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

Ning An didn't evade this time, nor did he show any rejection. He pursed his lips and thought for a moment: "Tomorrow, let's talk about it tomorrow night, and then we can talk."

Feng Yun originally just wanted to tease him, but didn't think about what would really happen.

After all, he didn't even give him the answer, after all, he didn't even dare to kiss his lips.

He was stunned holding his hand, his heart was beating wildly, and he knew that the answer he was waiting for was coming.

He looked at his eyes like a ball of dark fire, struggling to suppress it, it only needs a little air to burst and explode into the sky.

"Say it again." He waited for so long that this day was really coming, but he felt a little unreal, and even wondered if he had heard it wrong.

There is also some faint fear, but more of anticipation.

Ning An's face turned red, and he looked straight into his eyes: "Tomorrow, I had dinner at Uncle and Aunt's, and we'll have a drink when we come back. I have something to talk to you about."

Feng Yun looked at his expression carefully, bit by bit, he was very shy, nervous, and seemed worried.

But when there is such a thing as shyness in the relationship, it is generally not a rejection. His heart is full of joy, he has waited for so long, and now there is only one day, but he can't wait anymore.

He hugged him into his arms, stroked the soft hair on the back of his head, and said softly, "Okay."

Then he paused as if remembering something, and asked him, "Can we go over for dinner early tomorrow?"

Ning An was hugged tightly by him, and his voice was a little muffled: "Huh?"

Feng Yun said softly: "That way it can end earlier, and I want to go there later."

He spoke very briefly, but Ning An knew what he was talking about?

His mother Feng Ran there.

Feng Yun no longer listened to Feng Ran, but he never cared less for her.

Monthly living expenses, daily necessities, fruits, vegetables, meat and eggs delivered to your door three times a week, Feng Ran's regular medical examination results...

What he should do, he never missed it.

He even found a more authoritative psychiatrist for him, but it was a pity that Feng Ran didn't cooperate.

The psychiatrist said that it is best to have the patient's cooperation for this kind of mental illness, so that the effect can be better.

So Feng Yun was not in a hurry, but every week when Feng Ran called, he would spare some time to do her work.

Feng Ran threatened Feng Yun with various conditions in exchange for her cooperating with the doctor, but Feng Yun firmly refused.

Although it looks calm on the surface, the tug-of-war between mother and son has never stopped.

Ning An understood him, after all, it was his mother, and his birthday was also a very difficult day for his mother.

Feng Yun is a very affectionate and responsible person, for Lao Luo, for the game company, and especially for Feng Ran.

That's why his life can't be so easy.

But it was precisely because of this that Ning An liked him more.

Seeing him bravely take up the responsibility, seeing him resolutely refuse to resolutely break up without being ungrateful, knowing that there is a soft and hot heart under his indifferent appearance, that makes him like him more and appreciate him more.

"Okay," Ning An smiled, "I'll be with you."

When she woke up the next day, Ning An still turned down.

The noodles are fine noodles bought in the supermarket. The chicken broth is used as a base, and it is served with shredded chicken and vegetables. The room is full of fragrance.

Feng Yun rubbed his eyes and came out of the bedroom, seeing Ning An wearing a small floral apron around his neck, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He hooked the thin apron strap from behind and pulled him into his arms: "Is there a new way?"

"What?" Ning An turned to look at him in surprise, his eyes were black and white, obviously he didn't understand what he said.

He smiled at him: "Happy birthday, Feng Yun."

"Thank you, I'm 24 years old," Feng Yun rubbed his slightly forward neck from behind. The small knuckles on the neck protruded, which looked easy to bite. His voice was hoarse in the morning. He whispered in his ear: "I am the same age as you, Ning An."

"Is it good to be the same age as me?" Ning An couldn't help laughing.

"Of course." Feng Yunhui took it for granted, and everything related to him was fine.

Then he asked again, "Is it longevity noodles?"

"Is it?" Ning An smiled embarrassedly: "I don't know how to make handmade noodles. In fact, the authentic longevity noodles are a whole stick. Let's use machine noodles as a substitute, but we have to eat all of them. That's all that's left."

"Don't worry, I don't have any left." Feng Yun smiled slightly, and tugged at his little apron again: "Where did you get it?"

Ning An took off the apron, "The last time I bought a soup pot, I got it as a gift, as well as heat-insulating gloves and heat-insulating pads, a complete set."

"It's pretty." Feng Yun said.

"Don't insult my aesthetics as a fashion designer." Ning An amusedly opened the dining chair and sat opposite Feng Yun, watching him eat noodles seriously.

Seeing that he drank all the soup, he laughed happily and blessed him repeatedly: "Long life and long life."

Feng Yun laughed: "Why do you look like an old man, where do you come from so many rules?"

"When I celebrate my birthday, my parents always say that." Ning An laughed: "Isn't it like this in your family?"

As he spoke, he pushed a black wooden box in front of him: "I gave it to you, I forgot yesterday."

Feng Yun's nose was sweating from drinking the soup, he looked at the wooden box with joy in his eyes: "Can you open it?"

"En." Ning An nodded.

Inside the box are two sets of accessories, tie clips made of black and white agate, brooches, and cufflinks. They are arranged on both sides, and in the middle are two exquisite bow ties, one black and one white.

Feng Yun fondled it with his fingertips, met Shang Ning'an's expectant eyes, and said, "I like it so much."

"It's not worth much, but what matters is your heart." Ning An smiled.

Feng Yun still caressed with his head down, raised his eyes to look at Ning An for a while, and looked into his smiling eyes: "To me, it is a priceless treasure."

Ning An pursed his lips and smiled, the smile grew bigger and bigger, and finally he lowered his eyes, but Li Dio couldn't hide it no matter what.

Feng Yun looked at him greedily, Ning An smiled for a while and said, "I used to think your mouth was poisonous, but now I think your mouth is really sweet."

Feng Yun thought of those stupid things he said to Ning An before, no matter how long it had passed, he still regretted it.

He was quiet for a moment, then asked him, "Would you like to have a taste?"

"What?" Ning An looked at him with a smile, slightly puzzled.

"Didn't you say I have a sweet mouth?" Feng Yun laughed: "Would you like to taste it?"

Ning An lowered his head, his ears turned a little red, and after a while he laughed and cursed: "Fuck, show some face."

Feng Yun also couldn't help laughing.

He grabbed his hand and rubbed his hair. Since when did he start speaking softly and sweetly to him, he himself didn't know very well.

Maybe it's just because I like him so much, I like him so much that my heart is sweet, so I can't wait to blurt out the words with sweetness.

This was indeed the happiest birthday he had ever had. Feng Ran would help him celebrate every birthday in the past.

But there is always some preaching, and one year older, so what should be done.

It's not so much a celebration as the beginning of a more serious grip on him that grows with each passing year.

The mailbox is full of blessing emails, from colleagues, partners, and some personal ones.

Secretary Yang Miao also worked overtime with the boss, and when eating ice cream in the tea room at noon, Feng Yun shared a little bit for the first time.

He was smiling all day in the company, and the little girls who came to work overtime were all crazy with joy.

They are saying in private that seeing Mr. Feng smile makes the class extra valuable.

At four o'clock he left on time and took Ning An to Chu's house for dinner.

It was just five o'clock when we arrived at Chu's house, an hour earlier than the agreed time with Chu Yunhe.

As usual, he drove to the parking lot of the west building to park, and then walked towards the main building hand in hand with Ning An.

There are not many people outside the main building at the moment, and there are workers cleaning flower branches and mowing the lawn in the front garden.

There was the humming sound of the lawn mower, and this side of the world was especially quiet.

They walked to the door of the main building, the door was open, and they met the butler coming out of it.

The housekeeper's surname is Chen, and Feng Yun calls him Uncle Chen.

Seeing him was not as respectful as usual, Uncle Chen's face froze, and he turned around and went back without even saying hello.

Feng Yun took two steps forward, and pressed his shoulder from behind: "Uncle Chen!"

Uncle Chen's face was a little pale, but his expression was still calm, and he greeted respectfully: "Master."

Feng Yun didn't expose him, and smiled: "When I came, I saw someone looking for you, you should go out first."

Uncle Chen looked at Feng Yun, then at Ning An, and finally replied respectfully: "Yes."

After Uncle Chen left, Feng Yun's face became tense, and the corners of his lips were straightened.

Ning An shook his hand, squeezed his palm, Feng Yun forced a smile at him, and the two walked inside together.

There was no one in the hall, and the TV was still on, playing a TV series.

There is a small flower hall separated by a screen, which is where Chu Yunhe drinks tea, and there are faint quarrels in it.

The sound of the TV covered the voice inside, so they couldn't hear clearly, Feng Yun led Ning An closer to the screen.

They accidentally heard Feng Ran's voice: "Why do you think I gave birth to a child? Why do you think I worked so hard to raise him? I just want to use him to revenge you. You are right, I will Use him as a tool, what's the matter? He was born by me, I can do whatever I want with him, God has eyes, this woman can't give birth, hahahaha..."

Her laughter was crazy and proud: "No matter how capable you are, Chu Yunhe, your only child was born to me."

Ning An's heart clenched, and he instinctively wanted to pull Feng Yun out, but Feng Yun remained motionless, his face was pale, his eyes were black, and the eye sockets were faintly red.

He stood there stubbornly, thinking that he had finally had a happy birthday, but it was still ruined.

He listened to his mother's every word, and his heart was full of scars that hadn't healed yet, and was brutally torn open one by one, dripping with blood.

My heart hurts, my heart hurts so much, it hurts so much that I almost shed tears, and I endure it until the tip of my nose is sore.

Liu Qing's voice came out, interrupting Feng Ran's laughter. She said to Chu Yunhe: "No, you can bear it, but I can't bear it. It's too much. Today is the child's birthday. She is like this. trouble."

Chu Yunhe was silent, Liu Qing's voice was slow and clear: "The child doesn't visit you as a mother for his birthday, why can't you reflect on yourself? You always feel that others are sorry for you, why don't you think about what you have done?"

"What right do you have to talk to me, you bitch." Feng Ran's voice was gritted, and it didn't match the elegant and beautiful middle-aged woman in Ning An's impression at all.

"I'm a slut?" Liu Qing laughed: "My family and the Chu family's seniors are on good terms. I like Chu Yunhe first. Chu Yunhe doesn't like me, but likes you. I have no complaints. I bless him, but What about you? Just because the old man in the family objected, you broke up in a fit of anger. How did he get you back? How did he wait for you downstairs at your house night after night? He was lost and in a car accident, did you come to see him? Is it fair to them that you go far away when you are pregnant without letting him know, but use the child as a tool for revenge?"

"I, Liu Qing, was only with Chu Yunhe after you abandoned him. I have never intervened in your relationship. I did what I did and I have a clear conscience, but what did you say to the child? I can't bear it." What is it for so far? Isn't it for the children?"

"Don't say it so sweetly." Feng Ran said: "You said it was for Feng Yun? I don't believe it! You just want to curry favor with Feng Yun, and you are afraid that if he takes power in the future, you will have no place to stay. If you can live, you will Want him to come back? Only a ghost would believe it!"

There was silence in the room.

After a while, Chu Yunhe sighed: "I am the one who can't give birth."

This sentence was like a thunder, not only Feng Ran was stunned, but also the two people outside were also stunned.

"Do you still remember that it rained that night when I went to find you at the end?" Chu Yunhe's voice was very calm: "I stood all night, and when I left, I was cold and tired, and I couldn't concentrate when crossing the road. For me, Liu Qing has never given birth to her for the rest of her life. I dragged her down. She never blamed me, and now she has endured it for the sake of the child, but what about you? You are the biological mother of the child, what have you done?"

"Today is the child's birthday, so I beg you," Chu Yunhe said, "Go back and let the child have a good meal. The grievances between you and me should be settled at another time."

Feng Yun let go of Ning An's hand and walked in.

Liu Qing was startled when she saw him: "Feng Yun...you, didn't you say to come at six o'clock? Why so early?"

Feng Yun smiled miserably: "I want to come here early and eat early so that I can go and see my good mother."

He looked at Feng Ran, his lips moved, but he didn't speak in the end.

Feng Ran also looked back at him, her face was also pale and her lips trembled. Some of the words she said were probably intended to anger Liu Qing, but at this moment, they pierced into Feng Yun's heart.

Ning An wanted to shake Feng Yun's hand, only to realize that his hand was clenched into a fist, tightly clenched.

Chu Yunhe came over and patted Feng Yun's shoulder: "Don't worry about it."

Feng Yun rolled his Adam's apple, squatted down and looked up at Feng Ran: "Next week, go to treatment, otherwise, I will change my name and surname, and it has nothing to do with you, Feng Ran."

His eyes were like knives, and he pierced the blade towards himself enduring the pain, every word and every sentence was extremely clear.

Feng Ran tried to touch his hair with trembling hands, but Feng Yun turned his head away.

He stood up and said politely to Liu Qing: "Auntie, I will apologize to you later, and I will go back today."

"Hey, Feng Yun..."

Liu Qing shouted from behind, but Feng Yun was swept away like a gust of wind.

Ning An caught up with him, and suddenly remembered that it was the same when the game data was leaked last time, he was chasing after him, and the cold wind was biting outside.

He opened the door of the cab first: "I'll drive."

Feng Yun didn't speak, he sat in the co-pilot and smoked one by one with his head down.

At the door of the house, Ning An held his hand, which was cold and trembling faintly.

"Feng Yun?" Ning An called him.

As soon as the door was closed, he pressed him against the door, his eyes were red, and the smile on his lips was extremely desolate: "Ning An, what do you want to talk to me about today?"

Ning An opened his mouth, unable to say anything.

He opened his arms to hug him: "it's nothing, don't worry about those words."

"That's right, even my own biological mother can't love me and only treats me as a tool. Who else can I expect to love me?" Feng Yun broke his hand and looked at him coldly: " I always think too much about many things, now think about it, Ning An, you also want to reject me, right? You don’t love me either, do you? "

"No, Feng Yun."

Feng Yun put a finger in front of his lips, and smiled slightly: "I don't deserve someone to love me, do I?"

Ning An's heart began to tremble, nothing was important at this moment, he held Feng Yun's face with both hands, and kissed his lips: "I love you, Feng Yun, you don't know how good you are, you have How many people like you, I think about you every day. I love you more than you can imagine."

The author has something to say: I’ve been too busy in the third dimension recently, this chapter is so rushed, so what, it’s tomorrow

感谢在2019-11-1518:38:39~2019-11-1619:28:55期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Rinna Ryoran;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!