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

Ning An's biological clock is out of order.

He woke up in Feng Yun's arms, because he was strangled very tightly, so he had a not-so-good dream.

In the dream, he was chased, tied up, and stuffed into a small space.

In a daze, he felt that it should be a suitcase. With the lid of the suitcase closed, he was bound in darkness.

Fear hit him like a tide, he wanted to struggle, but his limbs were numb and he was powerless.

The light came in from the gaps in the curtains very little, and it was impossible to tell what time it was.

The air conditioner is low, so they can hug each other under a thin blanket and feel warm and secure.

He was pressed tightly to his chest, and the tip of his nose was buried in his hair as usual.

They seem to have never been separated, and they are so entangled and closely connected like every day.

Ning An was still very sleepy, he was pressed very tightly by him, so he didn't move much, only blinking his eyes slowly.

The long eyelashes brushed on his chest, scratching his heart like a kitten's paws, which drew a shallow smile from him: "Are you awake?"

There was still a hint of sleepiness in his voice, and he pressed him into his arms as he spoke.

Ning An was extremely tired, and asked softly, "What time is it?"

His voice was hoarse and unpleasant. After saying this, he buried his face in his chest again.

"07:30." Feng Yun rubbed the back of his head gently: "Are you uncomfortable?"

Ning An rolled onto him slowly, looked down at him, Feng Yun was also looking at him, his eyes were half closed, and his eyelashes were thick.

Ning An looked at it for a while, then began to pinch his earlobe with hands and feet, and asked him with a half-smile, "Has anyone ever told you that you are a fierce person?"

His waist was held down by Feng Yun, obviously his strength was inferior to others, but he teased him very arrogantly.

Although when Feng Yun was fierce, he could only be young and passive, but when Feng Yun was not fierce, he wanted to show a little more publicity.

He poked his Adam's apple and smiled softly: "Speak, little brother."

"How fierce?" Feng Yun squinted at him, without any superfluous expression on his face.

Ning An rolled his eyes, with a smile on his lips, thinking about what to say.

Feng Yun pressed his waist with his palm again, motioning him to look at her.

Then explain it to him very seriously: "No one ever said that to me."

He turned over, turned his back on the guest, and pressed him under him: "Because I have only been so fierce to you, if you think it is fierce, then it is fierce."

Ning An's heart was sour, as if soaked in a mixture of honey and lemon, it was very fierce if he wanted to say it.

Feng Yun traced his delicate eyebrows again and again with his fingers, and asked with a slight smile: "How fierce is it?"

Then kissed his eyes again: "You cried very hard last night."

Ning An's eyes were still red and tired, but the way he looked at him was clear and shy.

He likes to see him like this, ignorant, pretending to be calm, easy to bully.

"That's because you're too fierce," Ning An said, his ears turned red: "Feng Yun, my waist and legs are sore, and I can't escape even if I'm caught in my dream."

Feng Yun remembered the impulsiveness and loss of control at that moment last night, and frowned slightly.

But he still comforted him softly: "No one caught you, I'm here."

Ning An nodded and felt relieved.

Feng Yun pursed his lips and brushed his forehead hair to look at him, the strong desire for exclusiveness reminded him of the intimacy and tacit understanding between Wang Rong and him, and still felt uncomfortable.

But more is regret, regret for not being able to control his emotions and almost hurting him.

He lowered his eyelashes to look at him, in the dim light, his skin was like a soft pearl, white and moist, covered with a layer of faint light.

There are many and heavy marks under the shoulder and neck, like scars of different shades.

He lowered his head and kissed him gently and tenderly, pity and cherish, and after a while he raised his head again.

His eyes are very deep, meeting his innocent and unreserved eyes, and feeling a little lucky for no reason.

Fortunately, he trusted him too much, and he didn't have any defenses. That's why the unreasonable or even unreasonable but powerful storm didn't engulf him, and didn't explode completely. Instead, it dissipated silently in his love and tolerance. .

Maybe he is really his angel, who came from another world just to save him, Feng Yun thought.

But what can he do?

"What's wrong? Feng Yun?" Ning An touched his face with his hand, and rubbed his lips with a smile.

Feng Yun bit his fingertips, his Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was very soft, like a feather sweeping across his heart, making people want to cover his lips: "Maybe there will be more fierce ones in the future."

Ning An was stunned, with her lips parted slightly, Feng Yun said again: "But I will try to be gentle."

His expression also looks fierce and gentle, very contradictory, but charming.

The tone is calm, but the words are strong: "Ning An, you can only belong to me, and you will never escape my palm in this life."

It was supposed to be a very sweet moment, and Feng Yun's expression had nothing to do with sadness, but Ning An inexplicably felt a tinge of sadness.

He looked at him quietly for a moment, thinking that he was worried that he would leave his world without warning, so he felt insecure.

He wrapped his arms around his waist, looked at him with a smile in his eyes, and said in a relaxed tone: "Who said I want to run away? I don't want to."

Then he took his hand and shook his fingers.

Feng Yun's palm temperature was even higher, very warm, he said: "How can staying in such a warm place for a lifetime be enough?"

She teased him again: "You don't mean to abandon me in your next life to find someone else?"

Feng Yun didn't speak, but pressed the back of his head and held him in his arms, acting very clingy.

But soon, he turned him over again and massaged his waist, legs, shoulders and neck.

Ning An was lying on the bed, with half of her face buried in the pillow, and she felt sleepy under his gentle and appropriate massage.

"Do you need to sleep?" Feng Yun stopped, trying to pull the blanket for him.

"No need." Ning An woke up and sat up: "I've been too busy recently, and I have to communicate with the teacher about the materials I got back yesterday."

Feng Yun's hand that helped him take off his pajamas paused imperceptibly, the corners of his lips were flattened, but he didn't speak.

He took the neatly stacked clothes at the head of the bed and helped him wear them: "Are you under a lot of pressure?"

"It's okay," Ning An smiled, and hugged his waist as if he was boneless and rubbed against his arms: "Everything is stressful, Feng Yun, if others can bear it, so can I."

Feng Yun lowered his head to look at his hair, his hair grows very smooth, and his hair is also very obedient.

"I have to go abroad in two days." He pressed his shoulders and pushed him away, got out of bed and got dressed: "I ordered a car for you, it will be more convenient for you to travel around."

"Is it difficult?" Ning An asked.

"Fortunately," Feng Yun said, "The cycle of big cases will be longer."

Ning An rolled from the bed again, rolled to the side of the bed, and hugged Feng Yun who was wearing pants: "Oh, I've already started to miss you."

Feng Yun was so entangled by him that he couldn't laugh or cry, but the gloom in his heart was penetrated and dispelled by the sunshine he gave.

He straightened his clothes calmly and unaffected, and held him down after a while and said: "This is not very energetic, it seems that we can be more aggressive next time."

He pressed very hard, Ning An struggled but did not break free, jokingly raised his foot to kick him.

Feng Yun held his slender ankle and said softly: "Don't move. If you move again, I will be fierce."

Sure enough, Ning An didn't move. He raised his hand to cover his face, and the voice came out from between his fingers, changing the subject: "Your Majesty, I'm hungry and want to eat."

Feng Yun didn't speak, but his body approached him soundlessly, blocking the light.

Ning An tensed his body nervously, but he just clung to his ears, his voice was low and commanding: "You can only show me what you look like."

The author has something to say: I’m sorry, I just came back and had a lot of work in the three-dimensional accumulation. Today I can only do this. I finished it when I was very sleepy. I hope it’s not too bad.

Let them brew it for a while, the plot will come later.

感谢在2019-12-0120:33:10~2019-12-0222:25:18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 who threw the landmine: Did you explode 1 today;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 18 bottles of glutinous rice cakes; 15 bottles of ice cream; 1 bottle of warehouse keeper;

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