Favorite?If it was before, his favorite would only be games, but now, it is Ning An.

Wang Rong was still looking at him, with a half smile but not a smile, with a look of ease.

"Teacher, I'm serious." Feng Yun's expression became serious, his chin slightly raised, his eyes sharp, and his aura was aggressive: "Please don't joke about this kind of thing with me."

Wang Rong looked back at him without changing his expression.

He had heard about Feng Yun's methods in the mall, and he had also seen Chu He's internal changes, which could not have been accomplished without Thunder's methods.

But he had known Feng Xu for a long time, and the impression Feng Yun gave him was that he was always polite and reserved, and at best was a little cold.

This was the first time he saw him showing such sharp eyes and such a powerful aura.

He smiled, this is the real Feng Yun.

Wang Rong pissed off the young man, and felt that teasing him was enough, so he smiled with satisfaction.

But he really didn't like Feng Yun's attitude.

After all, accepting apprentices is not a child's play for him, and it is not something that others can exchange.

That's why he deliberately used the word "favorite" to wake him up, telling him that not everything can be traded.

But Feng Yun's expression was serious and persistent. Obviously, he was still persisting and didn't want to give up.

Wang Rong was genuinely curious, who was worthy of his persistence?

"What does Mr. Feng think I lack? Or is there something I can't ask for, and I have to make concessions to you in the matter of accepting apprentices?" Wang Rong leaned back in the back of the chair, crossing his fingers on his lap , looking at him with a little doubt.

Wang Rong has little desire.

His grandfather started out as a building material maker. In his father's generation, it happened to be at the peak of the government's infrastructure construction, and then it was the most prosperous era of real estate. The time and place were favorable, and the wealth of the Wang family was rapidly accumulating and expanding, let alone borrowing money. With the cooperation relationship with the government in the early stage, the investment has been made deep and far.

Therefore, although the Wang family kept a low profile, no one dared to underestimate it.

Even if Wang Rong does not have the achievements today, even if he is only a second-generation ancestor like Chu Qin, this life is enough to spend a life without worry.

Not to mention that he is still better than blue than blue.

Stepping into the top of the international fashion circle at a young age, he has his fame, fortune and status in his hands only by himself.

But even so, he never spendthrift and arrogance, only focus on his work in a low-key manner, and he is polite and reserved in dealing with others.

He is neither humble nor overbearing to his superiors, but gentle and amiable to his subordinates.

For a person like him, wealth, fame, status, everything is lacking, so what can move his heart?

Feng Yun looked at the coffee that was drank until there was only a thin layer of coffee left at the bottom of the cup, and there was a trace of struggle in his eyes.

He knew what Wang Rongque was, but this was someone else's scar, and if he used this to negotiate terms, he would not be a gentleman.

And this isn't a mall after all.

The mall is bloodthirsty, and there are many methods that can be used.

But between people, it is far from that simple, not to mention, Wang Rong is still someone he respects a lot.

But what about Ning An?

Ning An shouldn't be buried either.

Just now, Feng Yun could see Wang Rong talking on the phone clearly, his eyes were filled with relief, appreciation and joy.

The person who can make Wang Rong so happy must not be a mediocre person. If the other party has studied professionally and systematically...

So even if Ning An is excellent, what can he do?

He has no formal professional study and training in this area, and he is already at a disadvantage in the competition.

His strengths, his spirituality, his persistence and hard work all need to be exposed slowly, and it takes time to slowly understand.

However, why would he ask Wang Rong, who is so busy, to slowly discover Ning An's excellence, hard work, and spirituality?

Besides, the other party has preconceived Wang Rong's liking...

He felt that he had delayed Ning'an, and was worthless and sad for Ning'an.

As a result, the hand holding the cup became tighter and tighter. For him, he was willing to be a villain once.

When he raised his eyes again, Feng Yun's expression was as calm as before, making it impossible to see that he had struggled like that before.

He met Wang Rong's smiling eyes, raised his head and drank the cold coffee.

The voice was also calm and indifferent: "What if I could invite Mr. Cheng, a Parisian art curator, to host the autumn New York fashion show for us?"

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, staring at Wang Rong's calm face, but his heart was tense.

Such an approach is still a bit risky, and it may irritate him.

Sure enough, the calmness on Wang Rong's face slowly broke, although it was only a momentary thing.

The way he looked at Feng Yun was no longer as calm and gentle as before. There is no doubt that Feng Yun had investigated him, and the investigation was very deep.

Otherwise, he would not know anything about him and Cheng Qian.

After all, what happened back then was too secretive, and too few people knew about it.

But he didn't mean to blame him.

After all, Feng Yun entered Chu He's power center alone, so many things had to be done, and the methods had to be ruthless.

Otherwise, even with Chu Yunhe escorting them, it would not be enough to squeeze those people's teeth.

He has been frank all his life, and what happened with Cheng Qian is not shameful, on the contrary, it is the most precious thing in his heart.

His gaze didn't leave Feng Yun. After a moment of silence, he didn't deny it, but he still shook his head: "No, I'm afraid that I will insult Cheng Qian."

A hint of surprise slowly surfaced on Feng Yun's expression, and Wang Rong smiled faintly: "It's the same for you, aren't you afraid of insulting the person you want to introduce by using this method?"

Feng Yun pursed the corners of her lips, and subconsciously stroked the coffee cup in her hand with her fingers.

The fine white porcelain is so thin that it almost transmits light, and the tentacles are also warm and smooth, like jade, like that person's skin.

"No," he said softly, "it's my own problem. I already have unclean blood in my bones, and it has nothing to do with him."

Wang Rong thought he would be ashamed or regretful, but he didn't expect him to have such a reaction. He smiled: "I'm really curious, who is the other party, who can make you spare no effort?"

Feng Yun's calm and indifferent expression overflowed with tenderness: "He is... a very good friend of mine."

Wang Rong nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

"I'm sorry." Feng Yun said softly, "I'm ashamed of what I did."

Wang Rong smiled and said nothing.

"But I have one more request." Feng Yun looked at him persistently.

"Please tell me, Mr. Feng." The gentle smile in Wang Rong's eyes spread again, it could even be said to be warm and tolerant.

Feng Yun was very grateful in his heart, he said: "Can you meet my people first?"

Wang Rong didn't speak, neither refused nor agreed, but his eyes seemed to be looking at a wayward child.

Feng Yun also looked at him, saying it was a request, but his eyes and tone gradually became stronger: "I made an appointment first!"

Wang Rong felt a little funny, but what he said was not unreasonable, so he nodded: "Yes."

Different from Feng Yun's heavy mood, Ning An was so happy today that he even acted very childishly.

He flung himself on the bed, with the thin quilt between his legs, tossing and turning, venting the joy and expectation that no one in his heart shared.

The plant called Joy in the bottom of his heart was blooming in big flowers, and a wonderful feeling filled his heart.

It wasn't until he was tired of tossing around that he jumped up and rearranged the design sketches, renderings, and hand-drawn drawings in his hands...

According to the sequence, I showed my design ideas and production process, and made LOOKBOOK.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, the doorbell rang, and outside the door was Feng Yun's life assistant.

The boy brought up some boxes and finally brought him a lunch.

The box is full of various supplements prepared by Feng Yun. In addition to the ginseng and bird's nest he mentioned in the morning, there are also several large boxes of dried sea cucumber, donkey-hide gelatin, fish maw...

That's not counting, there are a few barrels of old Yunnan brown sugar and other things, let alone some other things that Ning'an has never seen before.

Ning An looked at it for a while. In fact, he didn't know how to eat these things.

He checked his mobile phone for a long time, and finally rubbed his forehead helplessly.

Feng Yun said to prepare supplements, but there are too many of these.

Besides, as far as he knew about supplements, it was easy to get angry if you took too much.

His family also took supplements, but very few, mainly because his mother often ate bird's nest, in the name of beauty.

In autumn and winter, I also eat donkey-hide gelatin occasionally, but if I eat a little more, I will easily get angry.

Ning An thanked the assistant, and packed up the things by himself, thinking that Feng Yun would be responsible for everything.

Only later, he regretted this decision very much.

Because Feng Yun vented the anger ignited by the tonic on him in other ways.

In the afternoon, Feng Yun called to tell him that there was a business dinner in the evening and he couldn't go home for dinner, and told him to eat some.

His voice was a little tired, Ning An didn't want to worry him, so he responded casually.

It's just that he doesn't eat much dinner, especially this morning, so he hung up the phone and checked the information again.

In fact, the overall situation is almost the same, but he is a little nervous, so he spends more time checking.

He's been a little free lately.

Fang Jin’s part of hand-painting can be skipped, because after receiving his message that day, Fang Jin finally decided to take back the original materials and revise them again.

But Chu Yayan's work is still early, it is very delicate manual work, and it is easy to hurt the eyes if it is done for a long time, so he just finds time to do it.

After thinking about it, he took out a stack of silk fabrics from the bottom of the closet, and planned to make two sets of summer pajamas for Feng Yun himself.

But after only cutting two scissors, he stopped with a frown, and then put the fabric away again.

After all, pajamas are still too ambiguous. If two people end up missing out, this thing will be a bit embarrassing for each other.

He put the things away, took out the polished agate stones, and made matching brooches, tie clips and cufflinks for him under the light.

These are things he can use often, and close friends can also give them, and the value is not high, and it is very meaningful to do it by himself.

He prepared black and white agate stones, and prepared to make two sets for him, which are very convenient for daily matching.

He was very devoted to it, with a smile on his lips, forgetting the time.

The feeling of making things for Feng Yun and making things for others seems to be different, happy and happy.

When the light knock of the door brought him back to reality, it was past eleven o'clock, and three hours had passed in a flash.

He swiftly put away the things, and even himself was a little surprised at how devoted he was.

Feng Yun put down his things and walked straight to Ning An's room.

He smelled heavily of alcohol, and there was a trace of worry in his brows and eyes.

Ning An was sitting with his back to him, with a straight posture, with his head slightly lowered, showing a section of his neck, as if he was reading a book.

As he got closer to the door, he turned his head to look at him, with a smile on his brow and eyes, very relaxed and happy.

His appearance made his heart feel even heavier.

He regrets it.

I regret that I didn't keep a close eye on Wang Rong because of my respect for Wang Rong.

With so much time ahead, as long as he is willing to spend half a day with him, he won't be able to wait until now to give Ning An a strong competitor.

He leaned against the door frame, looking at him with deep eyes.

After drinking too much, he couldn't even do the little things he was good at, like hiding his emotions.

Ning An stood up, her heart skipped a beat by his expression.

He walked up to him and smelled heavily of alcohol.

He remembered the absurd things he did to sleep under his bed when he was drunk last time, so he relaxed a little.

But his expression still made him ask very cautiously: "Did you feel uncomfortable after drinking too much?"

Feng Yun didn't answer.

He waited for a while and asked again: "Did you encounter difficulties at work?"

Feng Yun looked at him, and finally said softly: "It's a bit boring."

He was still wearing a tie around his neck, Ning An was a step away from him, pressed his hands on his neck, and reminded him: "Take off the tie."

Feng Yun tugged, but didn't, and his expression was even more troubled.

Seeing that he was probably really drunk, Ning An took a step forward and pulled the tie down from his throat a little bit.

When his hand touched the bow tie, he saw Feng Yun's Adam's apple rolling, very sexy.

It made him feel guilty and nervous.

He panicked to find a topic: "Today your assistant sent a lot of supplements, too many, do you know? We can't finish it."

"Then eat slowly." Feng Yun's eyes became more serious, and some distress reached into his eyes from a deep place: "You need to make up for it."

Ning An smiled, took his hand and wanted to take him out, bathe him or prepare hangover soup.

Drunk people need to be coaxed, so he continued his words and said: "Really? I don't think there are too many of them, so don't use them next time."

Feng Yun didn't move, he leaned against the door frame and pulled his hand away.

Pressing his shoulder with one hand, pinching his chin with the other, lifting his face,

He looked at him for a while, rubbed his lips with his thumb, and said very seriously: "Look, it's light pink, and it's low in energy and blood."

He drank too much, couldn't control his strength, and his hands were a little too strong, which made Ning An's lips ache.

He wanted to break free, but his strength was very strong, and his lips were rubbed bright red within a few strokes.

Feng Yun looked at the color fascinatedly, and smiled softly, "Look, this is the right way."

Ning An grabbed his wrist and stopped his movements: "Feng Yun, I feel a little pain."

Feng Yun's hand stopped, looked down at him for a while, and then pulled him into his arms.

He stroked the back of his head and said sadly, "I'm sorry."

Ning An smiled, smelled the alcohol on his body, hugged him with his back, and comforted him: "It's okay, you're just drunk, and it doesn't hurt too much."

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