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

Ning An was a blessing in disguise.

His ring was taken away by the female designer.

After the big show, some fashion buyers and partners entered the backstage to communicate and cooperate with designers.

They went directly to the VIP room, and the designer had two separate trips to deliver the product to the drawing, ordering the product, modifying the style, changing the material... Even if it was just a rough communication, there were still a lot of details to be communicated.

The designer was so busy that he completely forgot about the ring.

It wasn't until a few hours later, when she came out after talking about the matter, that she learned from DRESSER and the staff that Ning An and Ren had a misunderstanding because of the ring.

She felt sorry, and immediately asked the staff to check Ning An's contact information, and asked Dresser to call him.

The designer is Song Qiu, a cutting-edge jewelry designer in China.

She went back and sent a separate message to Ning An, expressing that she wanted to ask him to be a model for some hand accessories behind her.

Generally speaking, the display and shooting of hand accessories has very high requirements on the hands of the model. Generally, these tasks are done by special hand models.

As a qualified hand touch, the skin of the hands must be smooth and tender like a baby, and there should be no scars, stains or even redundant lines.

Therefore, hand models basically do not do housework, do not touch hard objects, and are more particular about wearing gloves when going out to prevent injuries and ultraviolet rays.

Including diet, shrimps, crabs, shellfish, nuts and other shelled foods, in order to avoid injury, they cannot shell themselves.

In addition, various daily care is inevitable, only a few top hand models that Ning An knows, without exception, they have invested a huge amount of insurance for their hands.

To be a qualified hand model may seem easy on the surface, but in fact it takes something unimaginable for ordinary people.

Rare things are more expensive, and the income of hand models of similar grades is several times or even dozens of times higher than that of ordinary models.

Ning An has never considered being a hand model. Although his hands are beautiful, they are still incomparable to the hands of professional hand models.

Moreover, his future may be inseparable from sharp objects such as scissors, needles, needles, and needles.

So, at first he rejected Song Qiu.

On the one hand, he was worried that his hands could not stand the test of the high-definition camera, and on the other hand, he could not do this job for a long time. Since Song Qiu would have to change people sooner or later, it would be better to choose the right one at once.

But Song Qiu said that he was attracted by Ning An's hands weaving diamond buttons.

Those are flexible, spiritual and powerful hands, which can show different flavors and charms.

She believes that what is expressed by those hands is difficult for ordinary hand models to achieve.

And it was just an attempt at first, and what he asked him to shoot was only a small part of her works.

She made an appointment with Ning An for an audition in three days, and she would return the ring to him at that time, and Ning An agreed.

It's about being too tired, and it's also recognized.

Ning An slept very deeply that night, three hours later, the biological clock woke him up on time.

As usual, he put on his sportswear and went out for morning exercises.

The sun and air in the morning are vigorous and fresh, and everything that happened yesterday seems like a dream.

Whether it was the so-called achievements or the subsequent disputes, they were all cleaned up and pacified deep in the chest.

And he is still the one who keeps moving forward and pursues dreams persistently.

On the way back, he saw a new sesame seed stall on the side of the road, and the old man selling sesame seed cakes was using tongs to put sesame seed cakes on the food shelf in front.

The baked biscuits are yellow and clear, the surface is sprinkled with sesame seeds, and the inside is divided into layers, sprinkled with salt and pepper, it tastes crispy and soft.

The fragrance floated from afar, attracting Ning An to move forward.

It was exactly the same as the one he ate when he was a child, but when he grew up, for some reason, there were fewer and fewer sold in the city.

The biscuits were very cheap, so he bought a few and held them in his palm, which was very warm.

In this world, many things are unfair, and many people will be partial.

Only sunshine, air, nature...they are never impartial.

Feng Yun was hit by the morning sun on his eyelashes, the thick long eyelashes were dyed golden, and the curve was slightly upturned, just like the playful nose tip.

He frowned lazily and turned over lazily, his eyelashes trembling, slowly revealing his dark and bewildered eyes.

What came into view was a plain ring, and his left hand was naturally hanging down on the pillow.

When I bought it, I deliberately chose the ugliest one to disgust Ning An, but now I care more about it.

After looking at it quietly for a while, he moved the ring to his lips without kissing, but just felt it quietly for a while.

Scenes from yesterday reappeared in his mind, he pulled up the quilt with some annoyance, and buried himself completely.

The quilt bulged into a bag, and after a while a pair of long legs stretched out from the other side, kicking lightly a few times.

It wasn't until he had armed himself that Feng Yun sat up, stretched out his hands to crawl through his messy hair, and got up to get dressed.

There was a seductive smell coming from the kitchen, and his stomach growled in disappointment. It lasted until midnight yesterday, probably because he was very hungry.

Ning An was slowly stirring the porridge with a spoon in his hand, his drooping eyelashes were enveloped by steam, hazy, looking very gentle.

He was wearing sweatpants and a rare sports sweater on his upper body, making him look even younger.

Feng Yun leaned against the door frame more like a male model than a male model, and greeted with a smile: "Morning."

Ning An's hands trembled in fright, and even the pink toes in the open-toed slippers curled up nervously, his frightened appearance was very cute.

Feng Yun didn't know what he thought of, he forced himself to look away, and heard Ning An reply coldly: "Morning."

He walked in, leaned against the counter next to him, and thought about it: "Yesterday..."

Ning An's light-colored lips were tightly pursed, his face was calm, but the tips of his ears were slightly pink, he interrupted him, and said softly: "It's all a coincidence, I didn't take it to heart, and you don't need it."

Feng Yun looked down at his exposed toes. In the cold weather, he insisted on wearing open-toed slippers.

Feng Yun once helped him buy a pair of KITTY cotton slippers. Although the KITTY pattern was deliberately used to annoy him, it was not because of this reason that Ning An didn't wear it. On the contrary, he still liked the pattern very much.

His reason is that he is a model, and it is common for him to be exposed to the cold in winter. If he protects himself too well, it will be easy for him to suffer in the future.

So there is no cotton-padded clothes in his closet, only overcoats of various colors, and he never buttons them up when he goes out.

It's not that he's not afraid of the cold, but that he forces himself to get used to the cold and the bitterness, and when it's really cold and bitter, it won't be so difficult.

The nails are small and round, and the toes are pink.

Feng Yun suddenly wanted to reach out and touch her feet to see if those feet were cold.

Ning An was a little nervous when he saw him, so he moved his steps quietly, and he glanced at him: "Dinner is about to be served, go wash up."

The eyelashes were moist and moist from the steam, making those eyes sparkle with amorous feelings, Feng Yun could hardly hear what he was saying, just looked at him, and said softly: "Okay."

After finishing speaking, she didn't move, just looked at him sideways, Ning An blushed under his gaze: "Are you stupid?"

Feng Yun snorted and said, "Swearing is still very nasty, isn't it?"

For scrambled eggs with tomatoes, Ning An checked several recipes and made the simplest one.

First scramble the eggs into pieces and put them out separately, then heat the oil, add the onion and ginger ingredients, stir in the tomatoes to make a tomato sauce, then pour in the previously fried eggs, mix well, let each piece of egg After absorbing enough tomato soup, add salt and shredded shallots, and it's ready to serve.

A plate of shallots mixed with tofu, crushed tofu, sprinkled with finely salted green onion, and a drop of sesame oil.

The white porridge was boiled until it was so pulpy that it melted in the mouth, and when it was served in a bowl, it emitted a curl of steam.

There are a few yellow sesame seed cakes on a celadon platter, a simple but very family meal.

After washing up, Feng Yun sat straight at the dining table, seeing that Ning An was pouring hot milk into the oatmeal, and there was half an orange and a boiled egg on the plate in front of him.

He frowned as he pinched the milk box with his thin white fingers, letting the milk rush into the oatmeal one by one.

He couldn't tell what it was like, but he said casually: "I want to invite you out for a meal, but you don't eat anything."

"It's okay." Ning An raised his eyes: "It's just once in a while, no matter how bad it is, I can still watch you eat."

"Watch you eat," the three words made Feng Yun wake up from the initial joy of "he agreed to invite him to dinner".

An image involuntarily emerged in his mind: Ning An pursed his lips, watching himself with tears in his eyes as he enjoyed delicacies from mountains and seas.

What a pity!

His heart sank, and his thoughts seemed to become more delicate and entangled than before: "Is he rejecting me in disguise by saying this?"

But it's so fucking pathetic.

He didn't answer any more. He bowed his head in silence and took a bite of the biscuits. They were still fresh, crispy and delicious, but he had been eating very gracefully since he was a child, and he rarely showed any expression even when he ate the food he liked.

Ning An looked up at him eating, with a little envy and longing in his eyes, as if he was waiting for a compliment, and asked brightly, "Is it delicious?"

This person has been indifferent all morning, because of what happened yesterday, he didn't even dare to meet his eyes.

Just because he took a bite of the biscuits right now, there was such a...cute look on his face?Pitiful?look forward to……

Feng Yun couldn't tell what kind of expression that was, in short, because of the pitiful point just now, this expression made his heart soften like spring water: "Do you like it?"

"Well," Ning An nodded: "When I was young, my dad made breakfast, and sometimes he would go out to buy it when he got up late or was lazy. At that time, the sesame seed cakes made by the sesame seed stall downstairs in my house were delicious, and they were served with white porridge. ..."

He held his chin and said with a smile: "I miss it so much, do you know what white porridge is?"

Infected by the happy smile on his face, Feng Yun couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. Hearing his question, he couldn't help but look at the rice porridge in the bowl, a little puzzled: "Isn't it rice porridge?"

Ning An shook his head: "It's made of beans, very thick, like jelly, not soy milk or tofu brain, very fragrant."

Feng Yun was attracted by his description: "Why don't we go eat together next time?"

Ning An was taken aback, and shook his head sadly: "It's gone now, many old things are slowly disappearing."

Not to mention white porridge, he hasn't even eaten this sesame seed cake for several years.

Feng Yun felt a little regretful, seeing Ning An's slightly sad look, he changed the subject with a smile: "I didn't expect your father to be able to cook, he doesn't look like the kind of person who can cook."

He smiled and added: "I didn't mean to belittle his old man."

Ning An lowered his head and thought about it, Ning Shiqu is indeed not the kind of person who can cook.

He is the most traditional kind of man who thinks that cooking is a woman's business, and that men's cooking is humiliating and embarrassing.

He cares about face all his life and doesn't know how to cherish his family. He thinks that it is enough to make money to support his family. In fact, the money he earns is even difficult to make ends meet.

That's why Sun Lanxin was so old. Sitting with Feng Ran who was the same age, he looked like he was in his teens.

He thought of his mother, who was so happy and spoiled by his father as a little girl. The one who could cook was his real father.

Ning Shiqu and his father... are incomparable.

Just as he was thinking, a piece of biscuit suddenly touched his lips.

Ning An raised his head and met Feng Yun's bright eyes. He looked at him with the corners of his lips curled up, his smile was very sunny, and he coaxed him: "Eat, don't you like it?"

Ning An stepped back a little, leaned on the back of the chair, Feng Yun moved his hand a little further, and followed him: "Eat, it's okay to take a bite."

Unexpectedly, Ning An opened his mouth and took a small bite. Feng Yun looked at him with a smile, full of anticipation as if he was asking him: "Is it delicious?"

"Yeah," Ning An nodded and laughed, the dimples at the corners of his mouth were rippling, sweet.

Was his satisfaction so simple?Feng Yun was a little puzzled.

He looked at Ning An's smiling face and fell silent. He lowered his head and bit the gap Ning An had just bitten, and bit down lightly. Every bit he bit had a sweet taste.

The scene from last night resurfaced in front of his eyes again, although the moment their lips brushed lightly, Ning An stepped back.

But that brief touch still shocked Feng Yun's heart.

The night breeze made those lips slightly cool, but they were extremely soft, and there was a refreshing sweetness in the breath, mixed with the fragrance of tea, which made people intoxicated.

That's right, it's the familiar sweetness.

The original small circular arc has become larger, and it is an ambiguous small semicircle...

On the side of the semicircle is Feng Yun's tightly pursed lips, and on the other side of the semicircle are Ning An's reddened ear tips.

They lowered their heads at the same time, but there was something silently entangled in the air, entangled...