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

The car was driving fast on the elevated road, Ning An was sitting in the passenger seat, half-closed his eyes.

The alcohol content of Japanese sake is not high, but it has a strong stamina, not to mention drinking a few glasses at SOSO indiscriminately, regardless of fruit wine and spirits.

Sitting in the warm and quiet carriage at this moment, the wine image seems to have found a hotbed suitable for fermentation, overflowing and multiplying a little bit, it is really a little drunk.

Outside the car window, the billboards of him and Qin Wenyu passed by frame by frame, and Ning An suddenly asked, "Why didn't you sign a contract with Qin Wenyu?"

Feng Yun tightened his knuckles holding the steering wheel, and then slowly loosened it after a while.

"Tell me," Ning An had already changed the subject: "Will Xiaoyu make the same choice as you?"

"No." Feng Yun said: "He is an ambitious person. This kind of person will not give up easily when the opportunity comes."

"What about you? You don't look like you have no ambition." Ning An said, "Why did you give up?"

Feng Yun glanced at him, not knowing how to explain his situation.

Even, he wasn't even sure whether he should tell him about his situation.

After all, saying it can't change anything, it will only make the other person feel depressed.

He even gave him some sympathy that he didn't need.

He didn't want this kind of affection from Ning An, and he didn't realize that he was far more greedy than he imagined.

"Many things I like have to be given up." He finally replied as the lights passed by one by one.

Having experienced similar things too many times, his tone has not caused any waves, and his voice is very light:

"Everyone's destiny is different. Even if you fight and try to change, people with a low starting point may not be able to achieve half of the achievements of people with a high starting point even if they put in many times more effort than those with a high starting point. "

Ning An raised his eyebrows slightly, lowered his head in thought, his head was dizzy, he clearly thought he understood, but he didn't understand in a blink of an eye.

"You still don't understand." Feng Yun saw him frowning in annoyance, and couldn't help but smile slightly: "Actually, I hope you will never understand these things."

Ning An squinted his eyes, wondering if it was because of the alcohol problem, he felt that under the dimly lit street lights, Feng Yun's face was stained with a little sadness, which made people enchanted by his beauty.

Can't help but move forward, he leaned very close to him: "I always feel that you have a little secret hidden in your heart?"

Feng Yun turned his head sideways, brushed his lips against his hair, it was itchy and numb, his voice sank, a little serious: "Stay away from me, it will affect my driving."

Ning An glared at him, the end of his eyes were reddened by alcohol, like a drunk cat: "Why can't you speak well?"

He stepped back, leaning back in the seat angrily.

This is the case when people drink too much. Small emotions are particularly difficult to control, and sometimes they are particularly easy to magnify and go into a dead end.

Ning An is like this at the moment.

He pursed his lips and got angry, but just getting a little closer to him, did he dislike it like this?It's just too much.

Then he always bullies him and teases him, so what should he say?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and all the old and new grudges surged into his heart.

Usually I don't feel that much, but now I feel particularly wronged after being magnified by alcohol.

He glared at him angrily: "You hate me, and I hate you too. Who wants to get so close to you?"

As he said that, he lowered his head to unfasten his seat belt, apparently wanting to get out of the car and get away from him.

Feng Yun had a terrible headache, so he hurriedly extended a hand to hold his hand: "I don't hate you, really, I really like you."

Ning An rubbed the center of his brows, his head ached, and he was coaxed by a word: "Really?"

Feng Yun hurriedly said: "It's more real than real gold, I've never liked someone so much before."

Ning An looked at him fiercely: "Liar!"

Feng Yun hurriedly stated: "It's a puppy or a stray dog ​​who lied to you, so you should believe it?"

Stray dogs are too miserable, Ning An believed it.

He finally put down his hand to unbuckle his seat belt: "That's about the same."

The anger in his heart dissipated, he leaned back comfortably, and soon fell asleep.

Feng Yun heaved a sigh of relief, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and secretly warned himself that he really couldn't let this ancestor drink alcohol in the future.

While parking downstairs, Ning An's phone rang, Feng Yun answered it for him, afraid of waking him up.

Opposite was Fang Jin, who opened his mouth and called, "An'an..."

Feng Yun frowned: "Who are you? Just An'an?"

Fang Jin: "...YY?"

Feng Yun: "..."

Fang Jin coughed: "I have something to ask An An, please let him answer the phone, is that okay?"

Feng Yun glanced sideways at Ning An's sleeping face: "What do you have to say in the middle of the night? He is tired from tossing and falling asleep next to me, so it's the same if you tell me."

What he said was very ambiguous, and Fang Jin was thinking about it for a while, and he coughed lightly: "It's not a big deal, An An mentioned an original foreign language book to me last time, and I brought him a copy when he went abroad. I want to read it." When is it convenient to hand it over to him."

"Oh," Feng Yun said as a matter of course: "You can bring it to me next time you come to SOSO, and I will hand it over to him."

"Hello." Fang Jin frowned helplessly when the phone on the other side hung up.

In fact, he just arrived at SOSO now.

Fang Jin is a designer of a cutting-edge brand that has just emerged in China. This brand was jointly created by several designers who returned from studying abroad.

Fang Jin is one of the founders.

Although it has just started, the brand positioning is very clearly aimed at the middle and high-end consumer groups, and it mainly focuses on men's clothing.

Ning An's aloof and abstinent temperament perfectly fits their brand positioning.

So Fang Jin took a fancy to him at a glance.

There have been several auditions and a general shooting time has been set.

During the work process, everyone occasionally chatted about some understanding of clothing and some design concepts.

After confirming each other and seeking common ground while reserving differences, Fang Jin and Ning An talked more and more.

After going around, the two got closer and closer.

The original foreign language book that Ning An mentioned last time is not sold in China.

Although he occasionally goes abroad for catwalks, he is in such a hurry every time that he has no time to buy them.

Recently, because I was in a hurry to use it, I temporarily planned to find someone to buy it for me. After Fang Jin knew about it, he volunteered and said that he could bring it back for him.

He just came back yesterday, and today he wanted to have a drink with SOSO, so he called him as soon as he sat down, but he didn't expect to overturn Feng Yun's vinegar vat.

He obviously did a good deed, but in the end he was beaten up by him, Fang Jin couldn't laugh or cry.

The filming of the film was scheduled for the end of December, and there was a heavy snowfall two days before the original date.

On the day of filming the location, it was the time when the ice and snow had just melted, and the outdoor gusts of wind whipped up a little residual snow from the branches and landed on the bare skin.

The blood in Ning An's whole body seemed to be frozen, and the ice balls in the blood pierced every inch of his limbs without pain.

There is also a female model who cooperates with him, but the focus is on men's clothing, so the task of the female model is much lighter, and the work is called off early.

The hillside outside the botanical garden was covered with layers of flowers. Ning An was wearing casual trousers that fit well. His long legs were wrapped in trousers that had been altered countless times specially for him, showing slender and smooth lines.

The lines of the waist buttocks fit tightly to the skin, bringing out the thin waist and hips, and a naturally good figure.

The upper body is a silk smoky blue shirt. The hem of the shirt looks casual but has been carefully designed by the stylist, and it is loosely tucked into the waist.

Walking, standing still, standing, squatting on the side...

Various poses and angles were recorded into the camera one by one.

In the end, she wore casual slippers, put on sunglasses, and lay lazily halfway among the flowers.

He raised his head slightly in a leisurely posture, drawing out the slender and graceful lines of his neck, then stretched out a finger, and lifted up the sunglasses playfully, revealing a pair of very beautiful eyes, with a smile in them, and the blue sky and white clouds reflected in them , like glass, shining brightly.

The photographer shouted: "Beautiful, beautiful, hold on, and smile a little more."

He needs to bring just the right smile to create a feeling of spring flowers and spring breeze.

In fact, under a layer of icy flowers and plants, there is frozen permafrost. When one leans on it, one can only feel the chill rushing into the body.

Ning An felt that his face was a little stiff from the cold, and he tried his best to raise the corners of his lips, facing the camera.

The photographer stood up straight: "No, it's not that feeling, your smile is too sweet, please charge me a little more."

Ning An sat up straight, stretched out his hands to cover his face, and gently massaged for a while to relax his skin.

Re-positioned, the corners of the eyes and eyebrows were slightly tainted with a smile, and the corners of the lips were only raised a little, suppressing the two dimples that were not exposed.

The shooting didn't end until dark, and he changed into his clothes tremblingly.

Fang Jin took a huge down jacket and wrapped him up, filled him with half a cup of hot water, and stuffed a large hot water bottle into his arms.

He half embraced him in his arms, passed his own body temperature, felt his body shaking unstoppably in his arms, and couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

Taking the mid-to-high-end route, the tailoring lines of the clothes are very fit.

When other brands are shooting, the models can still stick a warm baby inside, but they can't do it at all. If there is something a little bit, it will show marks.

There is no other way to really suffer from the cold, and to bear it hard.

"Why don't you come and be my assistant," Fang Jin said, "What are you planning for in such a hard life?"

Ning An buried her face in his neck and shook her head: "If Wang Rong doesn't want me, I'll consider your proposal."

"Heh..." Fang Jin laughed: "You are really a master, I don't even like how many people beg to come here."

Ning An slowed down a little, stood up straight, and smiled.

"Won't YY come to pick you up?" Fang Jin asked while supporting him to go outside.

"No." Ning An shook his head and started to walk slowly, the ice in his body began to melt, causing tingling pain.

"YY is still young, not mature enough," Fang Jin said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Why don't you fall into my arms?"

"No, I didn't let him come, he will be angry when he sees my working environment." Ning An chuckled, and couldn't help but protect Feng Yun: "And he is also very busy, the two of us are together and work hard together It's the best state, I think it's more meaningful than him coming to see me."

Although Feng Yun didn't tell him about his game company in detail, Ning An knew about it after being with him for so long.

I also know that it is his most critical moment recently.

"The relationship is very good, I can't pry the corner of the wall." Fang Jin shrugged his shoulders, a little regretful: "YY is really blessed."

"Don't pry it, it's not a good corner." Ning An smiled: "For work, it's fine."

"In the spring and summer of next year, we will participate in a large-scale foreign fashion week, and then you will come." Fang Jin said, "You are much better than the models they usually use, and you will definitely attract more people's attention."

They sat down at a hot pot restaurant opposite, and when the hot steam was smoky on their faces, Ning An felt that he had finally come back to life.

That night Qin Wenyu drove to SOSO alone.

Feng Yun has been spending most of his time at the game company recently, and came here very late, so he has a lot of work accumulated.

When Tan Wenyu arrived at his office on the third floor, he was stuck in a pile of documents and couldn't lift his head.

He only raised his eyes slightly: "You have a strong sense of risk."

After signing the document in his hand, he sat up straight, crossed his hands and propped his chin, and looked at Tan Wenyu: "It's stronger than I imagined."

"Why didn't you sign the contract?" Tan Wenyu asked straight to the point.

Feng Yun said: "Because I don't have freedom, I can't help myself, do you believe it?"

Qin Wenyu obviously didn't believe it.

Feng Yun didn't mind either, he said: "I often hear Ning An talk about you, and I know that you are very decisive, but you haven't been able to make up your mind about this matter, is it because of your boyfriend?"

Tan Wenyu nodded, and said hesitantly, "If we both get into that circle, I really don't know how we will go in the future."

In fact, He Yi was inside alone, and he already felt the crisis?

"Tan Wenyu," Feng Yun said, "If you really love him, you have to fly higher than him. Only by standing in the leading position can you protect your love."

Qin Wenyu was stunned.

"You are just a fan of the authorities," Feng Yun smiled: "The chances of a person encountering a chance to change their destiny in their lifetime are very small. Once they miss it, they may be hard to find for life. However, most people cannot grasp it because of hesitation and fear, so Most people will be vulgar all their lives. Now that you have an opportunity, why are you hesitating? Are you afraid of risks? Are you afraid that your relationship will be threatened by new threats? But any opportunity is accompanied by risks. If you don’t have the spirit of adventure, once you miss it, Then you will live your whole life in the vortex you have been entangled in."

He stood up: "Try to take the initiative."

Tan Wenyu signed the contract and fell into the devilish training and study.

He handed over the relatively high-end resources in his hands to Ning An, and the rest to another partner.

Tian Xiaoci doesn't know what he's been up to lately, he rarely sees him, and most of his work has been turned down.

Ning An's hand-painted works piled up more and more, and the fabrics and clothing styles on the mannequin were also changing.

MoodBoard is full of his sources of inspiration, a color, a building, even a profile of a person, an expression...

SOSO has become a place where they occasionally meet and relax.

The accident happened on a very ordinary night, SOSO, as usual, the nightlife just came to an end.

It was the time when they got together that day, Chu Yayan was there, she made an appointment with Li Yuanshu, but Li Yuanshu was busy and hadn't come yet.

She sat next to Ning An and chatted and drank with them.

Because of their arrival, Feng Yun came down early and explained something to the supervisor on the other side of the stage.

While chatting happily, a young man entered the door.

Chu Yayan's face changed when she saw him, and before she even had time to speak, she got up and ran after him.

The two faced each other, suppressed and quarreled for a few words, the young man pushed Chu Yayan away, and walked directly towards Feng Yun.

Ning An went to support Chu Yayan, Chu Yayan's anxious lips trembled: "Chu Qin, how dare you!"

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