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

Feng Yun's back was stiff, and Ning An couldn't see his expression, but could only hear his voice: "Then I can rest assured, let the elders feel at ease, and leave in two years."

Ning An looked at his back and closed his eyes patiently.

He really wanted to rush up and blow his dog's head off, to let him know that he also has a temper!

But he held back.

Although Ning An is 24 years old now, in fact, he was only a sophomore in college before coming here.

It's only 19 years old at full count.

But the world has changed, he endured all his life and lived from 19 years old to 90 years old!

Before, he had a family who loved him and close friends and partners. He could allow himself to be willful and negative occasionally, and vulnerable and indulgent at times.

But now, he has nothing, and a person who has nothing is not qualified to indulge, let alone be vulnerable.

Ning An knew very well that the more difficult it was, the more rational and positive he should be.

Because once you fall down, it may be difficult to get up if there is no one around you to help you.

So he adjusted his mood very quickly and dialed the phone.

Feng Yun held his breath and started the car.

The engine of the second-hand Jeep muffled a few times, like a dying old cow, let out a heavy gasp, and finally died down.

He was so angry that he punched the steering wheel hard, and then he leaned back in the seat as if discouraged, and said a word in aggrieved way: "Fuck!".

Looking out of the window, the door for wedding photography opened. Ning An changed into a woolen coat and walked out with her bag.

The proprietress followed closely behind, and the two stood and talked for a few more words before Ning An walked towards the bus stop.

They came separately, and Ning An didn't know where Feng Yun parked his car.

The bus stop was only a few steps away from the wedding photography, Feng Yun saw Ning An standing still in the waiting area, and looked up at the bus stop sign.

Then he stepped aside, took out a cigarette case from his coat pocket, knocked on one, and lowered his head to light it.

Inexplicably, he thought of the figure he saw through the rain-soaked window while sitting in the car on a drizzling night.

It was the same at that time, he leaned against the Fatong tree and bowed his head to smoke.

The sparks from the cigarette butts are especially bright in the dark night, reflecting his outline, revealing a sad loneliness.

The anger in my heart suddenly dissipated, but what followed was even greater frustration.

He closed his eyes, raised his hand to touch the center of his eyebrows, and carefully recalled Lu Zhuo's investigation materials.

He is vain, he worships money, he is selfish, he has someone he likes, and he admits it...

He recalled, pile after pile, piece by piece, kept repeating, not daring to stop!

It wasn't until the heart became cold and hard again that he slowly raised his eyelashes.

Ning An had disappeared, and a bus was slowly dangling its buttocks and going further and further away.

He didn't go back to the wine, nor did he go back to the residence, but went to a commercial and residential complex.

The elevator took him up to the sixth floor, and he pushed open a door. Rows of computers and equipment filled the humble room.

Several people were concentrating on their work, and there was only the crisp sound of keyboard tapping in the quiet room.

When one of the young men saw him coming in, he raised his eyes, which were full of exhaustion and bloodshot eyes: "Are you here? Have a meeting?"

In the end, Ning An took the set of commercial photos, and Tan Wenyu.

Although the work was not high-end, Tan Wenyu probably came here without asking any questions, probably out of the psychology of making up for Ning An.

Ning An and Feng Yun's wedding was rushed, and Feng Yun came to pick it up a few days before the wedding.

A whole set of photos of various sizes were beautifully framed. Feng Yun took a general look at them and asked the clerk to pack them into the matching suitcase without even checking the list.

Just as the clerk was about to call for help to move the box out, there was a sound on the stairs.

Two young men carried a huge photo frame and carefully moved it down from upstairs.

The clerk seemed to have thought of something, and said to Feng Yun with a smile: "The promotional photo your wife took for us is also out, do you want to see it?"

Feng Yun didn't answer, but his eyes were locked on the huge photo frame.

He didn't want to see it very much, and he couldn't say that he was very curious, but his eyes were involuntarily attracted.

He saw the photo of Ning An and Tan Wenyu, who were much closer than him and him, and even the smile revealed that sweetness.

Like a juicy berry, it smells unreservedly sweet in the presence of trusted people.

The photos of Ning An and him are also beautiful.

People are beautiful, and their expressions are sweet, but they always seem to be missing something.

After seeing that promotional photo, Feng Yun suddenly realized that what was missing was the part that was published on the inside but displayed on the outside.The intimacy that emanates unconsciously.

He frowned, turned his head silently, and didn't look any further.

A few days before the wedding, the two met very frequently. Regarding the last time they broke up, neither of them mentioned it again, as if it had never happened, but they were more indifferent to each other.

Their wedding date was set in a hurry, and the wedding venue was not easy to decide, so they finally chose an old chapel.

The church was old and dilapidated, and there were no newcomers to hold their weddings there.

But this is exactly what they want, low-key and secretive.

The two of them took a morning to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get their certificates. When they arrived, there were already many pairs in front of them.

It is said that someone came in the middle of the night in order to be the first.

Passed down from the older generation, it is said that the sooner you catch up, the better your chances.

They sat in the hall waiting for their number to be called.

Surrounded by sweet whispers and laughter, every new couple seemed to be shrouded in happiness, full of yearning for the future.

Only he and Feng Yun didn't even talk to each other.

Perhaps their appearance is too good, and their posture is too indifferent, which attracts couples of newcomers to secretly look at them curiously.

Ning An was not used to this kind of atmosphere, so he went out to smoke a cigarette.

During this period, he thought, the Civil Affairs Bureau is really a strange place, where sweetness and sadness are staged in turn.

When they go through divorce procedures in the future, what will it be like?

Will it be more exciting than today?After all, pain is far more profound than happiness.

When I put out my cigarette and went in, I just called their number plate.

They went in and worked together mechanically.

When the camera was raised, they gave a sweet smile in cooperation, and after the camera left, they tacitly moved away from each other to both sides.

The smile also dissipated very quickly.

A female staff member was amused by their similar actions: "After a quarrel, you still insist on getting the certificate? It turns out that it is true love! Young people quarrel at the end of the bed, go back and live a good life, huh?"

Feng Yun and Ning An looked at each other awkwardly, then lowered their heads, as if they were shy in the eyes of outsiders.

Two days before the wedding, there was a show dedicated to designer Wang Rong.

Wang Rong is the most famous fashion designer in China and one of the best designers in the world who can combine fashion and practicality.

It is almost every model's dream to walk in Wang Rong's show once.

That means gaining fame, which means that his worth and status in the circle will rise accordingly.

Ning An is naturally not qualified to take part in this show.

But he got tickets early in the morning through connections. Although he was not in the front row, he was very satisfied with the opportunity to enter.

So when Feng Yun called last night to invite him to prepare wedding accessories, he refused.

All day long, he stayed in the room, calmed down and reviewed Wang Rong's previous designs and did enough homework.

At the show, he unexpectedly met Feng Yun.

He was with the girl they had first met, and the two sat in the front row talking intimately.

Ning An didn't go over to say hello, he sat in his seat and waited for the opening.

The bright lights, accompanied by perfect sound effects, explode like fireworks, and the hearing and vision are instantly awakened and activated, becoming extremely sensitive.

Models came on stage one after another, including Li Yuanshu.

Ning An looked at it very seriously, and Wang Rong's design moved him very much, making a corner of his heart ablaze and burning hot.

His enthusiasm and desire for costumes can hardly be contained.

The show ended very quickly, as expected, Wang Rong did not appear.

Ning An carefully checked Wang Rong's information. This person is very low-key and mysterious, and rarely shows up in public.

As soon as the show was over, he got up and went backstage.

The backstage was busy and chaotic, Ning An directly pulled the staff to ask if Teacher Wang Rong was there.

He had a very bold idea in his heart. He knew it was crazy and impossible, but he had to try it.

The answer he got made him very disappointed. Wang Rong had already left, and even if he was here, he would not easily meet outsiders.

Ning An was extremely disappointed, he went out from the back door with his eyes lowered, as if the past was repeating itself, he met Li Yuanshu chatting with Feng Yun and Chu Yayan again.

The smile on Li Yuanshu's face was very flamboyant, it was joy from the heart, it was high-spirited, and he was praising the show.

Ning An envied him from the bottom of his heart that he could wear those clothes and stand on the stage.

He can be sure that although those clothes now look exaggerated in terms of color matching and style, each piece contains a lot of fashion elements.

They can even lead the fashion trend in the next 2-3 years.

Even, the design of some small designers in the next 3-5 years will refer to this show.

It is indeed... too successful, so beautiful!

When Li Yuanshu saw him, the smile in his eyes hadn't stopped yet. He was a little surprised to see Ning An here, and then instinctively went to look at Feng Yun.

In the short moment when his eyes turned again, there was no joy in his eyes, but extremely cold.

Like an animal protecting food, with a faint aggressiveness.

Ning An didn't know why he had this illusion, but almost instantly, at the milk tea shop that day, his thoughts interrupted by Feng Yun were reconnected.

He had a guess as to why Li Yuanshu hated him so much.

He glanced at Feng Yun, who was also staring at him intently.

He didn't go forward, turned around and walked towards the stairs. The green safety exit sign flashed dimly, guiding his way forward.

There were hurried footsteps behind him, and he didn't turn his head until Feng Yun called out: "Ning'an!"

He leaned against the lamppost beside him and stood still, Feng Yun chased after him, his forehead hair was blown up a few times by the wind, his face looked younger.

Juvenile spirit and youthful flavor are fused together, and the spirit is compelling.

"You don't know me, do you?" he demanded.

Ning An said indifferently: "Don't you also know me?"

Seeing Feng Yun's dark eyes narrowed dangerously, he snorted: "No, I just don't want to disturb you."

While talking, he saw Li Yuanshu and the girl following out, waiting not far away.

Ning An knocked on a cigarette, the wind was strong, he lowered his head to light the flame with the palm of his hand, the flame hit his drooping eyelashes, thick and slender.

Feng Yun suddenly said: "Stop smoking."

"Huh?" Ning An looked up at him suspiciously, forgetting to extinguish the flame in his hand, he was burnt, and hissed lightly.

The corners of Feng Yun's lips tightened, he rushed forward half a step, stopped again, and scolded in disgust: "Stupid and stupid!"

Ning An didn't bother to talk to him, and lowered his head in thought.

He wanted to try to see if his guess was right, but he couldn't get started.

Feng Yun said again: "Stop smoking!"

This time Ning An understood. He smiled and remembered a scene in a movie. The heroine held a cigarette in her mouth, pretending to be bound with her hands behind her back, and said to the hero, the cigarette stuck to my mouth. , I can't take it down.

So he put his hand into his coat pocket, smiled and said to Feng Yun: "The cigarette is stuck, I can't take it off."

Feng Yun took a step forward, looked at his light pink lips, stretched out his hand to touch his soft lips, and pinched the filter of the cigarette.