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

His Adam's apple rolled, and he almost couldn't help turning his head to taste the taste, like sucking a lollipop, sucking it into his mouth and letting it melt.

When the aggressiveness in his eyes could hardly be hidden, Ning An backed away.

He wrapped half of his face with his palm, and gently rubbed it twice: "Okay, okay, pain is flying away."

"Flying pain, flying painful..." A loving voice with a smile rang in Feng Yun's ear.

His eye sockets became inexplicably hot, those ferocity and impulsiveness faded away in an instant, and his eyes became gentle.

He couldn't help himself, and grabbed Ning An's hand.

Ning An thought he was still angry, and hastily withdrew his hands: "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it. If you still feel angry, call back."

He moved his face forward, closed his eyes tightly, and his eyelashes trembled nervously.Like a fragile and poor butterfly.

But Feng Yun knew that this person was twisting and ruthless, he was not a good person.

Feng Yun let go of his hand, looked at his fine porcelain face, he touched it lightly, the tentacles were soft and warm, like water melted on the fingertips.

The water has magic power, it can run along the fingertips, penetrate into the blood vessels, and go straight to the heart.

His voice was deep: "Don't do this next time!"

Fleeing away, the door slammed shut.

Ning An still had the warmth of Feng Yun's palm on his face, and there were water marks on his wrist from the water droplets falling from Feng Yun's hair. He thought: "It's broken, I offended people so much."

With a feeling of apprehension, Ning An took off his makeup in front of the mirror.

The face under the makeup was pale and tired, only a pair of eyes were set off extremely brightly, like stars at night.

The bathtub was filled with hot water, and he buried himself in it, slowly closing his eyes.

Tiredness wandered through the limbs, slowly diluted by the hot water, and the relaxation of bones and muscles further highlighted the emptiness of the stomach.

He wrapped himself in a bathrobe and planned to steam an egg in the kitchen.

The light in Feng Yun's room was still on, Ning An hesitated, and knocked on the door anyway.

The door opened quickly, Feng Yun looked at him with cold eyebrows, his cheeks became more swollen.

Ning An looked sideways guiltily: "I want to steam an egg, do you want it?"

"Ning An," Feng Yun called him, "Look at my face and talk."

Ning An obediently turned his gaze away, and looked at him seriously: "Then do you want eggs?"

The bathrobe was a little too big, and the collar was opened a little, revealing a piece of fair skin that was steamed into a slight powder by the heat.

Feng Yun's eyes froze there, and he asked casually, "What bastard?"

"Steamed eggs."

Smooth, tender, melt-in-your-mouth...

Feng Yun looked at Ning An's smooth skin, and stretched out his hand to wrap his clothes around him: "Yes."

Ning An pursed her lips and took a step back, her ears burning slightly.

The two entered the kitchen one by one, Ning An went to crack eggs, Feng Yun went to the freezer to get ice cubes, wrapped them in a towel and applied them to his face.

He leaned on the refrigerator to look at Ning An.

The man was lowering his head and carefully stirring the egg wash. Under the wet hair was a white face. After removing the makeup, he was simply clean and pure.

Even if it was just cracking an egg, the posture was quite elegant, with only a charming arc bent out of the neck.

People who don't even eat properly eat supper?

Feng Yun narrowed his eyes: "What did you have for lunch?"

"I didn't come at noon..." Ning An suddenly stopped talking.

He is not a person who likes to lie, so when there is no way to retreat, he will often choose to remain silent.

Feng Yun came over and looked at him condescendingly: "You raise your head."

Ning An didn't lift it, the chopsticks were stirring rapidly in the egg liquid.

Feng Yun curled his lips and let out a sneer, pinched his chin with his hand, and lifted his face up.

The fingers that have just touched the ice cubes are cold, and pinching them on the warm and soft skin feels amazingly comfortable and fascinating.

However, Ning An shuddered as if he had been stung, and gritted his teeth, "What are you doing? You villain."

"I'm bad?" Feng Yun laughed angrily, and pointed to his swollen cheeks: "You have the nerve to call me bad?"

"You're not bad, you're fine." Ning An was holding a bowl of egg liquid and felt guilty when someone pinched his chin: "If you want to kill or cut, can you give me a good word, good man?"

"Okay, steam the egg and apply it to my face." Feng Yun said.

"Yes, my lord." Ning An smiled, and was complacent about successfully changing the subject: "Can you let me go? My face hurts."

"Oh, your face hurts?" Feng Yun pointed to his cheek again.

Ning An pursed her lips and stopped talking, Feng Yun smiled: "Didn't eat lunch or dinner, right? You have a strong stomach, what is it?"

Well, this is coming back again.

"You said, you were starved right after you got married, what would your parents think?" Feng Yun's fingers slowly slid up along his jaw line, and finally rested on Ning An's small and soft earlobe, Twisted it lightly, there were three pierced ears, slanting upwards, he asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

The numb itching made Ning An very uncomfortable.

Feng Yun's eyes also became dark, moving from his ears to his eyes, meeting his eyes.

Unable to explain what it felt like, Ning An suddenly felt a sense of suffocation, and he stepped back: "Let go, Feng Yun."

"Brother Calling, I will let you go if you have a good meal in the future." Feng Yun said, "I don't want to be pointed at by your parents and scolded."

"Feng Yun, I'm one year older than you." Ning An tried to remind him.

"For people who can't even take care of themselves, their natural age can only be used as a reference, and I also endured your domestic violence, and I made you call me brother. I owe you?"

Ning An's eyes widened, and he would rather die unyieldingly at him, like a strangled cat.

Brother Mingsheng is actually not bad, after all, his actual age is only 19 years old.

Not to mention being controlled by others now, Feng Yun's two cold fingers were warmed up by himself.

Those who know current affairs are Junjie, Ning An closed his eyes, his lips moved imperceptibly: "Brother."

Feng Yun's beautiful lips were slightly parted, a little surprised, he obviously didn't expect Ning An to give in so easily, and he clearly had an expression of preferring death to surrender.

His eyes were both funny and disgusted: "Tsk, you surrendered to the enemy before you were executed?"

The water in the pot was boiling, bubbling and bubbling. One of the two people lowered their heads and smiled, while the other felt ashamed and indignant when his chin was pinched. Like the small bubbles in the pot, they were about to explode. They wished they could pounce on each other and bite each other.

Can't go along, can't go against, this person is too...

Ning An turned the bowl containing the egg liquid in his hand, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, but before he could move, Feng Yun had already let go of his hand with a smile.

Without letting out a bad breath, Ning An could only lower his head and puff his cheeks to continue stirring the egg liquid, then put plastic wrap on the bowl mask and put it in the pot.

The steamed egg was very fast, and it was on the table in a short while. The two sat at the dining table, each with a spoon, and shared a portion of the steamed egg.

Then Feng Yun lay down on the sofa as a matter of course, Ning An held the ice and puffed up his cheeks and carefully applied it to his face.

Feng Yun happily sang: "Little hedgehog, there are no thorns..."

He is very comfortable now. After eating the steamed eggs, turning people around, seeing the normally cold person holding back his breath and being extremely obedient at this moment, it is a joy in the world, why is it so fun?

Ning An's hand holding the ice towel pressed down on Feng Yun's cheek, his eyelids gradually became heavy, his hand lost his aim, and he accidentally applied it to the base of his ear.

Seeing his eyelids struggling to keep fighting, Feng Yun was extremely pitiful, and couldn't help showing mercy: "Okay, go to sleep."

Ning An raised his eyes in a daze, and realized after a while: "Then this matter is over, don't mention it again."

"I won't mention it, I will remember it." Feng Yun said.

Ning An walked into the bedroom in three steps and two steps, and before closing the door, half of his head was exposed, and he said to him, "Hmph, cheapskate!"

Then, like a rabbit, he quickly shrank back and closed the door.

Feng Yun laughed, this man was really pissed off, he was so childish.

The following rehearsals were very difficult, and almost every rehearsal started in the afternoon and did not end until the next morning.

One group after another, one after another, squinting against the cold ground when sleepy, and casually eating lunch when hungry.

Every step of the foot, every movement on the stage, every angle of the fixed point, time, and the eyes of the model...

After water grinding time and time again, it is ground to perfection little by little.

There was a bus stop outside Hongcheng, and the bus was empty in the early morning, so Ning An chose to take the bus home.

It was around seven o'clock in the morning when I got home, and if I was lucky, I would meet Feng Yun making breakfast.

The cold wind in the morning was shut out, and the room smelled warm and fragrant, with the faint scent of perfume on Feng Yun's body.

The sunlight can just penetrate into the bedroom at this time, and it is like two different worlds from that night's fatigue, hard work, and the cold wind outside.

Feng Yun will help him prepare breakfast.

After Ning An came out of the shower, Feng Yun was often sitting on the dining table while his breakfast was laid out.

Chicken breast, salmon, and occasionally a small piece of steak, served with coarse grains, boiled eggs and two leafy vegetables, it can be seen that they have put their heart into it.

There's nothing to hide from the dust in the sun, nothing to hide from the steam on the breakfast, and nothing to hide from Feng Yun's unintentional support.

This makes Ning An occasionally feel a little out of tune, as if he has gradually picked up a little happiness and warmth about the past.

He is a person who is easily satisfied, and he will be moved by such a life.

Although Feng Yun has a mean mouth, he is also easy to make a bad face.

But in fact, the days of living together let him know that he is actually very careful and can take care of other people's feelings casually.

In the third rehearsal, Tian Xiaoci had a problem.

When crossing the road at the intersection outside Hongcheng, he saw a pair of figures.

It was only a second of delay before being knocked down by the delivery motorcycle.

A wound of more than ten centimeters rolled out on the calf, and the blood drenched the trouser leg.

There was a traffic jam on the road that day, and he arrived at exactly the right time, and the show director Fatty Wei hated people not being punctual the most, so he went straight into Hongcheng without treating his wound.

Half of the white sneakers were stained red, his face was as pale as the other half of the shoes, and he was sweating thinly, but he still stubbornly walked steadily.

Ning An immediately got up and asked the staff to ask for leave for him.

Asking for leave means missing this rehearsal, and absence means losing this opportunity.

Tian Xiaoci turned pale, pursed his lips, and shook his head desperately.

No one wants to lose such an opportunity, even if he is injured, he has to fight. Ning An understands him.

He looked at the time, and there were still ten minutes before the rehearsal. If he couldn't do anything else, he could at least buy some medical bandages to treat the wound.

There was a clinic not far from the bus station. He stood up and ran towards the exit.

At the door he bumped into a man hurrying in.

He knew this person, the one he saw at Tian Xiaoci's house last time.

The man's face was frosty, with sweat dripping from his forehead, and his eyes were very captivating.

He stuffed a bag of things into Ning An's arms: "I'm sorry to trouble you, needless to say I've been here."

It's sterile cotton balls, bandages and some medicines.

Ning An took it and nodded silently.

Tian Xiaoci was still out, with an injured leg and an unstable heart, thanks to him being able to bear it, it took several rehearsals before Fatty Wei saw the flaw.

No matter how good the performance is, it's useless. Fatty Wei will definitely not use it if he has an injury on his leg.

Tian Xiaoci didn't say anything, just packed up his things and left in silence.

During the waiting time, Ning An called him. Tian Xiaoci's voice was very tired. He said, "Brother Ning, the cards that fate dealt me ​​are too bad. I always want to play well on my own, but I always can't."

Ning An is not very good at comforting people, he smiled to make the atmosphere a little more relaxed: "You did a good job, you are only 19 years old, give yourself a little more space."

After the original four rehearsals were over, two more were temporarily added, extending to six.

The last rehearsal was scheduled for ten o'clock in the morning on a Wednesday, only three days before the big show.

In the early morning of this day, a scandal broke out on the Internet, it was about Zhang Luan and He Yi's scandal.

Almost instantly, this scandal became a trending search and became the headlines of major online media.

When Ning An saw the news, his heart was almost twisted. The incident of Tian Xiaoci last time was still vivid in his memory. He was really worried about Tan Wenyu.

Tian Tian Xiaoci also came this day. On the surface it was said that it was the last match, and he came to cheer for them, but in fact he was worried.

But to their surprise, Tan Wenyu's performance was the same as usual, with ease and stability.

What they didn't know was that He Yi called Tan Wenyu the night before to reveal the matter.

He had to obey the crew's arrangement.

Tan Wenyu knew that He Yi had given up many opportunities for him, he smiled and said, "Do what you should do and don't think about me, because I will trust you all the time."

In the early morning, the first thing he saw was not the scandal, but He Yi

He flew back on the night flight just to make him feel more at ease

They only had time to hug and kiss each other, and they separated in a hurry.

One was going to the rehearsal of the show, and the other was going to the crew to film.

When the public is paying attention to the scandal and talking about the so-called clues, they are happily kissing together.

After coming out of Hongcheng, the night wind blew straight into their hearts, but they all felt a little bit of happiness.

In such a night, Ning An suddenly misses Feng Yun a little bit. It seems that Feng Yun's side will always be very warm, and warmth breeds happiness.

This was the first time he missed Feng Yun.

This yearning is a bit inexplicable, like a wronged child who can't help but want to hug someone he trusts.

His smell, his embrace, and his laughter can all dissolve those grievances one by one and smash them to pieces.

This feeling made Ning An's heart throb.