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

Li Yuanshu was idly playing with the hairpin in his hand, when he raised his eyes to see Ning An, he couldn't help being slightly startled.

Ning An and the others also stopped in their tracks.

Tian Xiaoci was the first to lower his face, and asked the staff present: "Excuse me, why is there someone irrelevant at the scene?"

The staff member stopped what he was doing, called a man who looked like an assistant, and asked him to inquire about the specific shooting arrangements.

Not long after, a handsome female staff member in her 30s came in. With an apologetic face, she walked straight to Ning An.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ning," she said, "Mr. Li was temporarily replaced for this filming. It was our mistake for not notifying you in time. We are very sorry about this, and we will compensate you accordingly in the future."

Ning An frowned, he looked at Li Yuanshu, Li Yuanshu had already turned around, lowered his head as if he had nothing to do with him.

"No," Tan Wenyu patted Ning An reassuringly, gestured to the staff, and walked with her to an empty corner.

Ning An looked at Li Yuanshu's leisurely back, full of doubts, why?

The phone vibrated in his backpack, stopping him in his tracks.

He stood still, calmed down his emotions, and picked up the phone: "Hello, Feng Yun."

Li Yuanshu, who had always turned his back to him, suddenly turned his head when he heard this name, with deep eyes.

Ning An had already turned his body sideways, and he stared at the phone in his hand and the hand holding the phone.

Not knowing what was said on the other side, Ning An replied: "Okay, I'll deal with some matters here, see you later."

With a soft "pop", Ning An looked over, and Li Yuanshu was looking down at the plastic hairpin in his hand, the light beige hairpin had been broken into two pieces in his hand.

Innocent and pitiful.

Ning An hung up the phone and walked over, his eyes paused for a moment on the hairpin, and he said hello: "Hi, why?"

Li Yuanshu raised his eyes, his eyes were dark, he looked arrogant and dignified, and there was a sense of superiority in his speech and demeanor.

He looked at Ning An, snorted softly and said, "What?"

Ning An looked at him condescendingly, still desolate, neither panic nor angry.

He frowned slightly, looked into his eyes with a little doubt, as if trying to see through his eyes: "You know that."

He paused, and the brief silence increased the pressure in the air.

Li Yuanshu also became serious.

Ning An continued: "It's the most stupid behavior to hurt others and benefit yourself. You don't seem like someone who would do such a thing, but why? You don't hesitate to lower your own value to make a background board, but you want to force me out?"

He tilted his head and asked again: "Why?"

Li Yuanshu looked at him, raised his head proudly, and laughed playfully: "Background board?"

He laughed for a long time before he stopped: "To force you to lower your value? This is really the funniest joke I've ever heard. Let me tell you a word, you are worthy of self-knowledge."

Ning Anxiuzhi frowned: "You seem to really hate me, I don't remember where I offended you."

The smile on Li Yuanshu's face disappeared. He tightened his fingers and held the fragment of the hairpin in his palm: "Because you moved something you are not worthy of!"

Ning An looked at him like he was looking at an unreasonable child: "Everything I move is what I think I can do. As for whether it's worthy or not, it's not for you to judge."

The expression on Li Yuanshu's face became a little scary, he pursed his lips, and there was a deep chill in his eyes, as if he was trying to restrain his emotions.

Ning An stopped looking at him, turned and walked towards Tan Wenyu.

And Tian Xiaoci, who had been standing on the sidelines at the door, also followed.

Tan Wenyu looked at Ning An: "I can't shoot anymore."

Ning An narrowed his eyes and looked at the staff: "Please give me a reasonable reason."

The staff member said apologetically: "It was just informed from above that all the jewelry for this shoot was sponsored by Li Shi, and Li Shi also has different cooperation with us in various aspects..."

Ning An raised his eyebrows: "Li Shi?"

Tan Wenyu looked at him strangely: "Li Yuanshu is the only son of the Li family, the young master of the Li family, don't you know?"

No wonder Li Yuanshu was unworthy one by one, and Ning An was laughed at. It turned out that he was really unworthy.

"Forget it," Tian Xiaoci pulled up the hood of the sweater, and put the bag on his back: "Brother Ning won't shoot, and I won't shoot either. Let's go."

Tan Wenyu grabbed him and said, "Don't make trouble!"

Tian Xiaoci looked at him with peach-blossom eyes: "Who the hell is making trouble? I want to take pictures of you!"

Qin Wenyu is different from them. They regard modeling as a job, as a means and skill to make a living, and they can change careers at any time, and they can slap their ass and leave.

The career lifespan in this line of work is too short. After the age of 25, many people can't stand it anymore.

Everyone says that the entertainment industry is a circle that eats youth food, but that is because they have not seen the model circle.

The replacement of models is far faster and crueler than that of the entertainment industry.

The age of 25 is almost a watershed, either mixed into the pyramid, or low into the dust, there is almost no chance of turning over.

It is very likely that Tian Xiaoci and Ning An will change careers in the future and start a new life.

But what about him?

His dream is to open a modeling agency, he needs to go further and longer on this road, and needs to accumulate more network resources, instead of being impulsive!

Tan Wenyu looked at Ning An apologetically: "I'm sorry, An An, I have to shoot this time, and I will pay more attention to other resources for you, don't worry."

"And you," he looked at Tian Xiaoci: "If you want to develop well, you have to be patient. You have to take pictures for me today."

Ning An patted Tan Wenyu's shoulder: "Let me have a word with him."

Tan Wenyu turned around and went out, stood in the corridor and lit a cigarette.

In the smoke, he stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his dry lips.

If loyalty can solve the problem, he can also ignore it, but he can't!

Tian Xiaoci didn't understand the sinister innocence of the world, which made him feel helpless.

There was a sound of footsteps at the end of the corridor, and he saw through the smoke that a group of people were getting closer and closer to the light.

The one at the front was a very handsome young man with an outstanding temperament, his chin slightly lifted, and he was cold and arrogant.

But when the young man next to him spoke, he would show a faint smile.

That young man is Zhang Luan, and the young man is He Yi.

He Yi was the first to see Tan Wenyu, he was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled.

There were too many people, they could only pretend to know each other but they were unfamiliar, He Yi stretched out his hand: "Mr. Tan, long time no see."

Tan Wenyu took his hand, and lightly exhaled a wisp of white smoke: "Long time no see."

He Yi looked at him with a reserved smile, but his little finger gently scratched the palm of his hand,

The chill in Tan Wenyu's eyes melted slowly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Their hands interlaced and then loosened, Qin Wenyu watched the group of people march into the dressing room next door.

When passing by, he felt Zhang Luan's eyes looking at him with a lot of meaning.

Tan Wenyu looked at the door next door unhappily, as if looking at a completely different world.

Cigarette butts were smothered and thrown into the trash can.

What is this difficulty?

He thought about He Yi, no matter how much suffering and hardship he could bear, no matter how hard and tiring he was, as long as he could give him a stable and happy life, it was nothing.

He turned around and went in. Ning An had already packed his backpack, and Tian Xiaoci had already sat down to put on makeup.

The two looked at each other tacitly, and Ning An said, "Go make up, I'll wait for you."

Tan Wenyu sat next to Tian Xiaoci, who lowered his eyelashes and did not look at him.

I had been looking forward to working with He Yi, but in fact it was not pleasant.

He watched He Yi and Zhang Luan's cooperation, holding hands in front of the camera, putting their shoulders together, kneeling, and matching the same watch and ring...

Even if He Yi would secretly look at him between filming, or even push him into the cubicle to hug and kiss him tightly when going to the bathroom, it couldn't make him feel at ease.

He has the frustration of being unable to catch up to others no matter how hard he tries.

The drizzle still hasn't stopped, like smog. This kind of rain makes people feel that opening an umbrella is too solemn, but it is pervasive.

Ning An wrapped her coat tightly and put a baseball cap on her head.

He took a taxi to the shop Feng Yun mentioned, a very popular milk tea shop.

On the morning of weekdays, there were a few people scattered in the store, Feng Yun was biting a straw to suck the fruit in the milk tea, when he saw him come in, he spread his lips and smiled.

Ning An took off his coat, casually put it on the back of the chair, then pulled out the chair and sat opposite Feng Yun.

The hair under the baseball cap was tucked back, a face was completely exposed, and it looked even more small and delicate, with a little indifference.

He raised his hand to take off his hat, and a few strands of black hair fell down and stuck to his cheeks, making people look softer.

Feng Yun bit the straw and leaned on the back of the chair to look at him.

He dressed very well today, and he felt very different from that day in the wine,

A smoky gray shirt, tucked into black trousers, except for the decorative leather straps on the wrists, everything else is simple.

Feng Yun smiled, "I thought you would only wear fancy clothes."

Ning An raised his eyes: "That's for work."

Then he realized that he was probably talking about Ning An before, but he didn't intend to explain it either.

He ordered a cup of green tea and noted no sugar added.

Feng Yunte smiled with a sense of superiority: "It's really pitiful to be a model. You can't eat anything. We probably won't be able to eat together in the future."

Ning An looked at the schadenfreude smile on his face, and retorted mercilessly: "Who wants to eat with you."

"Tsk, sharp teeth and sharp mouth!" The smile on Feng Yun's face widened: "It's really not a disadvantage to say what you say!"

Ning An held his chin, and said lightly: "So? You are allowed to say, no one is allowed to stand up? How can there be such a good thing? Childish! Don't flirt if you are afraid of being rejected!"

"You're naive!" Feng Yun bit the straw, not to be outdone: "I still don't know who will stand up to whom?"

Before he finished speaking, the tips of his ears turned red.

Ning An felt that his tone and expression were a little strange, and after thinking about it for a while, his ears warmed up.

He laughed angrily: "you, you... what are you thinking about in your mind?"

In fact, Feng Yun didn't think too much when he said it, he realized something was wrong when he said it, but it was too late to take it back.

The atmosphere fell into embarrassment for a moment.

Ning An changed the subject stiffly: "Did you choose a milk tea shop to meet on purpose? Obviously I can't even drink it!"

Feng Yun did it on purpose, but he didn't want to admit it, but at this moment, he himself felt that he was quite naive.

Ning An couldn't help but feel a little funny looking at him, what big guy?So childish!

He finally seized the initiative and leaned forward slightly: "Don't tell me, you also invited him to drink milk tea when you were with Li Yuanshu?"

The voice stopped abruptly, and Ning An suddenly realized that Feng Yun and Li Yuanshu knew each other.

Something broke out of the shell, and it was vague in his mind, but he couldn't grasp it for a while.