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

Ning An still compromised, because he likes peace.

But there is also cunning and counterattack in his compromise.

He was wearing a thin necklace, and he took off the ring when he went out, strung it on a chain and put it in his bag, then pulled it out and put it on his hand when he came back.

This is easy to find and not easy to lose.

Although the ring is so ordinary that even if it is lost, it is easy to buy a fake one.

But Ning An had no money, he was so poor that he wished he could break a penny and spend it, which made his action of collecting the ring more tender and precious.

So much so that Tan Wenyu couldn't help gossiping when he saw his careful and repeated confirmation once: "Who gave it to you?"

Ning An raised his head and smiled: "Who would give such a silly thing now?"

Tan Wenyu looked at the ring seriously for a moment: "That's right, unless there is an enmity with you?"

Ning An: "..."

"I'm talking about An An," Tan Wenyu said earnestly, "I know you're short on money now, but you have to throw away what you should throw away, otherwise the designer might refuse to use you when they see you wearing such a cheap accessory."

Seeing that Ning An had softened, Feng Yun's mood lightened accordingly.

In fact, it doesn't matter to him whether he wears the ring or not.

But now looking at the bare and featureless ring on his finger, for some reason, he turned his mouth happily.

It seems that every embarrassment that Ning An ends up in is his source of happiness.

Interesting, he thought.

He took a shower in a happy mood, and with his wet hair on his face, he opened the small box that Chu Yayan gave him.

Inside are two sets of keys, one for the car and one for the door lock.

A plastic seal was wrapped around the door lock key, and a few words were written on it: Shen Yuan. Building 52!

Shen Yuan is a high-end villa area developed by Shen's Real Estate, and Feng Yun's birthday is May 5nd.

This gift can be said to be full of sincerity, but Feng Yun lowered his eyes, and there was no trace of joy on his face.

On his birthday, Chu Yunhe gave him a wine, which was much better than SOSO in terms of location and decoration.

Most importantly, it was his own, but he refused.

For this matter, Feng Ran even had a big fight with him.

Now, looking at the two numbers 52, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze became sharp.

Was it waiting for him here?

Is this an understatement?

What he gave him, he had to take, didn't he?

All the ease and joy disappeared in an instant.

He lit a cigarette, sat quietly for a while, then threw the box into his bag, picked up his phone and sent a message to Chu Yayan: "Come to SOSO tomorrow night."

Compared to Feng Yun, Ning An was so peaceful that night that he almost felt happy.

The environment is new, the mattress is new, the quilt is new, exhaling the breath of the sun, warming the body, like being gently wrapped by soft clouds...

The most important thing is that life is also new.

Like a seed that was planted in the wrong place, he tried his best in the dark, finally broke through the thick soil, pushed away the stubborn rock on the ground, and drilled out the young shoots. The new world was in his hands. It is new hope.

At six o'clock in the morning, the sky was bright, he got up from the bed, put on his sports clothes, and walked out the door lightly.

No matter how the environment changes, he never dared to waste an hour of jogging every morning.

There is a river not far from the community, the river bank is lower than the road, and a few steps down the stairs, there is a path paved with gravel.

Winding forward along the river bank, there is a small stone bridge every other section, which is simple and elegant, connecting the two banks.

Ning An walked along the river bank, and the fresh air in the morning carried the moisture of the river water, which made people feel refreshed.

He ran around the two nearest stone bridges on the river a few times, sweating a little before heading back home.

It was exactly seven o'clock when I got home, and the door of Feng Yun's room was still closed.

He washed his face and went into the kitchen.

There are quite a lot of ingredients in the refrigerator, including vegetables, fruits, meat and eggs. I watched quietly, but I couldn't know what to do for a while.

He has never cooked before. There used to be a special cooking aunt at home. When his father was at home, he would occasionally cook by himself.

Ning An flipped through the recipes with his mobile phone, he is a very self-disciplined person, he doesn't want to take advantage of Feng Yun for nothing, since he lives here for nothing, he has to do what he can.

He washed the rice, added water, put it in the pot and lit the fire, planning to cook a pot of white porridge.

According to the recipe again, dip both sides of the toast with egg wash, brush a thin layer of oil in the pan, and put it in flat.

Too bad he forgot to turn down the heat when he was doing this.

So when he fumbled to brush the second slice of toast with egg wash, the first slice gave off a strange smell.

Ning An threw down the slice that hadn't been evenly coated with egg wash, and frantically turned over the toast in the pan.

But it was too late, and there were already dots of black spots on the side.

He turned off the fire, washed the pot again, learned from the experience and lessons from last time, turned on a small fire, and waited for the pot to heat up before adding oil and putting the toast in.

When the yellow toast slices fried on both sides were put into the square plate, he smiled happily and rolled his eyes.

He felt that he might be talented, after all his father was good at cooking.

The porridge pot was opened, and the steam lifted the lid of the pot and made a soft crackling sound.

The rice grains are crystal clear, crowded together, spit out small air bubbles, and emit hot steam in winter.

It is the taste of home.

The only downside is that I don't know if there is too little water or too much rice.

He carefully added two more bowls of water, and slowly stirred them with a spoon.

In the square plate is the toast fried until golden, which looks crispy and delicious.

Ning An lowered his head and stirred the pot, his sleeves were loosely rolled up, revealing a thin white wrist.

Steam curled up, enveloping him.

His expression was focused and serious, soaked in softness and warmth by the wisp of fireworks in the world.

Feng Yun couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, and his eyes became softer unconsciously.

The most ordinary things in the world are precious to him. Since that year, no one has cooked him breakfast for a long time.

It turns out that wisp of mundane cooking smoke is so precious to him.

Regarding this marriage, he had no expectations.

But on the morning of the first day after marriage, when he opened his eyes, he smelled a seductive fragrance.

touching.

He backed away quietly.

While rinsing, there was a smile in the dark eyes on the face in the mirror with water droplets.

He stopped brushing his teeth and looked at himself quietly.

Many times, when he calmed down, he would pour cold water on his face, and then look at himself in the mirror, vicious as a wolf.

But today, his smile is soft, and even the haze of last night has almost dissipated.

There are many imperfections in life, sometimes you have to resist, but sometimes you have to learn to obey.

About this time, about this marriage, he wanted to give in first.

Ning An came out with the porridge bowl in his hands carefully, and ran into Feng Yun head-on, he smiled, "You're up."

Feng Yun took the bowl and brought it to the dining table. The toast slices were already on the table, and there were two more fried eggs on the plate, one was hotter and the other was light in color, very tasty.

Ning An took the oatmeal and skimmed milk again, and while making the oatmeal, he said, "This is my first time making it, so don't be disgusted."

Feng Yun was a little surprised, looked at him for a moment, and asked, "Aren't you going to eat?"

Ning An came over with cereal, and only covered the bottom of the bowl thinly: "I don't dare to eat it."

Feng Yun looked at him sympathetically, lowered his head and took a sip of the porridge, he paused, and said very tactfully: "It's a bit of a mess? But it's not bad for the first time."

"In the beginning, I put in less water." Ning An was a little embarrassed, he was biting the milk straw, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and he looked a little novel: "I only put a pot of bottom rice, why can they swell so much ah?"

Feng Yun smiled sullenly: "Just like you, you have a big temper, and when you encounter something, you will swell up and explode with a bang. Isn't it big?"

Ning An bit the straw between his teeth a few times, wondering why he felt that this person had changed for the better?

"Tsk, dogs can't spit out ivory." He cursed softly.

SOSO at night was as usual, with feasting lights, enthusiasm boiling like magma, just waiting to erupt.

Feng Yun went to the office on the third floor through the back door. The sound insulation of the office was very good, and the noise from the two floors below could hardly be heard.

Supervisor Sun Ke came up to report to him the results of today's fire inspection, and presented the latest marketing plan and a stack of documents that needed to be signed and reviewed.

Lastly, remind him of his appointment with Zhao Chu of the Industry and Commerce Department tomorrow...

Feng Yun nodded to show that he understood, and asked about the details of the store's operations.

After Sun Ke went out, he picked up a pen to approve the documents.

This is almost his daily routine. During the day, he has to go to his own game company for a while, and at night, he goes to work in the bar.

There was a knock on the door of the office, but he didn't lift his head: "Please come in."

A girl in a shiny stage costume opened the door and walked in, calling him, "YY?"

"Huh?" Feng Yun didn't stop writing: "Is there something wrong?"

Meijia is a student of the dance department of a third-rate art academy, and she leads the dance at SOSO two days a week.

She wholeheartedly wanted to enter the show business circle, but it was a pity that she hit a wall everywhere.

Last year, he was cheated of money and sex by a man who claimed to be the director of a certain web drama.

But she still didn't give up, and recently turned her mind on Chu Yayan.

Mei Jia leaned forward and rubbed her chest on Feng Yun's shoulder: "YY, can you just tell Miss Chu for me? It's not up to her to say if it's okay?"

Feng Yun put down the pen with a "tsk" sound: "The signature made you crooked."

Meijia thought it was a slut, and giggled.

Feng Yun put down the pen, pointed to the sofa next to him: "Either sit down and talk, or go out!"

Meijia twisted her waist and sat on the sofa. Feng Yun crossed her hands and pressed her chin: "I can't help you, I remember I told you."

"She likes you so much," Meijia didn't finish her sentence, and stood up again after a while.

He stared at the ring on Feng Yun's left ring finger: "YY, are you married?"

Feng Yun looked at him: "Tell me about you!"

Meijia stared at the ring, and said for a while, "Could it be Miss Chu?"

Feng Yun looked at her coldly and said nothing.

Meijia giggled: "That's even better. She will listen to what you said. The Chu family has invested so much in film and television. It's not easy to get someone involved? YY, help me, I will repay you."

Feng Yun still said the same thing: "I can't help you."

He looked at her: "you go out."

Meijia's face was full of unwillingness and even anger. She looked at him, wondering what the problem was?

It's just a piece of cake for him, why can't he help her?

She has been in SOSO for two years, and she has known Feng Yun for two years. Feng Yun has helped her with many things that are much more difficult than this, but this time...

They looked at each other, Meijia was unwilling, wronged, angry, and begging, but Feng Yun's eyes were only indifferent and determined.

Meijia was defeated, she turned her head and went out, the door was slammed shut, even the water glass on the table shook.

Feng Yun picked up the pen, although he didn't want to have anything to do with the Chu family, but it's not worth asking for Meijia.

But Meijia's thoughts are too shallow, and she is very impetuous. Her talent and scheming can't control her desires.

Pushing her into that circle would only hurt her. He knew she would get in sooner or later, but he didn't want to be that hand.

I was busy until ten o'clock, and when I was about to go downstairs for a drink, Chu Yayan arrived.

Chu Yayan's face was full of gossip: "How is it? How is the effect of the newlywed bridal chamber?"

She couldn't help giggling as she spoke, she was obviously joking about the two of them rushing to the bridal chamber yesterday.

Feng Yun smiled, took out the small box from the drawer, and pushed it in front of her: "I can't take it!"

The smile on Chu Yayan's face disappeared: "What do you mean, Feng Yun?"

"It's not interesting." Feng Yun said, "My car can still drive, and my house is very comfortable."

Chu Yayan took his arm and acted like a baby: "Are you serious? How can you be so uncivilized at such a young age?"

"Uncivilized?" A hint of sarcasm flashed in Feng Yun's eyes: "You are the uncivilized, Miss?"

Chu Yayan didn't understand: "What?"

"Do you know how much the property costs for a high-end villa of more than 500 square meters? Not to mention the daily maintenance and care, as well as keeping this car..." Feng Yun's eyes were heavy: "It may not be enough for you for a pair of shoes , a bag, or even a meal, but it’s different for me.”

Chu Ya was at a loss for words.

"Uncivilized?" Feng Yun lowered his eyes and smiled again: "How can rich people like you understand?"

A sad look gradually appeared on Chu Yayan's face.

Feng Yun said coldly: "Go and tell Chu Yunhe, don't force me, it's useless!"