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

Ning An was silent for a moment, as if thinking.

He has it too, it's his family, and he wants to be with them all the time.

Occasionally in a dream, he was lucky enough to return to that home again, enjoying a moment of warmth, but when he opened his eyes again, everything was empty.

Even though he loved them very much before, but now he still regrets why he couldn't do better at the beginning?

Such feelings and happiness were originally thought to be long-lasting, plain and distant, but now I realize that they are so strong, and they feel even more precious after they are lost.

After a while, he smiled bitterly, with a melancholy tone: "Not everyone is as lucky as Teacher Wang Rong."

Feng Yun frowned slightly.

Not without loss, but fortunately, lost because of nothing, and fortunately because he has not.

Ning An made a bowl of tomato and egg noodles for Feng Yun.

Tomatoes are fried into a sauce, bright in color, mellow and sweet in taste.

The thin noodles with clear roots are soaked in the red soup, sprinkled with finely chopped green onions, and there is a crystal clear poached egg on top.

Feng Yun had already taken off his suit and tie. At this moment, with a laptop on his lap, he was sitting on the sofa intently typing on the keyboard.

Ning An put the bowl on the dining table, went to the entrance to get his bag and prepared to go back to his room.

Feng Yun raised his eyes: "Don't leave yet, I have something to discuss with you."

Ning An stopped and followed him to the dining table to sit down.

Feng Yun picked up the poached egg and blew it lightly, then brought it to Ning An's lips, and gently poked his lips with the egg: "Take a bite?"

Ning An shook his head while dodging with a smile: "You eat yours, I'm full."

Feng Yun withdrew his chopsticks resentfully, and bit the little egg white that had poked Ning An's lips into his mouth.

The smile on the corners of his lips gradually revealed, he could hardly hold it back, and the tips of his ears were inexplicably stained with a blush, he couldn't help but look up at Ning An.

Ning An was lowering his head and unzipping his backpack to take out his things.

Needlework, buttons of all colors, lace, rivets, beads...

They are all different, and they are sorted and stored in different plastic bags and small boxes.

In the end, he pulled out a bag, which contained several tomatoes of different sizes, each uglier than the other.

Feng Yun: "..., what is this?"

Ning An: "When I was going to the World Trade Center, I took a nearby path, and I met an old man who was selling vegetables in such a cold day against the strong wind, and there were only a few persimmons left, so I bought them. Let people go home sooner."

"You just run around with them on your back like this?" Feng Yun looked up at him while eating noodles.

His mouth was full of ridicule, but his heart was full of tenderness.

Ning An is always like this, looking cold, but gentle and kind to others.

But he is kind and not weak, and he dares to carry and fight when things happen, and he is full of resilience, which is very rare.

He thought he was so cute, but couldn't help being a little funny: "Aren't you tired? And he's so ugly."

"It's fine as long as it's delicious." Ning An glared at him. :"Do not laugh."

"Aren't you afraid that Song Qiu will laugh at you?" Feng Yun raised his eyebrows.

"I didn't let her see it." Ning An concentrated on counting the things on the table and answered casually.

"Then what did I see? Aren't you afraid I'll laugh at you?"

"What does it matter if you see it?" Ning An pushed the tomato in front of him: "You want to eat it anyway."

"Tsk." Feng Yun was a little disappointed.

According to scientific surveys, animals like to show their most beautiful side in front of the opposite sex they like, including courtship.

For example, peacocks, they will attract the opposite sex by opening their tails.

Or show off your excellent hunting and fighting abilities, such as male lions, which belong to this category.

But Ning An didn't care about his image in front of him at all, and even lost face at all.

Although buying tomatoes is hoarding food, but...tomatoes are still so ugly.

Feng Yun became listless, he lowered his eyes and took a sip of soup from the bowl.

Seeing that Ning An had poured out all kinds of rivets and was slowly fiddling with them on the table, he couldn't help but ask him, "Have you bought everything yet?"

"Most of them are all in order, but some of the beads that are rarely used in daily life are not very suitable. Occasionally, some of them are of the right size and the color is not correct." Ning An didn't look up, and fiddled with the things in his hand seriously: "Song Qiu said she would go back and find some suitable ones for me to send over.”

It was Song Qiu again.

"Is Song Qiu married?" Feng Yun asked casually, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Ning An's fingers fiddled with things paused, he raised his head, leaned forward, looked into Feng Yun's eyes, and suddenly realized: "No wonder you always inquire about Song Qiu, are you interested in him?"

"You should have said it earlier," Ning An laughed, "Let me introduce you."

Feng Yun: ...

"Hey, don't say it," Ning'an brothers smiled and pushed his shoulders: "You two are really suitable, one has a straightforward personality, and the other relies on guesswork to complement each other."

"What are you talking about?" Feng Yun became a little angry, and his expression became very serious.

"Look," Ning An leaned back cautiously, and added without fear of death: "I get angry every now and then, and my thoughts are deeper than the sea."

Feng Yun was about to be laughed at by him, he was a little tasteless, so he stood up and prepared to go to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Ning An pushed the tomato towards him again: "Take this to the kitchen."

Feng Yun pursed her lips and stared at the little hair on Ning An's head for a few seconds, and finally obediently took the tomatoes into the kitchen.

When he came out after washing the dishes, Ning An had already entered his room, leaving only the door half open.

Only then did Feng Yun realize that he hadn't said anything serious.

He went over and knocked on the door, and Ning An was lying on the workbench, measuring something with fabric, with a pen in his mouth.

When he heard the movement, he turned his head, raised one brow, and his eyes were full of doubts.

"Forgot to talk about the business." Feng Yun leaned against the door frame and looked at him. Under the light, his black hair had a circle of soft luster, which looked easy to knead: "Are you free tomorrow?"

Ning An stopped what he was doing, took the pen from between his lips and teeth, looked at him and asked, "What's the matter, is there something wrong?"

Feng Yun looked down at the pen between his fingers, there was a trace of wetness, his throat tightened, and he paused for a while before saying: "Go to Chu Yunhe's house for dinner tomorrow, if it's convenient, we'd better go there together, if you If you have other things to do, just do your own thing, and it doesn’t matter if I go by myself.”

"Tomorrow, I'm going to take a magazine photo shoot for makeup, and it's the morning schedule. But if the photo shoot is not good, it may not be time to call it a day," Ning An said, "I'll check the time, and I'll accompany you when I can."

Although the shooting conditions were as difficult this time, it was much better than last time. Except for some outdoor photos, most of them were done indoors.

Although you still have to take off your clothes, at least you don't have to go into the water like last time.

Probably because of the good results last time, the brand staff's attitude towards Ning'an is also much better this time.

What Ning An didn't know was that after the sales boom brought by TVC last time, the brand agreed that it was worth using him.

The appearance fee is not even a fraction of that of the [-]th-line male stars, and they are more dedicated than them, they have no airs, and they don't play big names.

No matter how bitter and tired, I never said a single complaint.

Very useful.

In fact, even this shooting was temporarily arranged by the brand.

Originally, the two parties had finalized the shooting of a follow-up micro-movie, but due to the schedule of the endorsement actress Shang Yan, the shooting date was set in two months.

Others can wait, but brands can't. The TVC was so popular last time, they don't want to waste it.

The main purpose of this magazine shoot is to strike while the iron is hot, and take advantage of the previous wave of popularity to set off another wave and consolidate the brand's popularity.

The first ones were outdoor photos.

Ning An was wearing a light blue denim jacket, with his hands in his pockets, one foot kicking back on the car body, leaning back against a Hummer.

He raised his head slightly, his hair was disheveled by the strong wind, and the sun shone in the corners of his eyes, which were bright red.

There was a wicked smile on the corner of his lips, he was youthful, sunny, flamboyant and unruly.

That bad smile was taken many times, but the photographer was not satisfied.

After all, Ning An is a model, not an actor.

Most of his smiles are more ordinary, either too sweet or too obedient, sometimes although it is cold, it is different from the feeling that the photographer wants to express.

It is difficult for him to express the aggressive wildness and badness.

Finally, the photographer came up with a way to ask him to see how the stars deal with this kind of smile, as long as the imitation is in place.

Ning An was enlightened suddenly, why bother to see the stars?Wouldn't Feng Yun know how to laugh like this?

He sat in a corner, closed his eyes and slowly recalled, recalling the smile that Feng Yun occasionally brought to one side of his lips, it was really bad and wild.

Feng Yun's face flashed before his eyes again and again, indifferent, indifferent, careless, occasionally childish...

It wasn't until that smile appeared that Ning An realized that Feng Yun had so many faces.

He stared intently at that smile in the dark, it was considered as the first time he looked at Feng Yun so seriously.

It was different from what I felt in the past, there was a hint of bitterness in the depths of that seemingly chic smile.

His heart tightened inexplicably, and Ning An couldn't help but sighed softly.

This sigh amused the staff next to him, thinking he was worried.

"It's okay, you're great. Since our TVC came out, other brands have also set off a wave of looking for male celebrities to endorse their makeup," the little girl secretly comforted him: "It's a pity that they are all imitators, and the effect is not good."

Ning An knew that she had misunderstood, so he smiled at her and thanked her without explaining anything.

It was probably due to Feng Yun, that smile seemed to be engraved in Ning An's heart, and he shot it again, and he passed it quickly.

Then came the booth for makeup.

As required, Ning An took off her clothes neatly, leaving only a pair of flesh-colored underwear provided by the brand.

A makeup artist swipes liquid paint over his body and face with a brush.

The arms and waistline are outlined with fleshy pink long lines, highlighting his slender figure.

The chest is covered with flesh-pink paint, and red, yellow, and blue powders are smeared wantonly on the snow-white skin.

There are sporadic light blue and light pink lines on the thighs and face, coupled with his soft eyes and snow-white skin, it makes him look extremely gentle.

Ning An's naked body was covered with cold and viscous liquid paint, and he lowered his head and quietly waited for the paint to dry completely.

Although it is indoors, it is winter after all.

For fear of the paint being worn away, there is nothing on his body to cover it.

The coolness invaded little by little, and in the end he still trembled uncontrollably.

His frozen blue lips were different from the last time's bright red. This time, he was covered with soft pink lipstick, which was brighter than the powder of the paint, making him look peaceful and gentle.

He was arranged to lie on the sofa, with his slender legs raised, and he stepped on the wall leisurely, with his waist and buttocks supported on the sofa, and his head resting on the ground.

Photographers love to photograph his face, especially those eyes, followed by his thighs and waistline.

In the camera, he is like a work of art, he looks quiet, sexy, but very gentle, and even reveals a warmth that does not match reality.

This kind of filming was carried out many times. In the end, the sadness was more than cold. The long-term inverted position made his head congested. When he got up, he felt dizzy and dizzy.

The last group was carried out in the Humvee outside, with the door open, and the cold wind whizzing by. He was lying on his side in the compartment, raised his eyes slightly, and looked out of the car with a faint gaze, which was very cold, like a hallway The passing wind is general and cannot be retained.

The paint on his body has not changed, but the feeling is completely different.

Three sets of photos, three flavors.

After filming, it was past five o'clock in the afternoon, and he took a shower in the makeshift bathroom.

Fortunately, there was still hot water. He leaned against the wall with his eyes closed and shivered for a long time under the washing of the hot water, before he managed to calm his body down.

After he came out, he asked the staff to put a warm baby on him, and then turned the phone out with the hot water bottle in his arms.

There are a lot of unread messages and a few missed calls on the phone.

One of them was from Feng Yun, Ning An looked at the time, it was almost six o'clock, the studio where he was filming was in the suburbs, and he didn't know what time it was when he went back.

He turned back and put his voice calmly: "I just finished work, so I may not be able to accompany you there."

"I'm already here, please send me the specific address." Feng Yun's voice came over, and the surrounding area was very quiet: "You didn't answer the call just now, I just found a parking lot and waited."

Feng Yun's car arrived soon, and Ning An got into the car after saying goodbye to the staff.

Feng Yun habitually reached out to touch Ning An's hand, which was cold.

He reached into his overcoat and touched the back of his shoulder, a coolness permeated his palm.

His hand went down his back to the back of his waist, and touched two pieces of warm baby.

Feng Yun's big hands were dry and hot, even through the clothes, Ning An felt warm and at ease.

He wasn't wearing a seat belt, so he couldn't help leaning against him: "Feng Yun, you're really powerful and warm."

Feng Yun pursed his lips and lowered his eyes, he didn't say anything or ask anything.

He can guess how he took the picture, and he can also guess how he lived his day.

His heart seemed to be crushed by a huge boulder, and even the beating frequency was reduced, making him feel suffocated.

He put his arms around his shoulders and hugged him into his arms: "Come here, I'll warm you up."

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