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

Ning An was lowering his head to dip the sashimi in wasabi and soy sauce, when he heard what Song Qiu said, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Song Qiu wiped his hands: "Since you like Teacher Wang Rong so much, you must also know Teacher Zheng Wenze?"

"Of course." Ning An nodded, looking forward to it, "Their relationship is enviable."

In fact, there are very few people who know Wang Rong who don't know Zheng Wenze, and their relationship is really good and enviable.

It is said that they have been very good friends since they were students, and they also have common goals after that.

Over the years, they have not guarded against or rejected each other like ordinary competitors. Instead, they worked together and supported each other, and eventually became well-known designers.

Although Zheng Wenze is far less talented and aura than Wang Rong, he has walked steadily and steadily on this road.

"A good story." Song Qiu also smiled: "The person I'm talking about is Teacher Zheng's only apprentice, named Wang Qian. Although she has not yet fully graduated from the teacher, she has already established business cooperation with some small brands. When I saw her last time, I heard her say that she wanted to find an assistant, but she couldn't find anyone she wanted. Although it is far behind Teacher Wang Rong, it is still a small step for you."

"Thank you, but now I..." Ning An was silent for a while, but still refused.

In some traditional master-student relationships in China, whether it is established or terminated, it is not an easy matter.

Although going to Wang Qian's place is indeed a stepping stone to serving the watch.

But he knew that once he picked up this brick, it meant that he would no longer have the chance to worship Wang Rong as his teacher.

Song Qiu smiled before he finished speaking: "Okay, okay, I understand."

Ning An smiled: "I'm sorry, but I really appreciate you very much."

"It's okay," Song Qiu said heartily, "If it were me, I might make the same choice as you."

After dinner, they continued to work. They tried many styles and different genres of filming, but it was always difficult to settle on a direction.

At 01:30, Feng Yun sent a message, asking if he was done with work.

Feng Yun never asked about Ning An's work.

When he first received the message, he was puzzled: "Is it still early? What's the matter?"

It took a while to return: "Didn't I say that I wanted to invite you to dinner last time? If today ends early, we can eat together."

Ning An smiled, he had a good relationship recently.

Last time Tian Xiaoci said that he would take them to eat delicious food after the show, but Tan Wenyu secretly went to visit Ban He Yi, and we had to wait for him to come back for this meal.

It was rare for him not to have a work meal today, so Song Qiu invited him to eat delicious Japanese food.

Now that Feng Yun wanted to invite him to dinner again, he thought about it and replied: "I was invited to a delicious meal just today, next time."

There was no reply from there, and Ning An didn't take it to heart when he got busy.

It was past four o'clock in the afternoon when I finished my work.

The sky, which was still cloudless in the morning, now turned up dark clouds, layer upon layer, tumbling under the strong wind, covering up the light of the sky.

The ground of the factory area was swirled with fine dust by the wind, flying towards the body.

Ning An was so blown by the wind that he couldn't keep his eyes open, he wrapped his coat in one hand and took out his sunglasses from his bag with the other to put them on.

After leaving the factory area, turn onto the main road. The road is sparsely populated, and it is hard to wait for a taxi for half a day.

There are few cars in the industrial park, not to mention the bad weather.

Ning An stood for a while, only to feel that the whole body was blown through by the wind, and it was icy cold.

His eyes were only on the taxi sign, and unexpectedly, a car stopped in front of him.

It was a dilapidated jeep, which looked familiar. The door opened, revealing Feng Yun's handsome face: "Get in the car."

Ning An bent down and got into the car, and smiled happily: "It's really a good day to go out today, I met you when it was so difficult to get a taxi."

Feng Yun also smiled: "I don't think it's going well when I go out today. I saw you at a glance? I have to bring a bottle of oil."

What is the usage of "drag oil bottle"?Ning An smiled lightly, but did not speak.

The phone screen lights up, Feng Yun sees a message, the sender is Lao Luo: You have been talking since noon, where have you been?

Feng Yun was going to the game company after finishing errands at noon, but halfway there he found that the sky had changed.

He immediately thought of Ning An, thinking that the place he went to was very remote

The land is vast and sparsely populated, not to mention that it is not easy to take a taxi. The man probably didn't even bring an umbrella. In such a cold day, if it rains, he must freeze to death.

He had just thought about it, but before he could react, he had already turned the steering wheel and drove directly on the road coming here.

It wasn't until he actually arrived that he realized that he didn't want Ning An to know that he came here to pick him up.

He wisely parked the car in the parking lot outside the factory area, lit a cigarette himself, and slowly waited for Ning An to come out.

Seeing that this person really couldn't get into the car, wearing sunglasses and looking around in the cold wind with his hands in his pockets, Feng Yun couldn't help being lost in the warm car.

This is often the case?A person running around in the severe heat and cold.

In order not to let him see, he waited a long time before pulling out the car and stopping in front of him.

Feng Yun glanced at Ning An, saw that he was bowing his head to fasten his seat belt, and typed a few words back: "Going back."

"Do you want to go back to drink?" Ning An looked up at him: "You are so lucky to see me at a glance on such a wide road, otherwise I don't know how long I will have to wait."

Snow particles floated from the sky and hit the car body, making a very slight and dense rustling sound.

"In this windy and sandy day, who wears such a coquettish white coat like you?" Feng Yun snorted softly: "I was thinking about some idiot from afar, so I took a few extra glances."

"Hehe," Ning An gritted his teeth and smiled, "Thank you for your extraordinary interest and attention to Sha Que."

Unexpectedly, this time Feng Yun not only didn't support him, but turned his head away with his lips pursed.

Ning An rubbed his hands, covered his mouth and let out a light breath, then covered his almost frozen cheeks with both hands, and rubbed them.

It was only five o'clock, and it was dark outside.

His hair was messed up by the wind, Feng Yun came over to help him straighten it out, laughing at him while straightening it: "Isn't it cool to stand in the cold wind just now?"

His hair was cold, touching the warm palm made his heart twitch slightly, like a feeling of distress.

Reluctant to leave for a moment, he couldn't help pressing and rubbing it a few times, his fingertips directly inserted into the hair, touching his warm scalp.

This movement was a bit ambiguous, making Ning An's rebuttal choke in his throat, he pursed his lips nervously, and turned his head sideways.

"Feng Yun," he said, "You..."

Sometimes he couldn't see through Feng Yun, so he smiled, lowered his head and lit a cigarette: "Forget it, let's go, in case it gets too big and the road is difficult to walk."

Feng Yun didn't make a sound, there was still a little warmth on his fingertips, he started the car and drove into the snowstorm.

A little snow in the city will be particularly severe.

The car stopped and went, and he sent a message to Lao Luo: "There is a traffic jam, reschedule, I don't know what time it is."

The other party replied with the word "Fuck", Feng Yun glanced at it, and replied: "I invite you to dinner tomorrow to apologize."

Only then was the other party satisfied: "This is justified!"

Feng Yun hooked the corners of his mouth, and didn't reply.

He casually asked Ning An: "Who invited you to dinner at noon? What delicious food did you eat?"

"It's the designer sister who got the ring last time." Ning An looked at the snow outside the window: "Take me to eat Japanese food."

Feng Yun had already noticed that the ring had returned to Ning An's hand, and it was quietly wrapping around his left ring finger.

It complemented the ring on his own finger, and this small detail made him feel at ease.

But Ning'an's words made him feel uneasy.

"You've only met him a few times, and it's just your sister and sister screaming?" Feng Yun squinted at him: "You can go there when I bring you to eat. If you sell you, will you still count the money?"

Ning An has long been used to his unpredictable personality. They say that a woman's heart is like a needle in the sea. In his case, Feng Yun's heart is really a needle in the sea.

He smiled, lowered his head and flicked the ash into the car ashtray.

He understood that Feng Yun wanted to coax him into this situation, so he asked with a smile: "Aren't you going to invite me to dinner too, what are you going to eat?"

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, a smile filled Feng Yun's eyes, and he couldn't hide it: "What do you want to eat?"

"It's up to you." Ning An couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth: "I don't eat much, so I'll just accompany you if you want to eat."

Feng Yun took Ning An to a private restaurant. This small dish is light but tastes good.

Feng Yun asked Ning An to order. Ning An watched it for a long time before ordering hot and sour potato shreds.

Feng Yun: ...

Feng Yun ordered four dishes and one soup, but Ning An held her down with a smile when she wanted to order: "I can't waste it."

Braised chicken with sea cucumber and abalone, shrimp tofu, steamed cod, hot and sour potato shreds and a pot of radish and beef soup.

Ning An tasted it all, and only drank a small bowl of beef soup. Even so, Feng Yun was already very happy.

While thinking he was troublesome, he smiled happily.

Snowflakes are flying outside the window, but the heat is steaming inside, which makes people feel comfortable and at ease.

Ning An had finished eating early, Feng Yun ordered wine, he couldn't drink because he was driving, so Ning An took a few sips from the cup by himself.

I don't know if it's the alcohol, or the steam from the hot soup in the crock, Ning An's cheeks are flushed from the steaming, his eyes are moist, and with a slight smile, he reveals a softness that he doesn't usually appear in. feel.

After drinking, he held his chin to watch Feng Yun eat.

Feng Yun always ate slowly, but now seeing Ning An's cute and soft appearance, he ate even more slowly.

He even wanted to keep eating this meal forever.

But no matter how slow it is, a meal will always be finished.

They paid their bills and came out of the store. The snow fell heavily, but the wind stopped, and a thin layer of white lay on the ground. Although the air was cold, it was very fresh.

The road was slippery in snowy weather, Feng Yun drove the car slowly but steadily.

While parking downstairs, Ning An received the big show reward from Qin Wenyu.

The amount wasn't huge, but compared to the shows Ning An received on weekdays, it was quite a lot.

He called up the calculator, calculated the balance in his hand, then frowned and thought about which arrears he should pay first.

After several months of busy work, he has repaid [-]% to [-]% of the debt in his hand, and the rest is Ninghao.

He usually spends little money, eats little but simple food, lives with Feng Yun, and cannot wear clothes at all...

Afterwards, there is only the same major expenditure, which is the expenditure on clothing equipment and materials. In fact, some fabrics are indeed quite expensive.

He counted the number, always wanting to return Ning Hao's money first.

Most of Ning Hao's money was given by Luo Xiudian, so it's not good for him to take it all the time.

The two went upstairs one after the other, and when Feng Yun opened the door, Tan Wenyu's phone call happened to come.

Ning An signaled Feng Yun to go in first, and went to answer the phone in front of the iron gate connected to the platform. The gate was closed, but not locked, because usually neighbors would always come up to dry bedding and clothes.

He opened the door, looked up at the snowflakes in the sky, and talked to Tan Wenyu.

Qin Wenyu asked straight to the point: "An'an, there is a low-end show tomorrow, can you come over?"

"Tomorrow?" Ning An asked suspiciously, "In such a hurry?"

"It's not a serious show. A coffee shop has just opened, and I want to find a few models to do a show in the open area. The time is relatively long, and there is no such thing as a rehearsal," Qin Wenyu said, "I know you can't watch this kind of work." Come on, but I really can't find anyone, so I'll ask you to see if I can save you in an emergency?"

"How about the reward?" Ning An asked, the snowflakes fell on his eyelashes and turned into crystal drops.

"Not low, because I was in a hurry, and it took a long time."

"Okay, I'll go," Ning An pondered for a moment: Xiaoyu, if there is any quick money-making work in the future, please let me know. "

After hanging up the phone, he stood there for a while. He was short of money. As for whether this kind of activity would be worth it, there was no time to worry about it.

The door was wide open, and a ray of warm light poured out from the crack of the door.

Ning An's voice was not loud, but the night was quiet, and the empty corridor properly amplified human voices.

Feng Yun didn't go in after entering the door, but stood against the wall, and he could hear every word of Ning An very clearly.

The author has something to say: update at 9:12 or [-]:[-] on Sunday night, thank you all, if there is any change, I will mark it in the copy or Weibo, thank you all

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Thank you, I will work hard