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

March to May is one of the two busiest times of the year in the fashion industry.

Most of the models are busy rushing to the show, day and night are reversed, and it is normal for them to not be able to rest even for a few days.

And Ning An, who was still busy rushing to the field last autumn, is at home this year.

Occasionally he will appear in the show, but most of the time not as a model, but as an audience.

Tian Xiaoci devoted himself wholeheartedly to the cruel rehearsal of "Honor and Honor".

After a short two days of recuperation, He Yi embarked on a dense road of announcements, appearing on variety shows, accepting endorsements, participating in various activities, standing for the brand, and promoting his works...

Qin Wenyu still insists on daily routine study and training, and the recording of new songs has also been put on the agenda.

Everyone was running forward, even if Ning An had enough time to relax now, he never dared to waste any time.

In these very precious time that can be arranged freely, besides reading books, calming down to draw pictures, and trying to conceive some new works, he also occasionally goes to watch some shows worth watching, and goes to the material market to buy tools and fabrics. Will take some time to go out for a walk, take a look at the scenery, buildings and people...

There are more and more photos in the mobile phone, the drawings on the desk are getting thicker and thicker, and the hoarded fabrics are always consumed very quickly...

Such a simple, relaxed and orderly life can easily inspire him, but it also makes him feel anxious.

Obviously every minute and every second is not wasted, but there is a faint sense of guilt and panic in the heart of wasting time.

The spring breeze stirred up the corners of his clothes in the early night, and Ning An stood at the bottom of Chu He's office building, waiting for Feng Yun to come down.

Feng Yun has been very busy recently, with various exhibitions, marketing directions for the new season, financial reports, investment planning...

All kinds of things are always on the desk, so that he hardly has time to even eat.

In addition, he has to go to the game company every night, so most of the time, it is already late at night when he returns home.

Ning An didn't intend to come over at first, but on the bus home from the suburbs, he accidentally fell asleep and passed the stop.

When I woke up, through the car window, I saw the huge building sign of Chuhe in the distance at first glance.

He looked at the time, it was already past six o'clock in the afternoon, past the time to get off work.

After getting off the bus at the bus stop next to Chu He, he hesitated and called Feng Yun, telling him that if he is not busy, we can have dinner together.

Feng Yun asked him to wait for him in the office for a while, but Ning An didn't want to attract attention, so he waited for him downstairs.

He used a thin willow branch to tease the goldfish stocked in the reservoir connected to the fountain.

The artificially bred fish seem to be relatively naive, chasing willow branches, opening their round fish lips, chasing and biting food unsuspectingly.

Ning An bent over and swayed the willow branches slightly, while the amusing little fish kept shaking their heads and tails.

He himself couldn't help laughing and rolled his dark eyes.

Feng Yun quickly finished processing the half-finished documents in his hand. Contrary to his usual aloof image, with a smile that he couldn't hold back, he quickly left the office.

Yang Miao couldn't help but look at him a few more times due to his abnormal state, and couldn't help but secretly wonder.

When he got off the exclusive elevator, just as the opposite elevator opened with a ding, he looked up and stopped with a smile.

Just as Wang Rong was about to get out of the elevator, he looked down at his phone, frowning slightly.

"Teacher Wang." Feng Yun called him.

Now is the busiest time for Wang Rong, and he has not been to Chuhe for a while.

It is said that they will fly to New York and Milan later, and the schedule is very tight.

Wang Rong looked up and saw him, although his expression was a little tired, but his smile was still very gentle: "Mr. Feng."

"Do you have time?" Feng Yun thought that Ning An was still outside, so he said, "Have a meal together?"

"I'm sorry," Wang Rong slowed down a little, apologetically, "I've been too busy recently, and I have to catch up with some exhibited works in the evening, so I really don't have time."

"Then which day do you have time recently?" The two said as they walked, "When you have time, I would like to introduce you to the person I mentioned last time."

"In May," Wang Rong thought for a while, "There should be a few days of free time in May."

He stopped and smiled: "If we meet, it will take more time to chat with him, so I can only wait until May when I am free."

Feng Yun nodded, the phone in his hand rang, he took a look, and Lu Zhuo's name was displayed on the screen.

He didn't answer, but first said to Wang Rong: "Okay, thank you Teacher Wang, we will make another appointment in May."

Wang Rong also nodded with a smile, motioned for him to answer the phone, and left first.

Feng Yun looked at his back and picked up the phone: "Lu Zhuo."

"Didn't you tell me to keep an eye on Chu Qin?" Lu Zhuo was probably eating, but his speech was unclear: "Recently, he has gotten very close to Chang Qing's young master, but I'm not sure what his intentions are, maybe it's just your son. Maybe we can have some fun together."

Evergreen is also an evergreen tree in the domestic fashion industry, and has always been Chuhe's strongest competitor.

The two families have competed for many years, but the other side has always been overwhelmed by Chu He.

Feng Yun frowned, feeling that Chu Qin's actions at this time were not simple, but as far as Chu Qin was concerned, he was not worried.

He thought for a while and said, "Got it, just keep an eye on him for me."

When he said this, he had already seen Ning An.

The two long eyebrows that had just been furrowed loosened the moment she saw him, and the corners of her lips could not help but smile.

Ning An was wearing a baseball cap, his black hair was tucked behind his ears, revealing a fair side face and slender neck, standing by the pool and looking down at something.

He quietly walked behind him, stood on his right side, but patted his left shoulder with his hand.

Ning An was really fooled, and turned his head to look to the left.

Feng Yun held back a smile and grabbed his collar from behind, pulling him into his arms: "Why are you so stupid, you can fall for such an old-fashioned trick?"

Ning An turned his head with a smile, and glanced around: "It's not that I'm stupid, but I didn't expect President Tang Tangfeng to be so childish."

"Forcibly hold the respect!" Feng Yun pinched his thin white ears, smiled and watched Ning An itch to hide.

He was especially happy today, and his smile was very nice. This was the first time Ning An came to see him.

Although he just happened to pass by here, even though he just came to ask him out for dinner, he was still very happy.

He always gets very little, so even if he gets a little, it is easy to feel happy

The two got into the car, Ning An always either didn't eat at night, or only had a few mouthfuls.

Feng Yun took him to drink fish soup. The fish soup was rich in nutrition, and it was low in fat and oil, so he could eat a few more mouthfuls.

There was still a traffic jam on the road, and the usual journey of more than ten minutes took half an hour.

The two of them asked for a small box and sat face to face. Feng Yun ordered food and watched Ning An poke on his phone with his head down.

"What are you busy with?" He asked, resting his chin, a little dissatisfied: "You can't concentrate every time you eat with me."

"I'm consulting Fang Jin about something." Ning An looked up at him and smiled, "No, why do you wrong people so casually?"

Feng Yun didn't like that he had a close relationship with Fang Jin. Fang Jin treated him too well, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Just as he was about to speak, Ning An's phone rang.

Ning An picked it up and asked with a smile, "Didn't you just say it's inconvenient to make a phone call?"

I don't know what was said there, Ning An listened with a smile, and then said: "I might want to go to England more."

Fang Jin probably gave some advice, and Ning An listened for a while before saying, "Thank you."

Then he said, "If necessary, please ask him to write a letter of recommendation for me."

The two talked a few more words, and Ning An didn't hang up the phone until the milky white fish soup and various side dishes were on the table.

Feng Yun's good mood dissipated in an instant.

Ning An quickly accepted the reality that he was eliminated from Wang Rongxiu. He didn't know whether it was out of some kind of anxiety or because he really wanted to open up. He began to consider more possibilities.

Even already looking at some foreign schools.

But Feng Yun didn't want him to go abroad, nor did he want to live without him.

He has been enduring it, pretending not to know, and making a ridiculous gesture of deception.

But when he talked about these openly in front of him, his heart was still churning and uncomfortable.

Ning An hung up the phone and saw that he hadn't moved his chopsticks, so he took his bowl and filled a bowl of fish soup for him: "Why don't you eat it? It smells delicious, drink it while it's hot."

"If Wang Rong doesn't accept you, won't you be able to learn clothing in China?" Feng Yun took the soup bowl in his hand and smiled slightly: "Do you have to go abroad?"

"Not necessarily, it's just a two-handed preparation." Ning An smiled: "Now that I have done my homework, if I really need to go out in the future, I don't need to cram."

But what Feng Yun wants is not "not necessarily", but "definitely not!"

He lit a cigarette irritably, he had already lost his appetite, and he couldn't even maintain the calm smile on his face.

He felt that Ning An was very cold-blooded.

He seems to be very gentle towards everything, but he knows that in fact, nothing can easily enter his heart.

Sometimes he even felt like he never belonged here.

It doesn't matter whether he goes or stays.

In fact, he thought about telling him what he had agreed with Wang Rong, but he was afraid that he would expect too much too early, and if it didn't work out, he would be hurt even more.

"I don't want you to go abroad." He pursed his lips, expressing his appeal in a childish way.

He was also wearing a suit and had his hair pulled back so he looked older and sharper than his age.

At this moment, he turned his head to the side to smoke a little angry, the profile of the side is very three-dimensional, the beautiful lips are slightly straightened because of emotional problems, and when he exhales the smoke ring, he can't help pouting like a child angry.

This huge contrast made Ning An feel amused.

"It's not that it's not a certain thing," Ning An replied seriously: "Besides, everything is very convenient now, even if you go abroad, you can also write emails, make phone calls, and video, and there are not too many things in China. Big difference."

Feng Yun was silent and didn't speak, because he was really angry.

Ning An filled a bowl of soup for herself and drank it slowly.

Feng Yun's cigarettes had long been exhausted, but he still didn't move his chopsticks.

Many times, Ning An couldn't figure out Feng Yun, so he simply didn't think about it.

He glanced at the untouched food, and silently lit a cigarette.

Looking through the small window of the box, there are a few stars hanging in the deep blue sky at this moment, which seems very far away.

"Actually, if I don't go abroad, it doesn't have any impact on you." He thought carefully for a while, and then slowly said: "Feng Yun, you are too dependent on me."

"I don't want to quarrel with you, Ning An." Feng Yun's mood seemed to calm down, and he said seriously: "It's not the first time we've had trouble over these things."

Ning An was almost laughed at by him, obviously he was the one making trouble.

"You promised me before, before I figured out some things." Feng Yun's expression was very serious, and he made a final decision: "You must stay with me, and you are not allowed to be with others. You are also not allowed to like others, and you are not allowed to leave. "

Ning An looked at him, frowned and nodded: "I haven't forgotten, so you have to think about it quickly."

After hearing this sentence, Feng Yun began to eat slowly. He always eats very slowly, with an elegant posture.

Like nothing bad happened.

But his heart was very cold, but he suppressed his negative emotions forcefully.

He knew that once Ning An left, he might never come back. Even if he would come back after graduation, he would not return to China in the past few years.

He has no money, and he will not accept his money. He only has more than 20 yuan in his account, which may not even be enough for tuition.

Moreover, the cost of clothing itself is very high, and all kinds of tools and fabrics are very expensive.

He probably needs part-time work and part-study to survive, and he will not be willing to buy a plane ticket to return to China.

And he was tripped by Chu He and the game company, so he didn't have much time to fly there.

He didn't want to take any risk of losing him, everything else could be compromised, everything could be compromised, but he left his side, no.

During Feng Yun's meal break, Ning An answered another phone call.

The other party was a very young female voice who claimed to be a staff member of "MEN" and invited him to shoot their May monthly magazine.

Those who can be on the MEN are all top international and domestic brands, and he is just a small model. Ning An doesn't quite believe the authenticity of this call.

Even the first-line magazine that Zhang Luan and He Yi published last time was far less influential than E**EN.

Even so, they could only make a background board, and that time, because of Li Yuanshu's problem, he didn't even make a background board.

So his first reaction was to meet a liar.

So I politely told the other party that I needed to think about it, and the other party probably had already anticipated this situation, leaving only the company's contact information.

Ning An hung up the phone and wanted to call Tan Wenyu to ask.

Feng Yun wiped his fingers with a wet towel, and said, "Give me the contact information, I'll ask Xia Lin Zaixun."

Lin Zaixun quickly replied that it was indeed E**EN's contact information.

The filming was scheduled for the beginning of April. The two parties made an appointment before the filming, and Ning An went to E**EN once.

In addition to measuring his personal data, he also tried a little makeup and camera sense.

He was actually very curious as to why the other party chose him, but the staff just smiled and acted very mysteriously.

Chuhe's underwear show is scheduled to be held on the afternoon of March 20, in the large exhibition hall on the first floor of Chuhe's office building.

Feng Yun watched the time and took the elevator downstairs.

There are a lot of models needed for this show, and the prices are very good, so the number of people who come to interview is also huge.

He was in the corridor, looking into the hall through the glass doors and windows.

In the interview hall, there are rows of models wearing only underwear, doing actions according to the requirements of the judges, and it is only a moment to be left or eliminated.

He only took a few glances, then walked towards the waiting hall.

Ning An's number was at the back, and through the glass, he saw that he was sitting in a corner of the waiting room, looking at his phone seriously.

He was wearing a black shirt and black earrings, which complemented his white skin.

Although he knew that he took off his clothes more than once to shoot and go to the show, but he couldn't accept it more and more. He couldn't accept that he stood there naked like that, being evaluated and selected by others.

He looked at him intently for a moment, explained a few words to the staff behind him, and then left.

Ning An was also very focused, he was using the mobile phone software to do simple drawings, so he didn't see Feng Yun who was watching him from the window.

He didn't look up until he was informed by the staff that he had been eliminated and could leave.

He was surprised and stunned, and then a little funny: "Is it a mistake, I haven't had an interview yet?"

The staff shook his head: "Sorry."

Many people looked at him, Ning An bit his lip, pulled up his backpack, and stood up.

He came out, not knowing why, standing in the corridor hesitating whether to go in and ask the judges.

You can see through the window that everyone is very busy.

He struggled to look into the window, but didn't leave.

This show is very important to him, and it is his only chance in the spring.

There were two girls discussing softly from behind: "Mr. Feng is so handsome, my God, this is the first time I've seen him."

"Why did he come to the model interview? It's still one side, what's so good about it?"

"Hush... It seems that he is dissatisfied with a certain model. When I just brought tea in, I passed by them and heard him say that there is no need for an interview to directly eliminate something."

Ning An's heart sank slowly, turning cold little by little.

It's Feng Yun, the person he thought he could hand over his back to?

Is it the person who has always loved him, and thought that the other party has always loved him?

Is it the one who held him in his arms and comforted him and said, "We still have a way"?

But, why, he cut his own way with his own hands.

He pressed his heart uncomfortably, it was very painful, as if he had been stabbed severely, the pain made him almost bend over.

But he stubbornly stood upright.

He didn't miss it any more, and walked out with his backpack hooked on. The spring breeze with the fragrance of flowers rushed towards him, and he coughed violently.

He coughed out a tear, and saw through the mist of tears that even the sky in this world was distorted, which seemed different from his world.

I really miss home, miss my father, miss my mother, miss Ning Ke, and want to leave here.

But, Feng Yun, why is he?

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