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

In the flickering lights and shadows, the smile on Ning An's face seemed to be covered with a thin layer of veil.

Between the light, shadow and tranquility of the years, it is coated with a gentle and quiet soft light.

The occasional sound of speeding cars and wind outside the car window became distant, like a touch of embellishment.

Dotted with this small private space.

Secret, quiet and warm, like being frozen in the long river of time, leaving only a beautiful silhouette.

Feng Yun's cheeks were half covered in the darkness.

Light and shadow formed a three-dimensional and deep outline on that face, leaving only a pair of surprisingly bright eyes.

It seems that there is starlight reflected in it, and people can't help but want to look more carefully and clearly.

Those bright eyes stared at Ning An for a moment, and finally raised his hand, the hand holding the cigarette, slowly stretched out towards Ning An's face.

Just as the wrist rose and fell, a long piece of soot fell tremblingly as if it couldn't bear its own weight.

The real and cruel scarlet sparks inside were exposed.

The frozen world suddenly moved.

Ning An pulled out the wrist that was held by Feng Yun, stretched out his hand to pinch the cigarette butt in his hand, and said with a smile, "It's going to be hot."

The cigarette had been burned out, but Feng Yun didn't notice it at all.

He sat upright, and pressed Feng Yun's cigarette butt into the ashtray together with his cigarette that he had only smoked a few times.

Seemingly intentional or unintentional, he casually hooked the cigarette case that Feng Yun put on the console into the palm of his hand.

The cigarette case is divided into two parts, yellow and white, with two lines of characters printed on the white part.

Ning An lowered his eyes and looked at it seriously for a long while, then said softly, "Smoking is harmful to your health."

Feng Yun laughed, with a shallow smile: "What do you want to say?"

Ning An rubbed the cigarette case in his hand: "After Lao Luo's accident, your addiction to cigarettes has become stronger."

Feng Yun started the car in silence, Ning An turned to look at him: "How is the game company doing now?"

"Lao Luo has supported half the sky of the game company by himself. The most important thing now is to find someone who can replace him technically. The rest can only be done slowly." Feng Yun hooked the corners of his lips: "I am currently working on Contact Sun Xiang, the technical director of T.GAME, if there is no accident, he should come over in a month."

"T. GAME?"

"Yes, T.GAME," Feng Yun hooked the corners of his lips, smiling coldly: "We should give them a little surprise, too."

In fact, Ning An didn't know much about games.

He usually has little time to play games, and only occasionally in the waiting room, he plays one or two simple games to refresh his mind.

As for game development, he didn't know much about it.

Although Feng Yun is doing this, but the two of them are at home, Feng Yun seldom talks about these things alone, after all, everyone is very busy, and the time they spend alone is actually very precious.

So he had never heard of the name Sun Xiang before.

Ning An slowly rotated the cigarette case between his slender fingers, and only looked at Feng Yun, waiting for him to say a word or two in detail.

"Sun Xiang is a very ambitious gamer. Although T.GAME is a top game company in China, it's almost done in the past few years. Most of the new games have already gained a certain popularity and popularity through the purchase of game copyrights or development from outside. Mass-based IP games, in essence, have not produced direct output in a real sense for a long time." Feng Yun snorted, with disdain in his words: "Once a person climbs to a high position, it is easy to worry about gains and losses, and be afraid Falling from the altar, T.GAME is like this, and Sun Xiang..."

Ning An understands that Sun Xiang is not only someone Feng Yun needs, but also Feng Yun's ruthless stab at T.GAME.

Ning An didn't know that there was nothing unusual about Sun Xiang.

But in the circle of game development and game design, everyone knows Sun Xiang's name.

Sun Xiang has an outstanding position in the industry, and his professional level is basically unmatched in China.

This is also doomed that Sun Xiang's departure will cause considerable damage to T.GAME.

It was the first time that Ning An saw Feng Yun's cruelty in the face of his opponents. He was never a person who was led by the nose.

Those who can control him and hurt him are just because he loves them, trusts them, and exposes his softest part to them.

Feng Yun took the cigarette case away from Ning An's hand, and with a smile on his face, he responded to his initial words: "I will smoke less from now on."

The feeling of being in charge and caring is reassuring and comforting, which is completely different from the kind of compulsive control.

He turned the car, and the lights on the street corner were warm and warm, entering the car for a moment, which made people feel very happy.

He smiled relaxedly: "What about you? Don't you smoke yourself?"

Ning An also laughed, he knew, how could Feng Yun let him go so easily?

"Smoking is normal in our industry. When we are busy, we keep spinning. There is a time every year when we don't sleep for 24 hours. We have to rely on something to stimulate our energy. Cigarettes and coffee are used to renew our lives."

Feng Yun remained silent and did not speak, Ning An raised his eyebrows, like him, and said, "Then I will smoke less from now on."

It was only then that Feng Yun couldn't help showing a smile, but his lips were pursed, as if he was a little awkward but also a little satisfied.

On the day of the Lantern Festival, Songqiu Company released the tidbits of the photo album through the Weibo public account.

What appeared in the video was Ning An's silhouette.

He lowered his head, and from the angle of the camera, he could only see the graceful arc of his slender neck, and could not see his face clearly.

Subsequent shots focused on his hands.

The hands with well-proportioned joints are extremely flexible, and the ten fingers are delicate and slender, moving as if they are dancing.

There was a simple paper clip between his fingers. He used the very small round earrings on his earlobe and matched them with the necklace around his neck to temporarily make a brooch with tassels hanging down, which was beautiful and elegant.

Then use necklaces and diamonds to create intricate chain rings.

His fingers are dexterous and his mind is very transparent. This video is like a small tutorial, which has attracted the attention of many girls.

At the end of the video, the cameraman outside the camera smiled and praised Ning An: "Can you share how you cultivated such skillful hands?"

Ning An raised his head that had been slightly drooping.

He smiled mischievously at the camera, revealing two very sweet dimples: "Those who want to be designers usually have a pair of skillful hands."

A half-joking remark concealed the blood, sweat and hard work behind it, and only made people feel relaxed and happy.

He didn't want to show his face at first, after all, he was acting as a hand model, so it was enough to just show his hands.

But when the photographer talked to him, out of respect for others, he habitually looked directly at the photographer and answered.

His playfulness at that moment was faithfully recorded by the camera.

Although there was only such a short sentence, about two or three seconds, he was still recognized.

Everyone below exclaimed: "Wow, it's that mermaid."

In fact, even he himself didn't know that he had a group of fans.

Countless people left comments on Weibo.

The coldness and nobility of the mermaid is in great contrast to Ning An's sweet smile in daily life.

Let him bring a little mystery in people's hearts.

Feng Yun also watched that video.

When he saw the long row of words "husband" in the comments below, he wished he could lock Ning An up and never leave the house.

But at this moment, Ning An didn't notice any of his little emotions.

He was frowning and tearing the work that had failed fifteen times in a row from the stage.

He lowered his eyes for a long time in disappointment, and finally he raised the scissors.

The black and white fabric quickly turned into stacks of fine strips, falling between fingers.

Frustrated, he tossed the scissors onto the console and looked again at his MoodBoard.

In fact, he has already mastered all of the above, and that is the feeling he wants.

But once projected onto the work, he couldn't perfectly express what he wanted.

The days go by and everyone is very busy.

The change of roles, the rush of new things, too much professional knowledge needs to be relearned...

Everything takes a lot of energy and time.

And Feng Yun also contacted Song Qiu through Ning'an, hoping that the people in charge of both parties could meet once to see if they could reach a cooperation.

The senior management of Song Qiu Company immediately arranged a time to visit Feng Yun in Chuhe.

Although there are many things and concepts that do not necessarily match, the intention of cooperation between the two parties is very strong.

This is also the first time that Chu He has sought external partners for jewelry and accessories after more than ten years of cooperation with Lai.

As winter slowly passed, spring hastily opened a corner of the curtain.

After the Spring Festival, the publicity and distribution departments of each brand have already started the preparations for the spring brand fashion week.

From the theme of the show, the idea, the core to the details, it was determined and overturned bit by bit, and after countless repetitions, the plan was finalized, until the model was selected and the stage was arranged...

In the end, all these hard work and efforts will be shown through a short show.

The hard work and hard work of countless people for months will be concentrated in that short show.

But the fashion elements in this show are defined by designers, promoted by various media in different ways, and finally expressed to the audience by models through their own understanding.

Every link is closely linked, and the status of each person can even directly determine the success of a show.

A successful show can attract a large number of buyers and partners through the performance of the models in the show itself.

After the promotion and promotion of this show in the later period, it will become a side point of this season's publicity and marketing.

And then drive the new season's fashion hotspots, these seemingly nihilistic things, and product sales performance, which are real, real money.

As a model, as long as the professional knowledge is strong enough, it is enough to be able to express the ideas conveyed by the clothes.

No one pays special attention to whether you are taking a cross step or a single step.

But as a designer, one must not only be able to understand and capture trends, but also be able to control them.

The most high-end designers, such as Wang Rong, are those who can lead the trend and control the direction of the trend.

With these qualities and abilities, working hard to practice basic skills is only the most basic aspect.

In addition, we need to travel more, see more and learn more, and seek inspirations that are different but most accessible to people's hearts in the subtle and ordinary life.

Ning An gradually started to turn down some shows, and sat under the catwalk as an audience.

He started to capture fashion with a new perspective, and tried to capture fashion with a new identity.

In addition, more importantly, he hopes to find a way to express his heart correctly.

He still has a long way to go, but in terms of time, he is getting more and more tense.

Because Wang Rong's show is about to start.

The author has something to say: Today’s chapter is very late, and I happened to have something to go out. I thought it was too late, but I managed to catch up.

But I didn't have time to refine it. I'll fix it later, and it won't affect the viewing.

After the National Day holiday, maybe everyone has entered a busy state, and there are a lot fewer comments.

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