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

Feng Yun didn't move, just looked at the hand quietly.

That hand was beautiful, with fair and delicate skin, and slender joints, waiting persistently in front of him.

He was a little dazed.

The first time I saw him was at that show, he was shining brightly on the stage, but he was cold and reserved off the stage.

They didn't know each other, but he remembered him.

Later, when Lu Zhuo sent over the investigation materials, he didn't expect that the person was actually him!

At that moment, that extremely tired heart suddenly became agile.

Under the same circumstances, if it was him, it seemed that it would not be so unacceptable.

It was just that cold water was splashed on his head, and the words and photos in the information made him completely calm and indifferent.

Those vulgar shapes, exaggerated postures, pretentious expressions, flattering smiles in the photos, especially the distorted expressions of jealousy when looking at Ning Hao and Luo Xiudian...

It just makes people feel ugly!

How could it be the same person?

Although he only met that person once, the feeling he gave him had absolutely nothing to do with the word ugly.

He is cold, ascetic, elegant, and...beautiful.

He felt contradictory and continued to read patiently.

In the written materials, what happened to Ning An after he turned 15 was clearly listed one by one.

Although this person has nothing to do with great treachery or evil, there are many things that make people feel sick and uncomfortable like swallowing flies.

He couldn't remember exactly how he felt at the time.

I only remember the pain of the hope that was just ignited by the star that was almost drowned by the disappointment and the hopelessness in my heart that could not be suppressed no matter what.

It was the helplessness of having to accept fate after being extremely disappointed and angry at being unable to control one's fate.

If there is no hope for that star, although those disappointments are heavy, they may not be so cruel!

He thought, maybe he was dazzled or bewitched that night, and he actually thought that this person had a noble and self-sufficient self-restraint.

If he could, he didn't want to look at him even more, but he had no choice but to marry him.

Things that are unavoidable can only be dealt with in unavoidable ways, and getting into a marriage can only be getting into a marriage, and nothing else is possible.

But the person in front of him was difficult to coincide with the person on the investigation data, which gave him the feeling he had when he saw him for the first time.

Is it fake?But why?

Such a vain money worshiper, why is it necessary to pretend to please him?

Did he know something?

Impossible, he immediately denied it, judging from the reaction of the Ning family, it was impossible for him to know those things!

He looked at the hand and was silent for a long time.

But that hand didn't seem to notice it, and it has been waiting patiently, with a stubbornness that will never give up until it reaches its goal.

Feng Yun lowered his eyes, suppressed the disobedience in his heart, and smiled with the corners of his lips curled up.

He put his hand on that hand, and that hand was not only beautiful in appearance, but also very pleasant in touch.

The skin on the palm was smooth and cool, very similar to his own cool temperament.

When he put his hand over that hand, he gathered his fingers and held his hand loosely in the palm.

Feng Yun smiled softly, and as if to reciprocate, he held his waist with the other hand, got up amidst the sound of music, and slid into the dance floor with him.

The sweet aroma of citrus has a slight aftertaste of sourness, mixed with the fresh aroma of grass and trees, which is very light, but envelops Ning'an.

The smell on Feng Yun's body was gentle and reliable, and Ning An's tense back quietly relaxed.

After a passionate little session, the music became gentle and delicate like the first ebb of the tide.

The lights dimmed, and in the dim light and shadow, people leaned against each other and walked slowly on the dance floor.

The sound of music slid over the tip of my heart, like a pair of gentle big hands, soothing the sweat on the forehead, soothing the restless soul, and soothing the shortness of breath...

It is also like a lover's whispering, which makes people relax their guard, fall into illusory sweetness, and enjoy the short-term peace in the body temperature of others.

Ning An and Feng Yun were very close, and could clearly feel each other's breathing.

Neither of them spoke, just swaying gently with the rhythm.

Ning An's eyes were facing Feng Yun's upturned nose, and the upturned nose was very cute, making him feel that the other party should be a naughty person.

He couldn't help but look up along the bridge of his nose, looking into Feng Yun's dark eyes under his thick long eyelashes.

The eyelashes of those eyes were drooping lazily, as if they were looking at him too.

The emotions in the eyes under the ambiguous light were dim.

Occasionally, a little light leaked out from the gaps between the thick eyelashes, and it was a half-smile, which made him clearly feel the other party's disdain.

Ning An lowered his eyes and curled the corners of his mouth, neither disappointed nor sad, Feng Yun's reaction was quite reasonable.

A song stopped, and a song started again.

Feng Yun's voice resounded faintly above his head. It had the purity and purity of a young man, but it was mixed with a little bit of sand, which was very magnetic.

He asked, "You came to see me specifically?"

Ning An shook his head: "Come to work."

Feng Yun looked at him suspiciously, and Ning An explained: "Baby warming up."

Feng Yun snorted and said, "It suits you quite well."

Ning An raised his head, and was not displeased by his attitude, but instead smiled back at him.

It wasn't the usual polite smile, it wasn't the perfunctory hooking of the corners of the lips, but a real smile.

The smile naturally fainted on this face, like a flower, which naturally unfolded its petals in the wind, revealing the hidden pistil inside.

Feng Yun kept his expression on his face, but his heart jumped heavily as if he was hit hard by something.

It turns out he looks so pretty when he smiles.

There are two small pear dimples on the corners of the lips, as if filled with honey, very sweet.

It makes people want to smile unconsciously when they see it, because of that sweetness, they rush into each other's heart unexpectedly.

It formed a very strong contrast with his usual coldness and abstinence, and there was a sense of contrast that caught people off guard.

It was the first time he saw him smile.

In the photos sent by Lu Zhuo, there are a few sporadic ones with smiles, but the smiles are mixed with too many things, swallowing up the pure beauty.

Feng Yun looked down at him, the snow-white teeth were beautiful and neat, as if carved out of fine jade, extremely beautiful.It is the most standard smile to show eight.

He didn't speak anymore, but his cold heart softened a little in this smile.

Ning An was actually laughing at his self-esteem. Even if it was a job, he only came here to see him, and he couldn't fool others.

After he finished laughing, he compromised: "I'm indeed here to find you."

He said sincerely: "About this marriage, should we talk about it?"

"There is nothing to talk about," Feng Yun replied quickly: "There is no need to talk about it, you are still you, and I am still me!"

Ning An then understood.

Feng Yun looked at him: "It's just a matter of face, it's enough for people to be present, and no one will care about what's going on inside."

Speaking of face, he seemed to think of something again, and the corners of his lips curled up, unable to hide his sarcasm: "Could it be that you came to ask me to show off?"

The dance music was changed, and the lights were dimmed. He squinted his eyes and looked at him with a half-smile.

This person will probably ask him for a grand wedding. Even if he marries into a quagmire, he must look like him with a golden face.

Unexpectedly, Ning An shook his head: "No."

He didn't get angry because of his sarcasm and contempt, but just looked at him quietly, and said a statement seriously: "I want to only get a certificate, not a wedding."

Only get the certificate, no wedding?

Feng Yun stopped in his tracks and cast his gaze on Ning An seriously for the first time.

Someone twirled with the rhythm and was about to bump into Ning An. Feng Yun pulled him into his arms and stepped on the rhythm again: "Are you serious?"

Ning An was very thin, yet soft in his arms.

There was a very faint smell of tobacco on his body, and a faint tea fragrance escaped from the aroma of tobacco, which smelled very good.

Ning An smiled, snorting on the side of his neck, raising a little tingling itch: "Of course, marriage is not a child's play, how could I make fun of such a thing?"

"Marriage is not child's play?" Feng Yun pulled a little distance away from him, and looked at him playfully: "But we are just child's play!"

Ning An opened his mouth, unable to speak for a moment.

Their footsteps follow their footsteps, their bodies stick to their bodies, and they smell each other, but they are drawing a clear line.

Feng Yun's expression became serious, very strong: "I think we should reach a consensus on this point, so as not to have unrealistic fantasies and expectations about this marriage, damn heart, die earlier, if you wait to get hurt It would be unseemly to give up after making up your mind."

His tone was very calm, and he said it calmly, like this passage repeated in his mind thousands of times.

Calm sober and brutal!

He told him, whether he liked someone or not, and whether he knew something, but this was his attitude!

Ning An looked at him and was silent for a moment.

That face was very charming, meeting his gaze, the corners of the sexy lips slowly evoked a very shallow smile, but there was no smile in the eyes, full of playfulness.

Have to admit, he is very charming.

No matter when reading a book or seeing a real person, he has a good impression of him.

But this does not mean that he allows the other party to step on his dignity.

Ning An's eyelashes closed, and the corners of his lips curled up in a funny way: "I think you are worrying too much, trust me, the things you worry about will never happen."

When he said this, coupled with the melting smile on the corners of his lips, it seemed that Feng Yun was acting a little affectionate.

They looked at each other, like a rose and a shotgun, each with its minions, and they refused to give in to each other.

It was a silent and long contest.

The body under Feng Yun's palm was very thin, and the slender waist danced and caressed in his palm, feeling warm.

Only now, he still feels the power from it.

His eyes flicked to the ruby ​​earring on his ear, and then to the tangle of roses deep in his collarbone.

The bright red reflected his snow-white skin more and more, with a naive and pure flavor.

It just rightly diluted the slight irony in his words.

They spun around with the music, the person in their arms retreated, and then was pulled into their arms again by the rhythm control.

"Although it's a child's play for us, it's not for the elders." Feng Yun brought the topic back: "I'm not sure about convincing my mother, but I can try."

Ning An nodded, but didn't force it.

Marriage is not a matter of two people, but a matter of two families.

The reason why he went to Feng Yun first was because if the Feng family agreed not to hold a wedding, then he was sure of persuading Sun Lanxin.

Conversely, if the Feng family disagrees, then...

Therefore, the key to this matter ultimately lies in Feng Yun.

The music stopped in due course.

Panting slightly, he looked down at his watch and said to Feng Yun: "I should go, then... goodbye."

Feng Yun let go of his hand, loosened his waist, took a step back, opened the distance, and put on an attitude.

Ning An understood what he meant, shrugged needlessly, turned and left.

Feng Yun stood where he was, watching him step out of the dance floor, and bent down to the booth to whisper a few words with a young man.

He returned to the stage, and the bartender Abel smiled and winked at him: "The one just now is very good, I can invite you to dance, what's the matter?"

Feng Yun smiled: "It's just a future roommate."

Abel laughed: "It's close to the water first, so we can develop it and try it. It seems to be a good match."

Feng Yun curled his lips, lowered his head and poured the amber liquid into the wine glass lightly. He didn't sit down again, but leaned against the stage, looking through the crowd, and cast his eyes on those figures, narrowing his eyes slightly.