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

In late October, the temperature in City A began to cool down. Accompanied by the annoying continuous autumn rain, the weather became wet and cold.

In the dark stairwell, the narrow vent above the head was half open, and Xiao Di and Zheng Wenze were smoking cigarettes facing each other.

The cold wind poured in with drizzle, and got into the clothes and stuck to the skin, making people feel very uncomfortable.

In the past two weeks, Xiao Di seems to have worn down a lot, and he has become more silent and extreme than before.

At this moment, he was thinking about Ning An and Feng Yun with his head down.

Since that day, he began to secretly observe Ning An intentionally or unintentionally.

Even if there is only a slight trace on his body that others can't even detect, it can set off a huge wave in his heart.

He also started to get off work later, sneaking behind Ning An, successfully seeing Feng Yun coming to pick him up from get off work more than once.

Every time he hid in the dark, watching his brisk steps towards the black Bentley.

Seeing the man in the car getting out of the car ahead of time, she pamperedly opened the door for him, put her palm on the top of his hair, and protected him to sit in the car.

Sometimes they would hug and kiss against the door of the car, whispering a few words that he couldn't understand, and then they got into the car separately.

Leaving him alone in that dark corner where the light barely penetrated, he was almost crazy with jealousy.

But he seems to be addicted to drugs.

Obviously knowing that this is not good for him, and obviously tormenting himself is also very painful, but he is addicted to it and cannot extricate himself.

He thought of the hand that Ning An handed him the information in the morning.

The ring on the thin white finger is so dazzling, there are extremely shallow tooth marks on the root of the finger where the ring is pressing.

He was staring blankly at that time, his eyes were hot and his heart was beating so hard that he forgot to reach out to pick up something.

Until Ning An sent the materials to him again, and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

He smiled so brightly, and the smile between his brows and eyes melted, making him look softer than ever.

Such a smile and the frankness and fearlessness in his eyes can only be found in very happy people.

But this just made him look like an unsightly monster hiding in a dark corner.

But who made him like this?Turned into a look that even he himself doesn't like, or even unacceptable?

Obviously it's him!

So what right did he have to smile at him?

At that time, he forced himself to look away from his hands, took the documents and covered half of his face, and said calmly, "It's okay."

I don't know if he didn't cover it up well enough, Ning An looked at him slowly with a little doubt.

Fortunately, he was quickly called away by others.

What Ning An gave him were two sets of design drafts, which were to be handed over to the show director together with Wang Rong's batch of design drafts for the primary selection of models.

Wang Rong is really kind to Ning An, so good that he has no reservations, so good that he wants to bring Ning An's works in his show.

Not only that, but he also guided him to modify the details, obviously to make him a blockbuster in this show.

How much influence Wang Rongxiu has, I believe there is no one in this circle who does not know.

Wang Rong's show is almost an invisible ecstasy and party in the fashion circle, no one wants to miss it.

At the end of the big show, when the designer is introduced, Ning An's name will be lined up with Wang Rong's name, and he will be introduced to the world in a solemn and solemn way, to this seemingly inclusive, but actually very strict hierarchy. circle.

He stood in solemnly, arm in arm with his teacher, and stood at a high position that others could not reach after years of hard work, which made people look up and envy him.

Just thinking about it makes people go crazy with envy.

He gritted his teeth slightly on the cigarette holder, and his facial muscles became a little ferocious.

If there was no Feng Yun, would Wang Rong really treat him like this?Did Ning An really rely on his strength instead of borrowing Feng Yun's background?

It's not that there are people who are more talented than him in clothing design. Why did Wang Rong only see him?

Oh, isn't it because all the good things belong to him?

It was the best thing that he took, so all the good things in the future opened the door for him, didn't they?

The more he thought about it, the more burning pain he felt in his heart. After a long while, he finally couldn't help but let out a long breath to calm down the fluctuations in his heart.

"What's the matter? I see that you are not in good spirits recently. Is it because you are too tired at the end of the year?" Zheng Wenze smiled: "When the busy period is over, I will ask Teacher Wang to give you a few days off to rest."

"No," Xiao Di took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Zheng, Ning An..."

He actually wanted to say that the person Ning An liked was not Wang Rong.

I would like to take this opportunity to express the unseen distress in my heart.

Those things were pressed in the bottom of his heart, repeated over and over again, and rotted, which made him feel very painful.

During this period, he also visited Chuhe several times, but only saw Feng Yun once.

Feng Yun looked at him so coldly that he almost thought that he was just looking at an inanimate object, not a living person.

He wasn't even sure if Feng Yun was looking at him?

He just raised his eyes, cold and indifferent, then lowered his eyes and focused on the work in hand.

That eye lift was so fast that he even thought it was his own illusion.

If Ning An came, what would he look like?

He didn't dare to imagine, because the contrast was too obvious and painful.

He seemed to have got into the horns of a dead end, desperately trying to get out, but he couldn't find a way out, and he also wanted to confide, to vent the pain.

But he stopped when the words came to his lips. He wanted to confide, but it shouldn't be to Zheng Wenze.

Zheng Wenze likes Wang Rong, which is very secretive. In the past, he was only guessing.

But ever since he liked Feng Yun, he understood that feeling, and further confirmed it from Zheng Wenze's cryptic words and deeds.

Therefore, he knew how jealous Zheng Wenze was of Ning An, but he hid it better.

"What's wrong?" Zheng Wenze saw his hesitation.

Xiao Di hesitated to speak: "It's nothing, I just think the teacher is too partial."

"Partial?" Zheng Wenze was really interested, but he smiled and said, "Why? Wang Rong has always been fair in his conduct."

Xiao Di smiled, this was the first time he hated Zheng Wenze.

Zheng Wenze has always taken good care of him, but he would often ask him about Wang Rong's activities in the studio.

At first he just thought it was a normal concern among friends.

But now I feel that he is extremely hypocritical. He is obviously so concerned and anxious, but he still has to put on a sanctimonious look.

In a sense, there is no obvious difference between Zheng Wenze and him.

Xiao Di couldn't help but sneered, he didn't know who it was for, and then said: "Teacher will bring Ning An's works in the big show at the end of the year."

"What?" Zheng Wenze's pupils shrank slightly, and his hands trembled imperceptibly, a long piece of soot fell tremblingly to the ground.

Except when they were still working hard and were unknown at the beginning, Wang Rong's show has not included other people's works for many years.

Even Zheng Wenze hardly ever had one.

Although they promote and encourage each other through other means, their own show is their own very private space.

Like a work of art, it will not easily let others in to break its inner balance.

Now he wants to let Ning An's works in?

It's just an apprentice who has just been accepted for less than half a year.

He found it a little funny, even more incredible, and couldn't help but ask Xiao Di: "Is it you who made a mistake?"

Xiao Di was silent for a moment before asking back: "Teacher, do you think I can get this wrong?"

Zheng Wenze thinks about it too, Xiao Di cannot be wrong about this matter.

He was silent, the wind carried the rain, and the person who was blown was icy from the outside to the inside.

He couldn't help shivering slightly because of the blow.

Originally, he thought that Wang Rong just regarded Ning An as a substitute for Cheng Qian. Although it was very uncomfortable, he might wake up one day.

But now, he was a little confused.

What was Wang Rong thinking?Could it be that he really fell in love with Ning An?

Zheng Wenze didn't speak for a while, and when he looked at Xiao Di again, Xiao Di was also looking at him.

Xiao Di's eyes are dark, with a different kind of blazing.

The eyes of the two collided lightly, and the strange thing was that although they didn't speak to each other, they reached a certain consensus invisibly.

As the weather got colder, Feng Yun's side became more and more busy.

The acquisition of EF has come to an end, and most of the working group has been withdrawn, leaving only professionals to finish, but it has not yet been officially announced to the outside world.

As for Chuhe's various investments and plans for the new year, business activities and direction adjustments, new project development, event invitations...

A series of affairs have gradually been put on the agenda.

The preparations for the ready-to-wear show at the end of the year have also entered a white-hot stage.

Feng Yun not only has to deal with various business reports, financial statements, proposals, and various evaluation reports every day, but also has to deal with various entertainments, negotiate with partners, and deal with government departments...

There was almost no time to rest, even his secretary Yang Miao got angry, with a lump in his mouth, half of his cheeks were bulging and he still insisted on the front line.

And I don't know if he is competing with himself. The game company's development of new games has also achieved some success at this time.

After everyone's repeated discussions, it is initially scheduled to conduct a public beta at the beginning of next year.

The reason why the progress can be so fast this time is not because the difficulty of the game is low, but because they have already done the previous work.

At the beginning, Feng Yun and Lao Luo planned three games in total. After sorting out the beginning and the basics respectively, they put the other two on hold.

Instead, focus on one of them, that is, the one that was taken by Feng Ran and finally flowed into T.GAME.

It’s not that other games have no prospects, but that for them at that time, whether it’s follow-up funding or technical support, the pressure faced by the other two games was too great.

And the one they finally chose to focus on was a low-cost game.

On the one hand, the difficulty is relatively low, the investment is relatively low, and it is easier to achieve results. On the other hand, it is because they plan to use the income from that game to support the next two games.

It's just that after experiencing various changes, Feng Yun had no choice but to bow to reality and return to Chuhe.

The game company no longer has financial pressure, and with the addition of a general like Sun Xiang, a more professional team has been re-established on the basis of the original, and the technical improvement is unmatched by them back then.

It was also from this time that IN.G officially transformed from a group of wild teams into a more formal and powerful game development company.

The game context that had been straightened out at the beginning, Sun Xiang's technology and adjustments, coupled with sufficient financial support, made the development progress of this game much faster than normal.

On the day Feng Yun mentioned the progress of the game to Ning An, the sky was still raining, and the light in the room was a bit dim, so the ceiling light was turned on.

The autumn morning was wet and cold, so they didn't let the aunt come over.

There were plenty of ingredients in the refrigerator, Ning An fried eggs and bread, and heated up milk.

He is holding the milk pot and carefully dividing the milk into the cup.

Feng Yun looked at him while resting his chin while talking, but he didn't look happy as if his wish had been fulfilled, instead he had an inexplicable sense of loss.

Ning An poured the milk and pushed it in front of him, then put down the milk pot, turned around and hugged him gently.

In some matters, Feng Yun was very stubborn.

Especially the game has a very important meaning to him.

But now, he is so busy that he can't even go to the game company often.

He is not a superman, he already has Chu and this mountain on his back, and he can no longer carry any more.

Although he also supports the development of the game company behind the scenes, and spares no effort to make the game come out as soon as possible, it cannot be regarded as a failure of contribution.

But when he thinks that those tasks that are boring but full of challenges, passion and temperature are all done by others bit by bit, and it has nothing to do with him anymore, he always feels a little bit uneasy.

Ning An understands his feelings, if he is asked to give up his clothes, he will also be very disappointed.

After all, no matter how great your achievements are, active and passive choices are always different.

"Ning An, I miss grandma very much." Feng Yun smiled softly in Ning An's arms: "It's been a while, and sometimes I almost don't remember what she looks like as an old man, I just remember that she played games with me , the smile when I won. At that time, I thought that I must make games in the future, because games can completely disappear the boundaries between people to some extent.”

He was silent for a while, and then said: "Ning An, why do people lose?"

Afterwards, he tightly pressed Ning An into his arms: "Sometimes I'm very scared, if one day you're gone, I can't exist alone."

Probably because of the continuous autumn rain, he showed a rare sentimental and affectionate look.

It's just that these words didn't move Ning An, but instead made him feel stressed and anxious.

He held Feng Yun's face and lowered his head to kiss his lips, and when Feng Yun opened his lips emotionally, he bit him hard.

He grunted in pain, his lower lip was cut, and bright red blood flowed out, but they did not separate because of this.

When Ning An raised his head, his lips were stained with Feng Yun's blood, as red as fire.

But his eyes are very cold, so the whole person has a very cold and gorgeous feeling.

Feng Yun quietly raised his head to look at him, and wanted to raise his hand to wipe him off, but he moved his fingertips and gave up again.

Ning An held Feng Yun's face and said to him: "If I say this again in the future, I won't be biting here."

Feng Yun leaned on the back of the chair and looked up at him. His expression was very serious and serious, and there was a slight frown between his brows, showing a very worried look.

Feng Yun began to regret saying such overly emotional words.

They once discussed, what would he do if one day Ning An disappeared and another Ning An came back.

Feng Yun said at the time that he would keep a distance from that person, but he would also secretly protect him, live a good life, and wait for his return.

Whether he leaves or stays, he has to live a good life, he promised.

He was a little ashamed, so he bowed his head and remained silent for a while.

Ning An looked down at the top of his hair, and after a while he sighed with some discomfort.

He hoped that he had better not even think about this kind of thought. Once he thought about many things too much, he would form a strange psychological suggestion.

He stood for a while longer, seeing how regretful he was with his head down, he couldn't bear to say more.

They have all experienced things, and they are stronger than their peers, and some things can be said at the end.

He was about to let him go, but when he sat down to eat, Feng Yun raised his head again.

He looked at him and asked: "You said just now, if you say something like this again, it's not here that you bite, right?"

Ning An was startled, and Feng Yun continued to ask: "Then where are you going to bite?"

Ning An's serious expression gradually became a little bit surprised, and he was a little dazed, which looked very funny.

He didn't think so much when he said it, he just wanted to express that he was actually very vicious.

But Feng Yun's deliberate tone at the moment made him have to think about it.

He was silent for a moment, and a faint blush slowly spread across his cheeks.

But Feng Yun didn't let him go, pinching his waist, his voice was hoarse and hoarse: "Tell me, where are you biting?"

Ning An's face quickly turned red, and he stretched out his hand to pinch his neck, but Feng Yun couldn't help it anymore, he turned his head sideways, and let out a muffled laugh.

The condensed atmosphere on the dining table suddenly thawed out, becoming weird and ambiguous.

Ning An blushed and pressed her head against Feng Yun's neck, wondering what to do with him?

He wanted to laugh, but also wanted to hold him down and beat him hard, he was not sure which way was more appropriate.

After Feng Yun laughed, he teased him recklessly: "Come on, I'll bite you now..."

Ning An was so ashamed that he couldn't lift his head, he could only defend in a desperate way: "What are you thinking? I didn't think that way!"

Feng Yun pursed his smile: "Oh? If you don't think that way, do you think otherwise? Let me hear it."

Ning An raised his hand and wanted to hit someone, but the man who was prepared grabbed his wrist and held him down. He struggled for a long time without breaking away, and couldn't hold back anymore, and scolded him: "Stinky rascal!"

Feng Yun pressed him and kissed him away: "You know again? Since you didn't think about it, how did you know that I was a hooligan? Hmm? You just thought about it, right? You just wanted to do that, right?"

The milk glass was knocked over, and white milk dripped down the edge of the table onto the carpet.

Feng Yun picked up Ning An and put him on the leather sofa in the living room to play with.

It's just that he took advantage of a lot and suffered a loss, so when Feng Yun came to the company that day, he put a piece of medical gauze on the side of his neck.

Tian Chu and the internal system swiped the screen again, all kinds of ambiguous, explosive, and hot speculations emerged one after another.

In the end, Yang Miao, who was sent by everyone to spy on the information, deciphered the secret.

In order to live up to the trust of the organization, Yang Miao daringly made insinuations all day long.

Finally, Feng Yun finally took a cool look at her, there was a bloody tooth mark under the gauze, he pressed it and couldn't help but said to himself: "Really, rabbits bite people when they are anxious."

Yang Miao's hearing was probably affected by half of his face swollen.

Chu and the inner group.

Yang Miao: "The leader said it was bitten by his domestic rabbit."

Everyone in the group: ...

The author has something to say: An An: You are a rabbit