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

Feng Yun put his arms around Ning An's shoulders and pressed his head into his own shoulder socket, even so, he still felt that it was not enough.

He bent down and hooked his leg, regardless of his struggle, and hugged him forcefully to his lap.

Ning An anxiously called him: "Feng Yun!"

But he didn't care, and firmly embedded his whole body in his arms.

Then he shook off his coat, enveloping the two of them, only revealing Ning An's small face.

For a moment, Ning An was submerged in the faint citrus fragrance.

The smell is so familiar and so reassuring.

That's what he's used to.

Feng Yun's cashmere coat was in front of him, and his strong and broad chest was behind him. Feng Yun's heart beat firmly and powerfully, shaking Ning An's back.

He was completely surrounded by the warmth he gave.

Feng Yun hugged him so tightly that he couldn't move at all, only vaguely felt his forehead pressed against the back of his head.

Feng Yun's voice was very deep and depressing, making it difficult to tell whether it was heartbreak or intoxication: "Don't move, I'll warm you up."

Ning An didn't move, and fell into his arms obediently.

No one can refuse the feeling of being cherished by others, even Ning An is the same.

He also wants to indulge once in a while, and to be cherished once in a while.

Feng Yun's nose was buried in Ning An's black hair, and there was a faint fragrance from Ning An's hair, which was not the smell of their shampoo.

He closed his eyes, a little bit of enduring pain, and gently painted his silky and soft hair with his lips.

A numb itching, from the lips to the bottom of the heart.

"Don't do it." The three words surged from the bottom of my heart to my throat, and then spread from my throat to the tip of my tongue, about to burst out.

But in the end he swallowed them back from the tip of his tongue bitterly, without saying a word.

Everyone has his own persistence, and he hopes to be respected for his persistence, so Ning An is the same.

All he needs is his support, the best he can give him, and only his own support for him.

Feng Yun silently rubbed Ning An's hair.

Only by holding him tightly in his arms like this can he feel that his usually straight and powerful body is actually so thin.

He tightened his grip, and he was only small in his arms. I really don't know where his endless strength came from?

"My sister-in-law called today, and Lao Luo woke up once, although it was very short and his consciousness was very vague," he whispered in his ear: "But he still woke up, even the doctor said it was a miracle."

"Really?" The news made people feel pleasantly surprised and moved. Ning An wanted to turn his head away, but Feng Yun held him tightly, unable to move. He said, "Look, everything will be fine."

Feng Yun's breath sprayed against his ears, it was hot and gentle.

But his thigh muscles are extremely tight, even through two layers of clothing, people can feel the heat and strength of his legs, which is aggressive.

This made Ning An feel a little flustered: "I'm not cold anymore, Feng Yun."

Feng Yun didn't speak, but just stretched out his hand to hold his hand, brushed his earballs with his warm lips, and said for a while: "It's still cold, no matter how warm it is."

Such an atmosphere made Ning An's heart beat a little faster.

This is the feeling of being held in the palm of your hand and lovingly cared for.

No matter what the reason was for Feng Yun, but for Ning An himself, it should be accepted as soon as it is good.

After all, this kind of feeling is too easy to be obsessed with and addictive. Once addicted to it, it is easy to be hurt.

Ning An was very clear in his heart, everything he and Feng Yun had experienced since they met until now, was engraved in his heart.

From his dislike of him at the beginning, to later, when he transferred his grandmother's feelings to him, he knew everything clearly.

So he has been reminding himself that he must grasp the degree of getting along with each other.

One should always be self-aware, he thought.

Especially Feng Yun's current status is not what it used to be, even if others don't say anything, he still has a reason in his heart.

Just when she was about to ask him to let go again, Feng Yun's phone rang.

The phone was placed on the console, and Ning An saw Chu Yunhe's name flashing on the screen.

He struggled and reminded him: "Feng Yun, call."

Feng Yun still buried her head in his neck, didn't even lift it up, just said sleepily, "I don't want to pick it up."

Ning An was a little helpless and amused, he tried to stretch his arms hard, grabbed the phone over Kankan, and handed it back to him.

"Hello," Feng Yun's forehead was still resting on the back of Ning An's head, the distance between the two was extremely close, and the voice from the phone came to Ning An's ears clearly: "When are you coming?"

"Today can't pass." Feng Yun was silent for a moment: "There is something temporary."

There was silence in the receiver, Feng Yun waited for a while, but the other party neither spoke nor hung up.

"I'm sorry, I should have explained to you in advance," Feng Yun apologized seriously: "Is it okay to go tomorrow?"

Perhaps it was because he had never been so gentle with him before, and the voice over there also softened: "I'll go and help you if I have something to do, and I didn't say that I forced you to come today."

Putting down the phone, Ning An also got out of his arms, and sat in the co-pilot to fasten his seat belt. He asked suspiciously, "Didn't you say you're going today? Why aren't you going?"

"Take you home, don't bother." Feng Yun started the car: "I'll make you a bowl of ginger soup to drive away the cold."

Ning An didn't speak, he turned his face to the outside of the car, watching the street lights receding quickly, the traffic in the suburbs was smooth, and the traffic in the suburbs became more and more congested.

"Feng Yun," he considered, "I'm not a child anymore, I know what I'm doing."

Feng Yun glanced at him with a very strong attitude: "I also know what I'm doing."

Ning An was silent. He knew that Feng Yun had lost the most important people in his life, and he himself had lost those most important people in his life in disguise.

So he understands his feeling of fear of losing.

Although he never inquired about it in detail, Feng Yun never deliberately said it in detail.

But from what Feng Yun said in the past, he knew that in the last few years of Feng Yun's grandmother's life, Feng Yun took care of her hand in hand.

That was his heart to keep her.

And now, he's doing the same to himself.

He saw a misplaced feeling in Feng Yun, which was a kind of sustenance.

And the strength and depression he showed also made him feel the pressure.

He couldn't bear to poke him, so he fell silent.

Let him order, he thought comfortingly.

After arriving home, Ning An was thrown directly on the bed, and Feng Yun turned around to make ginger soup.

Ning An changed into her pajamas, and curled up under the blanket obediently.

He lay on the bed, looking at his tools, his hands were itchy, but he didn't dare to move.

In desperation, he lit a cigarette and was troubled by himself amidst the smoke.

Feng Yun boiled the ginger soup, and he called someone to send a pot of mutton to him.

Then he went into Ning An's room with his notebook in his arms.

Ning An huddled under the quilt, only her round head and a snow-white arm were exposed.

The black hair was curled up in a pinch, very playful and cute, and a half-lit cigarette was held between the slender fingers at the end of the arm.

Feng Yun's suit, coat, tie and watch were all removed.

At this moment, the sleeves of the shirt were rolled up to the elbow, revealing a muscular forearm with beautiful lines.

He looked at Ning An's snow-white arm exposed outside, and was silent for a moment, then put down the notebook casually, reached out to smoke the cigarette between his fingers, and then pressed his arm into the bed.

Ning An: "..."

Ning An's desk and workbench are full of things, and the room has already been arranged to be full by him.

Feng Yun glanced at it, then pushed Ning An to the inside of the bed, and got on the bed by lifting his legs while holding the notebook.

Ning An was unwilling: "What are you doing? Go back to your own room."

Feng Yun glanced at him coldly, and patted his butt through the quilt: "Give me some space, or I'll have to get into your bed too."

Ning An: "..."

Ning An glared at him with puffed cheeks, and Feng Yun looked back at him without giving in.

In the end, Ning An was defeated, biting his lip unwillingly and moving in.

The room was surprisingly quiet, Ning An was wrapped in a quilt lying on his stomach, Feng Yun was leaning on the bed and looking at the laptop seriously, occasionally there would be the sound of clattering keyboards.

Such a quiet environment is especially suitable for sleeping, and Ning An felt a little sleepy when she lay on her stomach.

He didn't know how long it had passed, but he felt the corners of his mouth cool down, and opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Feng Yun's smiling eyes close at hand.

He shook his shiny thumb towards his eyes, and asked with a smile, "You're still drooling at such a big age?"

Ning An shrank back under the blanket in embarrassment.

Feng Yun's pleasant low laughter came from above his head: "Don't sleep yet, sit up and eat something, or you will feel uncomfortable in your stomach after drinking ginger soup."

The mutton stew has been delivered, it is fresh and fragrant, and it is soft and rotten with yam carrots and red dates.

Feng Yun held a spoonful of soup and fed it to his lips, there was not even a trace of oil in the soup.

Ning An opened his mouth to drink, then took the bowl and spoon over, and ate half of the bowl by himself.

Afterwards, Feng Yun brought over the cold ginger soup that was just not burning his mouth, stared at Ning An and drank it without blinking, and felt relieved when he saw that he was sweating from being buried under the quilt.

When Ning An got out of the quilt with a wet and red face, Feng Yun immediately handed him a glass of warm water, and thoughtfully prepared clean pajamas for him.

Ning An took the water and drank it slowly.

Feng Yun looked down at him, Ning An's cheeks and lips were moist red, wet black hair stuck to his forehead, his face looked small and tender.

He stretched out his hand to press back his wet forehead, and gently kneaded his soft earlobe with his fingers.

Ning An didn't pay attention to his small movements, he was thinking about something.

After drinking a glass of water, he thanked him softly.

In the end, he couldn't hold back, and he asked, "Did you take care of grandma like this before?"

"You've saved a lot of trouble." Feng Yun's fingers paused, as if caught in a distant memory.

Ning An looked at him sideways, thinking of the hidden bitterness behind that smile in his mind during the filming.

He took his hand: "Actually, sometimes I can understand your feelings."

"You don't understand," Feng Yun held his hand back: "You don't understand the pain of seeing someone closest to you suffer from a serious illness, but you can't replace it with your own body. If I can, I'd like to replace her. of."

Ning An was shocked by the pain in his words, and he regretted starting this topic.

"Ning'an," Feng Yun called him, his brows became tighter and tighter: "Take care of yourself, I can't..."

What can't be done?He didn't say.

His words stopped abruptly, he pursed his lips and closed his eyes, and then let go of Ning An's hand.

Ning An completed the second half of the sentence for him from the bottom of his heart: "I can't lose you like I lost my grandma."

Ning An smiled and comforted him: "I'm fine, don't worry."

Feng Yun took a deep look at him, stretched out his hand to touch the damp pajamas on his body, and handed him the new pajamas: "Change into a clean one."

Ning An took it and waited for him to leave, but after a long while he didn't move.

She couldn't help but raised her head, and met the eyes he was looking at her seriously and intently.

"No." Ning An pinched her pajamas, a little cautiously: "Aren't you going out?"

Feng Yun frowned suspiciously: "They're all men, what are you afraid of? Don't I have what you have?"

Ning An opened his mouth, his head ached from his unreasonable reasoning, he got under the quilt, nestled inside to change his clothes.

Feng Yun watched the quilt on the bed bulge into a big bag, and that bag was still moving.

It was a funny scene, but he felt a faint heat in his eyes.

He clearly knew that he couldn't lose him, and he held his heart.

But he was also afraid that he would not be able to control his strong desire to control, that he would destroy him.

He suppressed his feelings, took a step forward, and gently pressed a kiss on the place where Ning An's head should be.

A secret and obscure kiss that no one knows except himself.

The Chu family's compound is very deep, and several small buildings are scattered among them. Chu Yunhe, Liu Qing and Chu Yayan lived in the middle building.

As soon as Feng Yun's car arrived at the door, the door opened automatically, and a middle-aged man with the appearance of a housekeeper respectfully greeted him inside, guiding him to park the car in the parking lot outside the west building.

That man obviously knew Feng Yun's identity, and he was very polite and respectful to both Feng Yun and Ning An.

It's been a few years since Feng Yun stepped into the Chu family's door for the first time. Before, he even tried to avoid passing by here.

He took Ning An's hand and walked into the lobby of the main building. Everyone in the hall stood up except Chu Yunhe.

Among them were Liu Qing, Chu Yayan, Chu Qin, and an older middle-aged couple who should be Chu Qin's father and mother.

Chu Yayan ran over first, and she took Feng Yun's other arm: "Feng Yun, brother Ning."

Liu Qing smiled and scolded her: "I will call you brother from now on."

Feng Yun greeted with a smile: "Uncle Chu, Aunt Liu."

This was an agreement between him and Chu Yunhe. If he didn't want to, Chu Yunhe couldn't force him to change his mind.

Then he met Chu Qin's eyes that couldn't hide his hatred, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly, and he said, "Mr. Chu, I'm very glad to meet you again under such circumstances."

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