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

Feng Yun sent Ning An to the door, and Ning An pressed his shoulder to prevent him from sending him down.

Now their relationship is not particularly suitable for public announcement.

The various speculations and factional struggles within Chuhe hadn't been dealt with cleanly and clearly enough, and Ning An had already suffered a lot of gossip when he first joined Wang Rong's studio, so he wanted to be more low-key.

Feng Yun pressed him against the door panel again, lowered his head and kissed him for a while, then reluctantly let him go.

"I'll pick you up from get off work at night." He said softly.

Ning An was worried that he was too tired, and didn't want him to come back at first, but after thinking about it, she nodded with a smile, and opened the door.

Yang Miao has been paying attention to their boss's movements, seeing Ning An coming out now, she couldn't help but look at his expression secretly.

Ning An looked very calm, and there was nothing wrong with him. He said goodbye to her with a polite smile and thanked her.

Yang Miao was relieved, but when he turned around and walked towards the elevator, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

His lips seem to be very red, not the same as the original pink?

It's just that when she wanted to confirm again, Ning An had already turned and left.

His footsteps were a little hurried, with one hand hooked on the bag belt, he quickly turned into the elevator room.

Ning An got stuck and rushed to the studio.

There was food left for him in the kitchen, and he went in with his bag on his back. Before he could heat the meal, the phone rang.

On the screen is Wang Rong's name.

He hung up the phone and walked into the office area. Wang Rong's office door was closed. He knocked on it and put his head in with a smile.

"Back?" Wang Rong was a little surprised to see him.

"Just arrived." Ning An said, moved his hands hooked to the strap of the bag, and said with a smile, "I haven't put down the bag yet."

Wang Rong nodded: "Pack up your things and go to the crew in the afternoon."

Although it was a bit sudden, Ning An immediately replied: "Okay."

He was just about to go back to his office to arrange work for the afternoon, when Wang Rong asked again: "Did Feng Yun send you back?"

Ning An shook his head, then nodded again: "The driver sent me back, he was too busy, and I only saw him for ten minutes."

Wang Rong was a little surprised, then laughed: "He still keeps you outside?"

For some reason, Wang Rong was willing to tease him today. Ning An pursed his lips and lowered his eyes and smiled, but did not answer him.

When he raised his eyes again, Wang Rong's gaze was a little different.

Although the same smile, although the same very gentle.

It's hard to tell what kind of feeling it is, but Ning An clearly knows that he is looking at him, but his mind is wandering to other places.

Ning An held the bag in his hand: "Teacher, I'm going to prepare my stuff."

"Well," Wang Rong was still looking at him, but just as he turned around, he called him again: "Ning'an?"

Ning An turned back, with a smile in his eyes, quietly waiting for him to speak.

Wang Rong has returned to normal, just asked him: "Have you had lunch yet?"

Ning An paused, but before he answered, Wang Rong already understood from his expression, and said, "Go and eat something, don't worry."

The small kitchen in the studio has always had a rich menu.

The aunt in the kitchen also left him a lot.

Ning An heated up the rice in the microwave oven, ate a few mouthfuls casually, then quickly packed up his things and set off with Wang Rong.

Most of the filming locations of "Model" are in City A, and due to the needs of the plot, a very small part of the filming needs to be transferred to City Q in the later stage.

However, the indoor scenes and the filming of the runway scenes will all be set up in the studio in City A.

The studio is in the suburbs, not far from the airport, and can be reached in an hour and a half by car.

It was around 03:30 PM when they arrived.

Wang Rong entered the booth and sat next to Zhang Qi, and the two communicated in a low voice while watching the live shooting.

Ning An went to have a meeting with the Fu Hua Dao staff.

It is rare that several groups of staff members arrived today, so Zhang Qi temporarily contacted Wang Rong to bring Ning An over, and we discussed the follow-up cooperation matters together.

There are a lot of costumes, accessories, and styles used in this play, so this part of the staff is also relatively large.

Everyone is good at what they like, and they have different philosophies.

It is necessary to achieve a hundred flowers blooming, so that the film has a sense of hierarchy visually, not single.

It is not an easy task to achieve a balanced state where different styles of works can be integrated and complement each other, and a single individual can be matched together to achieve a certain sublimation rather than conflict in the so-called aesthetics.

This requires each other to give a lot of patience and time to communicate and adapt.

This was the first time I came here, and Ning An first chose to listen.

While listening to the preliminary designs and proposals of the clothing team staff, he carefully took notes, and finally asked questions.

The several sets of costumes in his hand have not yet reached the time of drawing, and he is just doing the initial preparation and research work.

So while listening, I outlined the contradictions between my initial direction and the existing crew design, so as to make improvements and avoid conflicts.

In the end, everyone discussed for a long time, and after discussing many issues, they set a preliminary direction.

It was past seven o'clock when it was over, and a staff member brought in dinner.

Ning An opened the boxed lunch, and was about to eat when he remembered something, raised his head and asked the staff: "And my teacher..."

The staff laughed and thought he was young and cute: "Well, everyone has food to eat, but Teacher Wang is hungry."

The atmosphere suddenly relaxed, and Ning An embarrassedly laughed along with everyone.

Sometimes the relationship between people is very strange. Although it is only a small episode, everyone quickly becomes familiar with it.

After taking two mouthfuls, Ning An was shocked again.

He was so busy that he lost his head and forgot what Feng Yun said that he was going to pick him up.

And because of the meeting, he had turned his phone to silent before.

At this moment, he frantically took out the phone from his bag and turned it on, there were indeed several missed calls from Feng Yun on the screen.

Feng Yun left the company as soon as he got off work at 05:30, and drove to the studio to pick up Ning An.

He called Ning An in Jinrui's underground garage, but no one answered.

After dialing several times in a row, he chose to go upstairs directly.

It was his first visit to Wang Rong's studio, and most of the employees were still working overtime. Several assistants who often went to Chuhe to run errands were a little surprised to see him.

Zhang Luo was talking on the phone, Xiao Di entertained Feng Yun.

This was the first time he saw Feng Yun in real life, he had seen it on TV or the Internet before.

Feng Yun is tall, handsome, even better looking than in photos or videos, and he treats people very politely but indifferently.

Xiao Di stood beside him, his height of 176 seemed petite, and he became a little cautious.

"Is your Teacher Wang not here?" Feng Yun opened his mouth as he considered how to ask Ning An's news.

"Ms. Wang has gone to the 'Model' crew," Xiao Di said with a smile, "Is there anything you need to convey or convey?"

Feng Yun just came back and didn't know much about the cooperative relationship between the model crew and the studio, so he couldn't help being a little surprised: "Go to the crew at this point?"

"I went early in the afternoon." Xiao Di poured a cup of hot water for Feng Yun, put it considerately on the table in front of him, and said with a smile, "Actually, Brother Ning is mainly responsible, but Brother Ning doesn't care about anything." Yes, the teacher will go with him."

Feng Yun frowned imperceptibly, but didn't say anything.

Xiao Di misunderstood that Feng Yun probably had some opinions on Ning An who "knows nothing".

He wanted to say a few more words, but Feng Yun had already stood up, and he said calmly: "Since he's not here, let's talk about it next time."

Xiao Di had no choice but to send him to the elevator, called the elevator courteously, and then watched him enter the elevator.

Feng Yun went downstairs, got into the car, and called Ning An's number again, but no one answered.

He wanted to call Wang Rong, but thinking of Wang Rong's reaction, he withdrew his finger on the screen.

He sat in the car in silence for a moment, then loosened his brows, and turned to drive towards the crew.

The sky in June changed as soon as it was said, and it started to rain halfway through.

Almost without any warning, the big raindrops fell down, and many unprepared pedestrians on the road were drowned in an instant.

When Ning An's call came, he was almost at the studio.

His voice was a little low, and the background sound beside him was a little noisy: "Feng Yun, where are you now?"

Feng Yun said, "On the way."

"On the way home?" Ning An asked again: "I came over to the production team in the afternoon. The studio and the production team have some cooperation. I forgot to tell you during the meeting."

"Well," Feng Yun said, "It's raining and there's a traffic jam."

"Are you going to pick me up?" Ning An was silent for a moment, apologetic and coquettish: "I'm sorry."

Feng Yun laughed: "Stupid?"

Ning An also laughed, but her voice was lowered: "Then... wait for me after you wash up."

Ning An hung up the phone, took a few mouthfuls of food in a hurry, and followed the staff into the studio.

What is being filmed is a supporting role, and the scene is the backstage of the show that he is very familiar with. Under the lights, the camera is shooting the scene from different angles.

The scene was in a mess and busy, and the restoration of the backstage was very real and appropriate.

Tian Xiaoci sat in a corner, holding a water bottle in his hand and watching other people's performance seriously.

Wang Rong half leaned in the chair, followed Zhang Qi to watch the monitor, and occasionally said a word or two.

Ning An went to Wang Rong first, called "Teacher," and then greeted the director.

Zhang Qi raised his head from the monitor, looked at him with a look of embarrassment, turned his head and glared at Wang Rong.

Wang Rong laughed happily and said to him: "We are going back, next time we have something to say in advance, don't be in such a hurry."

Zhang Qi was noncommittal, Ning An raised his eyes to Tian Xiaoci, and met Tian Xiaoci's eyes eagerly looking at him.

Tian Xiaoci's expression didn't look very happy, so Ning An said to Wang Rong, "Teacher, can I go over and say a few words?"

Wang Rong nodded and said with a smile: "Go, there is no rush."

Tian Xiaoci was wearing makeup, and the clothes on his body were sequined stage makeup, which was very shiny, but his expression was very depressed.

Ning An bent down in front of him: "What's wrong? A big star?"

Tian Xiaoci seldom hugged his waist so dependently, he didn't even mind his jokes, and just whispered: "I don't think I can do it."

"What's wrong?" Ning An rubbed his hair.

"Only a few sets were taken," Tian Xiaoci frowned: "Basically, every shot needs to be NGed more than 20 times."

Ning An didn't have much idea about these things: "What about others?"

"Others do it seven or eight times more," Tian Xiaoci said, "The director's requirements are very strict."

"It doesn't matter." Ning An looked at the actors in the field: "They are all experienced actors. You are just getting in touch with them. It's normal that you can't master them well."

"Really?" Even though he knew that Ning An was comforting him, Tian Xiaoci still relaxed a little.

"Well," Ning An nodded: "The director praised you just now, saying that you have made great progress and are very spiritual."

"Really?" Tian Xiaoci asked again.

"Of course." Ning An laughed, "When have I ever lied to you?"

Tian Xiaoci was relieved a lot.

"Just like walking on the catwalk before, there is only the stage, don't think so much." Ning An said: "Take it easy."

Tian Xiaoci nodded, and Ning An said: "I may come here often, and I will come to see you in a few days."

Tian Xiaoci was a little bit reluctant, but still nodded.

Although he is usually a little simple, he has his own opinions and is very tough in situations.

Many times when Ning An encountered problems, Qin Wenyu would deal with them thoughtfully and mellowly, but Tian Xiaoci had the bravery of a young man, and could stand up and deal with them.

Ning An thought that he had no problem. Anyone who faced a completely unfamiliar environment and industry would easily feel uneasy and lose their vigor.

So he told him white lies to put him at ease.

Feng Yun's car was parked outside the studio, through the rain and fog, he looked at the headlights outside the studio.

The phone vibrated, and Ning An said he was leaving.

When he was still thinking about how to tell Ning An to appear less clingy, two figures appeared at the entrance of the studio.

Wang Rong opened an umbrella, and Ning An was standing beside him with his bag on his back. Just as Feng Yun was about to whistle, he saw Wang Rong spread his arms and wrapped Ning An in his arms.

He half hugged him and walked out, and the two talked intimately while walking, looking at each other from time to time.

Knowing that it was nothing, Feng Yun's heart still ached with sourness.

He didn't move, just sat there watching them get into the car, and then the car started, the headlights made a passage in the night rain, and they gradually went away.

Ning An and Wang Rong returned to the studio first, and after putting down the materials, Wang Rong sent him back.

He entered the door, kicked off his shoes, and went up to the second floor barefoot. Because he was afraid that Feng Yun would fall asleep, he walked very lightly.

Feng Yun didn't fall asleep, he was wearing a lace-up nightgown, leaning against the head of the bed, with a book under his palm, but he didn't open it.

Ning An laughed when he saw him, and the prickly dimples came out, very sweet.

He stepped forward to hug him and kissed him, smelling the aroma of shower gel on his body, praised him: "You're so good, I've washed it clean."

Feng Yun raised his hand to hold his hand, trying to pull him into his arms, but he wondered in his heart if he smiled like this to others.

Ning An smiled and broke free from his hand: "I'm going to take a shower."

He entered the bathroom, and after a while, there was an ambiguous sound of water coming from the bathroom, Feng Yun listened quietly, followed by the slight hum of the hair dryer.

After the sound of the hair dryer stopped, Ning An came out quickly.

His cheeks were steamed with powder, his lips were bright red, and his body exuded warm water vapor and the same aroma of shower gel as him.

Ning An wanted to turn off the lights, but Feng Yun called him: "Ning An."

Ning An turned to look at him with clear eyes, Feng Yun stretched out his hand to him: "Come here, don't turn off the lights."

Ning An then obediently walked over, still wearing a loose T-shirt, kneeling on the side of the bed with one leg.

Feng Yun felt the mattress tremble, and then stretched out his hand to pull him onto himself.

(***********)

They kissed intimately, and then Ning An opened the strap of his pajamas.

He looked up at him from the angle that made his eyes look especially big, his lips were ruddy, his cheeks were porcelain but powdery.

Feng Yun looked down at him, there was no obvious expression on his face, but his eyes frightened him a little.

He is too immature and has no skills.

But there was a strange sense of contentment in him.

The devil in his heart, who hadn't shown his face for a long time, stared at him again, looking for an opportunity to break out of the cage and control his mind.

He just wanted to make him comfortable, but he didn't think about himself.

Feng Yun's heart suddenly twisted and ached, like a hypocrite, he was clearly torturing others, but he still showed his heartache.

He wrapped his chin and raised his face, holding the man tightly in his arms.

"Stupid or not?" he asked.

He raised his face, his face was very red, and his eyelashes were wet with tears.

The light hit his face, making him look clean and transparent.

He doesn't even know how dark he is inside and just wants to make him comfortable.

This night, Ning An didn't even know when it would end, let alone that Feng Yun's heart had been stormed.

The author has something to say: (**********) See Weibo, after writing this chapter, I feel so tired, I am already a useless person

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