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

Ning An half leaned on the sofa, silently looked at Feng Yun, expressing his rejection.

Seeing that he was motionless, Feng Yun stretched out his long arms and was about to step forward to hug him.

Ning An hastily shrunk in: "No, Feng Yun, I'm not disabled, and I'm not injured, it's just a flesh injury, so I don't have to wait for someone to take a bath."

"That's not it," Feng Yun said with a cold face, "God is so merciful in not freezing off your old man's feet, how proud you are to be able to tell me the three words 'no disability'." ?”

Ning An turned his face sideways, and rubbed his eyebrows with a headache: "I only took off my shoes when I went up the stairs..."

"Just?" Feng Yun looked at him with a half-smile.

"I was wrong." Ning An surrendered helplessly.

The two of them lived together for so long, Ning An already had a certain understanding of Feng Yun.

Feng Yun looks cold on the outside, but he is soft on the inside, and he prefers to be soft rather than hard.

"Thank you, Feng Yun, I know you actually care about me." He submissively took his hand and shook it: "If you can change the way you care about people a little bit, maybe I could have noticed it sooner."

The fingers of those hands were slightly cool, and the pads of the fingers were soft and slippery. They shook his hand gently, as if coquettish.

Feng Yun's heart was throbbing and numb as if being gently scratched by a cat's paw.

But he still shook his hand away with a cold face: "I only care about you when I'm idle, you don't even care about yourself!"

Ning An suppressed a smile, grabbed his hand again, and looked up at him mischievously: "Shall I rub it for you?"

"What?" Feng Yun didn't react for a while, and looked at him suspiciously.

But that doubt soon dissipated, his face turned red, and he shook off Ning An's hand vigorously, like throwing away mosquitoes, rats and ants.

Ning An was actually quite good at making jokes.

He looks cold, and occasionally says a wisecrack with a cold face, the effect of that contrast will be particularly good.

Eight times out of ten, I can make my roommates roll over with laughter while clutching their bellies.

It's just that after passing through, he didn't have the opportunity or the mood to talk about it.

Seeing Feng Yun blushing, Ning An almost couldn't hold back his laughter. He held back and looked at him seriously.

The two of them stared wide-eyed for a moment, but one was full of shock, the other was full of amused,

There was a moment of silence in the air, Feng Yun finally squinted his eyes and took a step forward, threateningly pulled back the hand he had thrown away.

He leaned over to look at Ning An, the distance between the two got closer and closer, and they smelled each other for a while.

Feng Yun raised Ning An's chin: "Who did you learn from? What if I really let you rub you?"

"what?"

Ning An's eyes widened nervously. Isn't this different from what he expected?

"Knead?" Feng Yun turned his back on the guest: "Aren't you playing hooligans? I asked you to play, why can't you play?"

Ning An lifted a rock and hit his own foot, being half pressed down on the sofa by Feng Yun, the tips of his ears turned red quietly.

He pulled his face out of Feng Yun's palm, stretched out his hand and pushed it on his chest: "No, no, no, no, I'm not, I'm not..."

Feng Yun watched him struggling under him without moving a bit, and after a while, he snorted softly: "Fight with me, you are still tender."

"You can't say that," Ning An objected, "I'm just not lustful."

He looked at Feng Yun's face, it was indeed too good-looking, he couldn't look at it too much, it would make him feel better.

"Look, you should be glad that I only love money and don't like lust, otherwise you think you can still be fine today?" Ning An insisted.

Feng Yun's gaze and face were too lethal, and Ning An couldn't resist, especially Feng Yun smiled contemptuously: "Who can't be good? I really don't know. Want to try?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant." Ning An waved his hands again and again, not knowing how the good plot collapsed like this.

At this moment, his heart hurts more than his feet, and he was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

What a failure, he thought, sinking his head into the sofa, like a turtle.

He had already foreseen the miserable scene where Feng Yun took advantage of the victory to pursue and he was beaten to the ground.

But Feng Yun's performance today was completely beyond his expectation.

He didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue, but just looked at him quietly, the blush on his face did not fade.

Ning An didn't know, for him, this was a shy topic, and for Feng Yun, it was the same.

Feng Yun runs an entertainment place, he has seen a lot of things, on the contrary, he has seen much more than ordinary people.

But for some reason, Ning An's joke made him blush.

He himself was also very strange, but he couldn't control his rapid heartbeat and his skin became hot.

Ning An lay on the sofa for a while, trying to change the subject: "I want to take a bath."

Feng Yun withdrew his body, let go of his palm, and the room was silent.

Ning An slowly raised his head, and met Feng Yun's dark gaze.

Feng Yun looked at him with a complicated expression, and suddenly asked: "Are you short of money lately?"

Before Ning An could answer, he said, "I have some spare money, you can take it if you need it."

He has never thought that Ning An is a person who is short of money, after all, the price of what he wears is very expensive.

At first, according to Lu Zhuo's investigation and outside rumors, he preconceived that he was just a vanity worshiper of money.

But now, he didn't know when, he had already changed his mind in his heart.

Maybe from the first time I met him, he felt different about him.

In that show, when he went out, they looked at each other unintentionally, and he was standing under the tung tree smoking a lonely figure...

It all left a deep impression on him.

Few people could break into his heart, but that silhouette stayed in his heart for a long time, even though he didn't quite remember his appearance at that time.

Maybe it's the loneliness, exactly the same.

He couldn't tell.

So after Lu Zhuo's investigation report came out, his feelings were not pure disgust, but mixed with a lot of loss and disappointment.

His feelings towards Ning An were always different, so the disappointment was particularly strong.

But now, he sees that he is no longer what he used to be.

He knew that this person had a very strong self-esteem, if he didn't really love him, he might not easily mention the money issue.

Money is a double-edged sword, sometimes it is a good thing, sometimes it hurts self-esteem, especially if their relationship is not awkward.

He had to admit that he was afraid of Ning An's rejection.

Sure enough, Ning An shook his head: "No, I... It's not that difficult."

Feng Yun looked at him, a little disappointed. From the phone call that day, he already knew that his life was not easy, but he was unwilling to speak to him.

He stood up silently: "I'll help you drain the water."

"Feng Yun." Seeing the disappointment flashing across his face, Ning An stopped him.

"It's really not that difficult for me. The most difficult time," he hesitated, "it's over."

Feng Yun looked at him, those beautiful eyes were very deep.

"It's okay, this job is just like this, but it hurts a little bit." Seeing him like this, Ning An smiled and comforted him: "When I chose this path, I was already mentally prepared. So, I don't feel bitter, really."

He lit a cigarette and handed it to Feng Yun, Feng Yun took it in silence, and bit the wet filter between his lips.

Ning An ordered another one for himself: "At the time, when I chose this path, my parents had objected, but I insisted."

He said softly, back to a long time ago.

"I was still young at that time, and I thought it was a challenge to show my beauty. They saw that I was persistent and followed me, but my father told me that no matter how hard or tiring the path I chose, I had to persevere. Even if you are on your knees, you have to go on, and you can’t give up lightly. If you really want to say give up one day, it is when you have found a higher and better goal.”

"I found it soon, and I have been working hard for it. Although I am very tired, I have goals and hopes. I have something to rely on in my heart." He gently exhaled a smoke ring and smiled slightly: "Model My career is now just a ladder and a springboard for me to reach a higher goal. If I refuse to do my best even on this springboard, then I am not worthy to pursue any higher-level goals.”

Feng Yun looked at him, hearing these words from him for the first time, he was far stronger than he imagined.

Ning An looked at the scarlet cigarette butt: "Look, in fact, even my parents can't help me, so why should you blame yourself? This is my own path, and no one can replace it. I have to fight and carry it myself. Only then can I have the opportunity to jump out of this circle and start a new life.”

"You seem to trust your parents?" Feng Yun raised his eyes and asked.

He always felt that the parents that Ning An described were not the same parents as the parents he saw.

Ning An was silent for a moment, then said firmly, "Of course."

"Actually, it's not that bitter," he continued. "It's just a little tired, but who can be tired? If you want better things, you have to work hard. I just rubbed my feet today. After a while, When it’s the coldest, I have to take photos of summer clothes outdoors, short-sleeved shorts, not only me, but my colleagues and they live such a life, even child models, they can’t avoid it, summer clothes in winter, cold Into the bone marrow, taking winter clothes in summer, covering the whole body with prickly heat."

"Some people will think, look, this person is so pitiful, he is as cold as a dog, and he still has to show his style." He was silent for a while: "But this is my job, this is my job." Professional, I am a professional model, I know what I am doing better than anyone else, we have already thought about these things before taking this path, so we really don’t need any sympathy.”

Feng Yun stared at him.

"I think you will understand, if you also have pursuits." Ning An met his gaze: "On your way, you can only run with all your strength, and nothing else can stop you."

This sentence entered Feng Yun's heart, and he understood it better than anyone else.

He looked at Ning An, this person should not sympathize, he should understand and support.

Ning An laughed: "It's nothing, really, I'm very lucky that you care about me so much, these are enough, I really don't feel bitter, thank you."

This time Feng Yun didn't say anything about whether it hurts or not, he took a deep puff of the cigarette, and the smell of Ning An was in his mouth.

The smell seemed to take on a new meaning, warm and gritty.

"Now can you put the hot water on for me? I want to take a shower." Ning An also took the last puff of his cigarette, lowered his head and put the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

Feng Yun didn't say a word, got up and went to the bathroom.

Ning An half leaned on the sofa, feeling tired and relaxed.

He hadn't said so many words for a long time, and for some reason, he suddenly wanted to say it today.

Maybe he just couldn't bear to see Feng Yun's disappointed expression at the end.

Maybe it's just because here, there are also people who are red-eyed for him.

At that moment, his heart was not without throbbing.

But it's more because he may have to go through more and more difficult things than this, and he doesn't want to have conflicts with Feng Yun again because of these.

He has no right to ask Feng Yun for extra things, and he doesn't want Feng Yun to interfere too much in his affairs.

Between them, at the most difficult time for each other, it is enough to give a warm word, an encouraging look, and an understanding heart.

After all, they will all go their separate ways.

From the very beginning when Feng Yun repeatedly told him not to be emotional, he had already set boundaries for himself in his heart.

And he also has unrealistic expectations, hoping that one day, when he wakes up, he will return to his original home.

Everything here is a dream, maybe he will miss some people very much, but it is just a dream.

There is always a distinction between dreams and reality.

The hot water was swirling at the bottom of the snow-white bathtub, and the steam wet Feng Yun's eyelashes.

He felt that he was closer to Ning An in his heart, but in reality he was farther away.

They are like two people standing at opposite ends of a lever. If either of them moves too fast, the lever will become unbalanced, and the body will be severely injured.

They have to grope, balance, and move forward little by little, so as not to hurt both sides.

Especially his own terrible desire to control made him tremble with fear.

The moment he saw Ning An's bare and injured feet, he almost couldn't help stepping forward to force him to give up his current job.

He forced himself to endure, to suppress those emotions, so that they did not explode.

At this moment, he was grateful in his heart, thankful that he had controlled himself.

If not, he dare not imagine what kind of scene will be between the two of them now.

Ning An would not compromise, he knew it very well.

But as a reward for himself, he didn't intend to completely listen to Ning An.

He is very smart and knows which things he can control Ning An.

After the water was put away, Ning An was putting down the phone.

He tried to get up, but Feng Yun was the first to hug him up.

This time he didn't struggle, and quietly leaned against Feng Yun's chest. Feng Yun's chest was broad and warm, and he could hear a steady and powerful heartbeat.

He was a little helpless: "Actually, I can do it myself, but you are against me to show your sense of existence."

Feng Yun twitched the corner of his lips: "Is my presence stronger than yours?"

"It's okay." Ning An thought for a while, besides work, Feng Yun is probably the most important person in his current life.

"Oh, just fine."

"Well, hello! What are you doing?"

"Didn't you tell me to help you take a bath?"

"I can do it myself, shit, stop it, Feng Yun, fuck it... I can take it off myself, fuck it!"

There was a sound of water, Feng Yun took off Ning An's shirt and threw him into the bathtub.

Water surrounded him from all directions, and his black hair swayed like water plants.

He opened his eyes at the bottom of the water, and saw Feng Yun's face with an evil smile across the water waves, he narrowed his eyes slightly and asked him, "Do you have a stronger sense of presence now?"

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