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

Ning An buried his head in Feng Yun's arms, lowered his head, unscrewed the thermos, and took a few sips of it: "It's almost there."

He tried his best to control his tone, so that the sound he made was a little tight, but he still couldn't hide the trembling.

He glanced at the director: "If there are no reshoots, we can call it a day."

Feng Yun didn't speak any more, and silently wrapped him in his own clothes, warming him with his own body temperature.

Ning An tried his best to control his trembling body, which made his back so painful that it seemed to be broken.

Looking at Feng Yun's serious and pale face, he couldn't help raising his hand to touch it: "Why are you here? Didn't he say that you are not allowed to come?"

As if a piece of ice was reflected on his cheek, Feng Yun was slightly shivered by the ice, but when he moved his palm away, he chased after him reluctantly.

He pressed his palm to his cheek, trying to warm him up a bit.

It was also like wanting to feel the biting cold with him.

Ning An tried to pull his hand out, but couldn't do it, so he called him in a low voice: "Feng Yun!"

In fact, his hand was numb and was pressed tightly, and the blood seemed to be poking around with tiny sharp needles, which was tingling and painful.

Feng Yun pursed her lips and did not answer, like an awkward child.

A female staff member came trotting all the way, breaking the embarrassment.

It's the makeup artist in the group, and also works as a logistics assistant.

This kind of nondescript film crew often wears several hats alone.

The staff said repeatedly: "Okay, okay."

While she was talking, she glanced at Feng Yun suspiciously, and Ning An wriggled out of Feng Yun's arms: "Have you passed?"

"It's over," the female staff member was wearing thick cotton clothes, reached out to hold Ning An's hand, and was shocked by the ice: "Go in quickly, change clothes and remove makeup, don't freeze."

Ning An glanced at Feng Yun, and was dragged into the temporary tent by the staff.

Feng Yun followed closely behind without making a sound. The inside was very simple, with no shelter at all.

The staff turned their backs and faced the simple dressing table, while Ning An turned his back to the door, and casually took off the padded clothes and put them on the back of the chair.

He was wearing nothing but a pair of swimming trunks underneath, and his pale body looked like cold jade, glowing cold white under the light.

With just one glance, Feng Yun felt his heart suffocate, and his whole body tensed up.

There were two small dimples on that slender waist, which dazzled his eyes as he bent down.

Because of the cold, the back was tense and looked full of strength.

The protruding shape of the two butterfly bones is very graceful. With his movements, it seems that two wings will be stretched out there, allowing people to fly high.

The spine pulled out a sexy dent on the back, extending straight into the waistband of the trousers. As he bent over, small and delicate vertebrae protruded from the back. They are well-proportioned and cute, and people can't help but want to touch them a touch.

This body is thin, but not weak. Because of long-term exercise, the body is covered with a thin layer of muscles, which looks flexible and strong.

The straight back is connected to the deeply concave waistline, and the legs are slender and slender, forming a beautiful silhouette under the light and shadow.

Probably because there were girls present, he bent down and pulled his trousers and put them on his legs.

Feng Yun rolled his Adam's apple, took a step forward and pressed his hand, put the padded jacket on him again, and said to the staff: "Please go out first."

The staff is a little surprised. They often accept this kind of activities. When the conditions are poor and they are in a hurry, they usually seldom shy away from anything.

But Feng Yun's eyes were very sharp, with a sense of coercion, making it easy for people not to refuse.

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded and bent over to go out.

Ning An looked up at him: "What's wrong?"

"The swimming trunks are wet," Feng Yun said, "Change into clean underwear."

"Actually, I'll just hang on for a while." Ning An didn't care too much: "I'll go home and take a shower later."

"I can't hold on," Feng Yun sullenly said, "I won't look at you, change quickly."

He turned his back and listened to him changing his clothes rustlingly.

Then I went out and called the staff to come in.

Feng Yun saw that Ning An was still shivering slightly from the cold, but stubbornly remained silent, her heart seemed to be hooked by something, it couldn't go up or down, it was terribly uncomfortable in her chest.

This reminded him of the last days when his grandmother was alive. She was obviously helpless and depressed, but she wanted to show a relaxed look in front of the old man.

That taste was too bitter, and he never wanted to taste it again for the rest of his life.

But at this moment, he tasted it again.

He asked the staff for some baby warmers, and personally pasted them on Ning An's back and lower back.

When the shirt was attached to the back of the waist, those two waist pockets suddenly flashed in front of him, causing his hands to tremble.

It was only a moment, but Ning An still felt it, and he turned to look at him: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Feng Yun lowered his head and flattened the warm baby. Although he stroked the skin through his clothes, his palm was still hot and had a fever.

Ning An held a hot water bottle in his arms, and asked the staff to remove the makeup quietly.

When drying her hair for the last time, Feng Yun took over the hair dryer: "I'll do it."

The staff thanked them, then turned around and went out to do other things.

There were only the two of them left in the tent, Feng Yun inserted his fingers into Ning An's black hair.

Ning An's hair is very thick, but soft, and it usually feels very comfortable and silky to the touch, but at this moment because the ice has not yet melted, it feels cold and stiff when touched in the palm of his hand.

Feng Yun helped him dry his hair without saying a word, softening the frozen hair and drying the wet hair thoroughly.

Ning An looked at him in the mirror: "You haven't answered me yet, why are you here?"

Feng Yun met his gaze in the mirror: "I heard that someone drowned here, so I thought it was you."

Ning An's lips parted slightly, a little surprised, and said for a while, "No way, there are so many staff here, how could they drown?"

Feng Yun didn't speak, his fingers were still in his hair, the warm and soft touch moved him.

And the fear of hearing someone drowning didn't completely recede, it still rolled vividly in his heart.

The two feelings kept colliding in his heart. He scratched his hair and rolled his Adam's apple: "Okay."

Ning An got up and picked up the bag: "I'll go say hello, let's go home."

The words "we" and "going home" are both warm, especially when they are combined.

Feng Yun smiled and nodded.

He looked at his back, lit a cigarette, and stood at the door of the tent waiting for him.

Ning An came back soon, smiled and said to him: "Go, I'm really lucky today, it went very quickly."

"Usually?" Feng Yun asked.

Ning An followed him, took out his mobile phone and read the message while answering: "Usually, not necessarily, if you are lucky, it will be very fast, if you are not lucky, it is normal that it can be done intermittently for a week."

He raised his head and smiled: "I seldom take pictures of this kind, and I also listened to other models when I was waiting."

"Is it still cold?" Feng Yun stretched out his hand and grabbed his fingers, but his hands were still cold, the coolness seemed to come from his bone marrow, radiating out strand by strand.

"It's not cold anymore," Ning An smiled, "It's much better."

Feng Yun wraps his hands around his, and doesn't let go, silently warming him with his own body temperature.

When they got into the car, Feng Yun turned on the air conditioner, and the warm air blew on his body, Ning An uncontrollably shivered again.

Feng Yun hesitated. If the game goes well, it should be put into public beta after the Spring Festival. After the official release, he wants to really protect him under his wings.

He didn't want to cut off his wings, but he couldn't watch him work so hard anymore.

Although he hasn't figured out how to balance the relationship between the two, but the desire in his heart is like fire, and a single spark can start a prairie fire.

"Ning An?" He tentatively called him.

"Huh?" Ning An didn't even lift his eyes, and nodded his head at the calculator on his phone.

Feng Yun's head grew big when he saw it, and he knew that he was counting money again. Every time the activity was completed, he would habitually count money.

At first, Feng Yun thought it was a proof of his money worship.

But now seeing his slender fingers carefully tapping on the calculator, he felt that the way he counted money was like a little hamster hoarding food, super cute and soft-hearted.

He didn't bother him, and waited quietly, wanting to test his thoughts further after he finished his calculations.

Ning An quickly finished his calculations, and he happily snapped his fingers.

Seeing his bright eyes, Feng Yun couldn't help being happy: "What's the matter, is this order earning a lot of money?"

Ning An smiled happily: "Oh, I'm so happy, I can pay off all my debts."

"It's amazing!" Feng Yun started the car calmly: "Didn't I say before that if I lack money, I still have it?"

"What's the difference?" Ning An smiled: "You have to pay back your money as well."

Feng Yun glanced at him, but didn't speak.

Ning An suddenly leaned against him: "Christmas is coming soon, I'll treat you to dinner."

Ning An's father is an executive of a foreign company, affected by the company's colleagues and working environment, their family celebrates Christmas every year with great grandeur.

"Okay." Feng Yun was a little happier, but after thinking about it, he still felt sorry for him, and wanted to save him money: "I invite you?"

"How can that be?" Ning An disagreed: "You have invited me several times, and I haven't paid rent when I live with you, of course I will."

Feng Yun's heart that had just been happy sank again, and he felt the distance and alienation between him and him from Ning An's words.

No matter how close the two are usually, in Ning An's heart, there is actually no difference between him and his ordinary friends.

He helped him, comforted him, and gave him warmth, but he treated him like a friend,

In fact, there was a thread in his heart, and he never crossed the line.

He wanted to protect him, but he clearly separated each other in his heart.

Feng Yun once again realized that emotionally, Ning An was not in step with him.

Those temptations that were originally planned are now all pressed into the deepest part of my heart, and I can't say a word.

In what capacity does he say some things, and what qualifications does he have to say them?

A chill fermented in his heart one by one, as if he was the one who went down the East Lake today, he smiled softly: "Okay."

When Ning An returned home, he went straight to the bathroom, put hot water on it, and prepared to take a bath.

Only then did Feng Yun have time to look at his phone.

There are several missed calls on the phone, one of which is Feng Ran, and two are Lao Luo.

Feng Yun dialed it to Lao Luo.The other side quickly picked up: "What did you do, kid? You didn't even see a shadow, and you didn't answer the phone?"

Before Feng Yun answered, Lao Luo crackled and said, "Your mother came to the company today."

Feng Ran also came to the company once before, Feng Yun was not particularly surprised, he asked: "Now? Are you still there?"

Lao Luo said: "No, I stayed in your office for a while, and left when you didn't come back."

Feng Yun faintly felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

He spends there almost every day, but Feng Ran came here when he was out today.

Too much of a coincidence.

He rubbed the space between his brows, leaned himself back on the sofa, and wanted to think about it carefully.

The room was very quiet, occasionally there was a little sound of water in the bathroom, for some reason, he no longer had the heart to think about Feng Ran.

The sound of the water occupied all his attention, amplified a little by his ears.

He thought of the back view of Ning An who took off his padded jacket and threw it on the stool, only wearing swimming trunks.

Her skin is as white as jade, her figure is flexible, slender, with broad shoulders and thin waist, especially those two small waists...

With a bang, the bathroom door opened, Feng Yun was startled, and met Ning An's eyes.

Ning An was wearing a big T-shirt that he usually used as pajamas, barely covering his thighs. He wiped his wet hair with one hand, and held the doorknob with the other: "Feng Yun, where's the hair dryer?"

Feng Yun's heart was pounding, he didn't know if it was because of being frightened or something else.

It took him a long time to speak, with a hoarse voice: "Sit down, and I'll blow it for you."

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