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

It was very hot, and the sun was like pale, scorching but extremely dense arrows, which made people unable to open their eyes.

But the sky that had just rained the night before was beautiful, a wash-like blue.

Ning An got off the car on the side of the road in front of Jinrui Building, then bent over the car window, pushed up the sunglasses with slender fingers, showing smiling eyes: "I'm going up."

Feng Yun looked at him for a moment, didn't speak, but stretched out his hand towards him.

Ning An passed his hand in, feeling being held by his warm big hand, feeling his fingertips rubbing against his palm for a moment, and then gently pinching it again.

Then he let go of him and said with a smile: "Go."

Ning An took a step back with a smile on his face, but did not leave.

He stood on the side of the road and waited for a while, watching the windows rise and the car gradually disappearing into the crowded traffic.

It wasn't until Feng Yun's car was almost out of sight that he turned around and walked towards the studio. Someone behind him called him: "Brother Ning?"

Ning An stopped and saw Xiao Di chasing him from behind: "Your family is here to see you off?"

While asking, he looked sideways in the direction where Feng Yun disappeared.

Ning An nodded and smiled: "Yes."

They walked into the Jinrui hall, when Ning An stretched out his hand to press the elevator button, Xiao Di suddenly asked: "Brother Ning, don't you feel hot dressed like this?"

For some reason, when he saw Ning An for the first time today, he felt that Ning An was a little different from before.

But what was different, he couldn't tell.

Because his expressions and movements are no different from those in the past, and he still looks neither far nor near, polite and reserved.

It's just that it feels different from the past, and gives people a feeling of high spirits.

Xiao Di looked at him curiously, but that feeling was gone again.

Until his thin white fingertips pressed the elevator button, the pink nails showed a little white marks due to the force.

It was like the white trim on the cuffs of his navy blue shirt.

Only then did he notice that he was wearing a long-sleeved shirt with a stand-up collar, wrapping himself up unusually tightly.

"It's okay." Ning An smiled again, glanced at him, and replied seriously.

When he arrived in the hall, he took off his sunglasses. Under the bright light, he could clearly see a slight bruise under his eyes.

It's just that her eyes are clear and her lips are ruddy. Not only does she not look decadent, but she is indeed the radiant look he felt.

Xiao Di was a little curious.

I wonder if they encountered any interesting and fun things on the set yesterday, or if there are other better things.

But he is not bad, because he met Feng Yun.

He was thinking wildly, and when he wanted to ask again, the elevator came.

It was working time, but within a few minutes, there were people standing behind them who wanted to go up the stairs.

Surrounded by crowds, the two went up the stairs and dispersed, Xiao Di didn't ask any more questions.

When he arrived at the studio, Ning An entered his office first, put down his things, and went to the tea room for a cup of coffee.

The work intensity is too high recently, and Feng Yun tossed and tossed for too long last night, he was afraid that he would not be able to bear it.

Facing the window, he leaned on the back of the chair, half-closed his eyes and lit a cigarette, while using the cigarette to refresh himself, he thought about Feng Yun for a while.

I think he looks fierce, but also thinks he is gentle...

He didn't return to the office until the coffee was exhausted and the cigarette was burned out.

After seriously reorganizing and connecting yesterday's information with his own thoughts, he knocked on Wang Rong's office.

The two discussed in the office for a long time, Wang Rong raised many questions, and Ning An's original idea was almost completely overturned.

Until lunch time, Xiao Di knocked on the door.

The door opened, and the office was filled with smoke. Ning An and Wang Rong sat at opposite ends of the desk with cigarettes between their fingers.

Compared to Wang Rong's ease, Ning An's expression was a little dignified.

The corners of his lips were pursed, and the center of his brows was also slightly furrowed, looking very uncomfortable.

Wang Rong looked at Xiao Di with a smile, nodded, and said to Ning An: "Go eat first, think about it later, don't worry."

Looking at Ning An's tired and confused look, Xiao Di gloated in his heart.

Don't eat that bowl of rice if it's not that material, why does this person make things difficult for himself?

Ning An's expression was very focused, his eyelashes drooped, he was carefully looking at the blueprint in front of him, and didn't pay attention to Xiao Di.

His hand holding the cigarette was propped on his cheek, and the cuff was slightly rolled up, revealing a thin white wrist.

Xiao Di still wanted to ask Wang Rong something, so she paused at the door, her eyes subconsciously glanced at the cigarette between Ning An's fingers, and then followed the slender knuckles to the thin white wrist.

Ning An's skin was very fair, with a few faint bruises on it.

Very light, but very noticeable on his skin.

Xiao Di was a little surprised, and suddenly understood why he still wears a shirt with a stand-up collar and long sleeves on a hot day.

With surprise and curiosity, and even a hint of imperceptible excitement, his eyes moved ambiguously to the base of his ears and neck.

Ning An didn't notice this, he pondered for a while, and said to Wang Rong, "Teacher..."

But Wang Rong suddenly leaned forward, interrupted his words, pulled his wrist over, and put down the rolled-up sleeve for him.

Xiao Di clearly saw that Ning An's ears were turning red.

Wang Rong looked at Xiao Di calmly, and asked with a smile, "Is there anything else?"

Xiao Di was a little embarrassed, he felt as if he had discovered something extraordinary, and was momentarily at a loss for words.

He thought for a while before he remembered what he wanted to say: "I just want to ask, has Mr. Feng contacted you? He came to see you last night."

"Oh," Wang Rong smiled. For some reason, he glanced at Ning An, and said, "I've contacted you."

Ning An, who had been silent all this time, also suddenly turned his head. He glanced at Xiao Di, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Xiao Di backed out, deliberately leaving a little gap when closing the door.

Most of the people in the office hall had gone to eat, and it was very quiet inside. He stood in front of the door without moving.

The amount of information just now was too much, and his brain was still numb. Now, the cold wind from the air conditioner blows his heart to the bone.

Not long after, he heard Ning An's voice: "Teacher, I don't fully agree with what you said."

"Oh?" Wang Rong's voice was very soft: "Then what do you think?"

"I still want to follow my own way," Ning An said, "Many things don't necessarily have a fixed answer, and the costumes are the same, they are not unique. I want to make a draft first and send it to the director to have a look."

Wang Rong seemed to be silent for a moment, and then his tone was very generous and doting, with a slight smile: "Okay, do as you want."

Then he asked, "So that's why you didn't show me your entry?"

"Well," Ning An responded with a smile: "I have a very good idea, which has already taken shape, so I don't want to be affected by any external factors."

"And," he said again, "it doesn't matter if I don't get the ranking, I still have a lot of time to learn and improve little by little, so don't worry."

Wang Rong didn't say anything more.

After a while, Xiao Di heard the sound of sorting papers and documents from inside.

He didn't stay any longer, turned around and walked towards the restaurant.

After walking for a while, he was still a little shocked and disbelieving.

It seemed that he didn't really understand until now what did he see and hear?

He thought of what method Ning An had used to become Wang Rong's student, and he couldn't help feeling sick.

At the same time, the effort he put in was not worth it, and he couldn't help cursing while walking: "Dirty things."

Ning An was busy for a while before going to the restaurant to eat. After eating, he went to the bathroom to wash his face, and continued to dig into the pile of materials.

He also needs to investigate the fabrics to see if he can achieve better effects through the complementarity of different fabrics and bold color matching.

At this time, his new assistant has not taken office yet, so I want Xiao Di to go to the material room to help him adjust the fabric.

Xiao Di was not in the office, and Ning An dialed his cell phone while arranging the different combinations of the season's popular colors.

The phone rang for a long time before anyone answered it. Xiao Di's voice came over there, with a heavy feeling: "Hello."

Ning An was stunned, he was busy all the time and had no time to think about anything else.

Hearing Xiao Di's voice was a bit wrong, he realized that the other party might have seen the marks on his wrist.

When Wang Rong helped him put down his sleeves, he didn't react immediately, but when he did, he was actually very shy.

The two of them were too involved in the discussion, drawing with a pen and paper while talking, so at that time, he had actually forgotten about the marks on his wrists, and habitually rolled up his sleeves.

It wasn't until Wang Rong put down his sleeves for him that he realized that the traces Feng Yun had left on him had been seen by the other party.

Just thinking about it now, maybe Wang Rong had seen it a long time ago, and the reason why he helped him put it down was probably to block other people's sight.

This realization made Ning An feel a little embarrassed even over the phone.

He doesn't want too many people to pay attention to his private life.

But he's an adult, and if others do see something, it's really nothing.

Just be careful in the future.

His voice was not unusual, but a little cold: "Xiao Di, I'm Ning An."

"Oh, Brother Ning," Xiao Di said, "I'm smoking a cigarette outside, what's the matter?"

"Well," Ning An smiled: "I would like to trouble you to go to the materials room and help me get some materials. Do you have time this afternoon?"

"Oh," Xiao Di's voice was a bit long, as if he was thinking about something, and after a while he said, "Maybe not, I have something to do at home, and I'm about to ask the teacher for leave."

Ning An thought again, maybe Xiao Di didn't see it, his voice was different, maybe it was just because of his family affairs.

He couldn't help but shook his head amusedly, thinking that he probably had a guilty conscience, so he became jittery.

"It's okay, you go and do your work, I'll go there by myself." There was a little concern in his voice, he paused and asked, "Do you need help with your family?"

"No, thank you." Xiao Di said.

Xiao Di was indeed smoking. He was standing in the dark stairwell between the ninth and tenth floors.

Can't tell what it feels like.

But when he hung up the phone, he still felt sick.

So I couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "Do you really take yourself seriously? If I ask for leave, I have to explain the specific reason to you?"

But in fact, he really needs to ask Ning An for leave, not Wang Rong.

Because before Ning An's new assistant arrived, he was Ning An's assistant. Ning An didn't say anything, but just didn't want to care about it.

It's just that this made him even more angry. He frowned and slammed his half-smoked cigarette against the wall.

A black spot appeared on the snow-white wall, which was very eye-catching, and that black spot, like Ning An, ruined the innocence of the entire wall.

"Fuck!" he cursed viciously.

There was a slight sound of footsteps on the stairs, and Xiao Di threw the cigarette butt into the trash can while turning his head to take a look.

Zheng Wenze was walking up from downstairs, with his head half raised: "Are you smoking here?"

"Well," Xiao Di responded sullenly, and then greeted again: "Is Teacher Zheng looking for Teacher Wang?"

"That's right," Zheng Wenze said, "He's not going to fly to France in a few days. I have some special fabrics and I want to see if he can find them for me."

"Hmph," Xiao Di snorted coldly, "I don't think Mr. Wang has much energy to help you find fabrics now."

"What's the matter?" Zheng Wenze couldn't help laughing: "Are you still jealous of his student?"

"What kind of bullshit student? Xiaoqinger is true." Xiao Di smiled coldly: "It's disgusting!"

"What are you talking about?" Zheng Wenze lowered his voice, "You don't know who you are, Mr. Wang?"

His face sank as he spoke, and he missed Xiao Di and went up.

After going up two steps, he stopped again, looked at Xiao Di, and asked, "Do you have evidence? Just say so?"

Xiao Di also felt that he was reckless, in case what Zheng Wenze said to Wang Rong...

But what he said was splashed with water, and he couldn't take it back. He paused for a moment and said, "Yes."

Zheng Wenze stopped by the stairs, didn't speak, just looked at him.

"Yesterday they went to the set together, and Ning An has that kind of mark on his body today," he said, lowering his voice again: "Teacher Wang also helped him arrange his clothes to cover up those marks."

Zheng Wenze's face darkened a little bit, almost dripping water, but it slowly turned pale after a while.

He was silent for a moment, and said: "I don't think I've heard of this today, just don't talk nonsense outside, you know?"

Xiao Di had vented indiscriminately at this moment, and had already sobered up a lot, and suddenly thought that Ning An seemed to be sent by his family in the morning.

But he didn't see the car clearly, maybe he deliberately took a taxi to deceive people.

Although he was confused, he still knew the seriousness, so he nodded: "Got it."

Zheng Wenze stood for a while, with his head down, wondering what he was thinking, and then he said, "Forget it, I'll go up and have a look."

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