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

When Feng Yun called, Ning An was in Wang Rong's office, and the two were communicating about some details of Daxiu.

He didn't answer, hung up directly and chose the automatic reply of "I will reply to you later", and then continued the conversation with Wang Rong.

With a pen and paper in his hand, he kept recording something with a serious expression.

This year's Spring Festival is at the end of January, and now it's the last day of December.

The new year is coming, but for them, the new year is not the most important, because everything has to make way for work.

Wang Rong's show is scheduled for mid-January, only half a month away, and this half month is also the most critical half month.

Although the large frame, regardless of the model, clothing, and stage lighting, has been determined, the details that can highlight the quality and effect still need to be adjusted according to the personal characteristics of the model.

Wang Rong has suffered a lot recently, and his eyes are full of exhaustion.

Unlike in the past when he was able to deal with work clearly and accurately even when he was tired, this time he was not in a good state either.

Since the incident with Ning An, his sleep has become very bad, and his mind has also started to wander. Sometimes he will be in a daze in the middle of the work, staring at the void, not knowing what he is thinking.

Even Daxiu, who was so strict to him, didn't seem to take it very seriously.

While they were communicating, Zhang Luo's inside line cut in, and Wang Rong rested his forehead with his hand, and pressed the outside line casually.

Zhang Luo's tone was a bit hesitant and embarrassed: "Teacher, Teacher Zheng is here again, waiting in the lounge, do you want to see him?"

Wang Rong frowned, and there was a deep disgust between his brows: "Didn't you say you won't let him come?"

Zhang Luo didn't speak, and the rustling sound of electricity came from the phone, which was harsh in the quiet room.

Everyone in the studio knew that Zheng Wenze had visited Wang Rong more than once in the past few days, but Wang Rong had never seen him.

Wang Rong's attitude seemed to subtly prove something, which made the atmosphere in the office more subtle.

In this delicate atmosphere, Xiao Di also became suspicious and sensitive, and had conflicts with several colleagues.

Now Wang Rong has gradually stopped putting the work in his hands, and notified the personnel department to find a new assistant as soon as possible.

Although Xiao Di was still sitting there, he had been gradually emptied out, but Wang Rong didn't say anything to make him leave.

At this moment, Zhang Luo's voice on the phone came faintly, making him anxious and angry, and the ruler he was holding fell to the table with a snap, causing Zhang Luo to glance at him.

Xiao Di met Zhang Luo's gaze, and immediately looked away guiltily.

"Don't report him when he comes in the future." Wang Rong's voice was very light but with his own unique power.

Zhang Luo looked back at Xiao Di, and replied: "Got it."

She was just about to hang up when Wang Rong's voice came from the receiver: "Zhang Luo."

Zhang Luo stopped what she was doing, and called out again in a respectful tone: "Teacher."

Wang Rong was silent for a moment, and said, "Recently, pay attention to where there is a suitable place. After the Spring Festival, move the studio out."

Zhang Luo was obviously taken aback for a moment, and she said cautiously: "But our rent has been paid for five years at once, and it's only the second year now, isn't it..."

"Listen to me." Wang Rong didn't let her finish, and came to a conclusion directly.

"Yes." Zhang Luo hung up the phone.

Wang Rong put down the phone, rubbed his forehead, looked at Ning An for a while, and asked, "Where are we talking?"

"It's almost done." Ning An stood up and poured him a cup of hot water: "Teacher, how are you? If you're too tired, just leave the rest of the work to me. You can go back and have a rest."

"Ning'an." Wang Rong looked at him for a while. He had a question in his mind and he already knew the answer, but he still wanted to ask another question.

But when the words came to his lips, he felt a little uneasy, a feeling of being close to his hometown.

Ning An stood in front of him and looked at him earnestly. Although he had experienced wind and rain, he was not afraid.

He rose to the challenge, frank and natural.

Although it is impossible not to suffer, he tried his best to keep his work and life unaffected, and he did not blame anyone.

Like pines and cypresses, despite the wind and rain, their resilience is amazing.

He looked at him for a while, and finally asked, "Why are you not panicking or flustered? Are you not afraid?"

In fact, when the incident first happened, he thought many times about how to help him stand up again, how to encourage him, how to comfort him...

But in the end, those were completely useless.

Ning An looked at him, his eyes were full of surprise, and then he felt a little unbearable and distressed. He hesitated for a while, but didn't speak.

The answer is that simple, because the people he cares about trust him and give him infinite courage and strength, it is impossible for Wang Rong not to know.

But such a simple answer, he didn't have the courage to say it to Wang Rong.

Such an answer will make Wang Rong more painful, more regretful, and more self-blaming...

"I..." Ning An pursed her lips.

Wang Rong laughed miserably: "You know everything, don't you?"

Ning An hesitated for a moment, but still nodded, and said softly, "Teacher, Feng Yun went to Italy two days ago, and he went to find Cheng Qian."

Wang Rong's eyes blinked a few times quickly, Ning An said: "Cheng Qian told Feng Yun about that, because he didn't want me to follow in his footsteps again."

Wang Rong pursed the corners of his lips tightly, but his eyes gradually became moist.

"Teacher," Ning An hesitated for a moment, but still said, "When the show is over, do you want to go to Italy?"

Wang Rong raised his eyes to look at him, in a daze, as if he didn't understand what he said, and after a while, he asked softly, "Can I go?"

Ning An parted his lips, not understanding why he asked such a question.

Wang Rong had already given him the answer, and he seemed to be talking to himself or telling Ning An: "I'm afraid that if I show up, he will disappear again. I dare not look for him, and I dare not call him."

"I'm afraid that if he disappears again, I won't be able to hold on." Wang Rong lowered his eyes and laughed at himself: "At least there is news about him now, and I can occasionally see him from a distance."

He buried his face in his hands in pain, and said for a long while: "He has disappeared, and he has been missing for several years. I can't find him no matter what. I'm really scared..."

He was wearing a well-fitting suit, and because of this posture, there were a few folds on his arms, which made him less perfect.

But it is precisely because of the unhealed scars on perfection that people are particularly shocked and distressed.

Ning An's eyes gradually became compassionate in places he couldn't see.

For these two people, Wang Rong and Cheng Qian, none of them had a moment of relaxation over the years.

He didn't speak, just sat there quietly, waiting for Wang Rong to calm down.

It took Wang Rong a long time to raise his head and look at Ning An, as if he hoped that Ning An could say something about Cheng Qian.

"Feng Yun hasn't come back yet, we didn't have time to elaborate." Ning An said apologetically, "He'll be here tomorrow, I'll ask him again."

Wang Rong nodded and said softly, "Thank you."

"Teacher," Ning An tidied things up for him: "I'll have someone take you home, you need to take a good rest."

Wang Rong didn't resist, watched him help him organize his things, then took his coat and put it on his shoulders.

Ning An is sometimes very careful. Even though Wang Rong is a few years older than him, he is often the one who takes care of him.

He walked out with him, and when he reached the door, Ning An called him again: "Teacher."

Wang Rong stopped in his tracks, his expression recovered a lot, and he looked at him quietly.

Ning An hesitated for a moment: "Teacher, if you want to go to Italy, you can go, don't be afraid, Cheng Qian is already famous and successful in his career, it doesn't mean that you can leave him alone, he probably won't disappear again. "

Wang Rong was stunned for a moment, he was silent for a long time, but in the end he did not speak.

Ning An knows that people who are in a relationship often can't even see the simplest things clearly, and they are easy to worry about gains and losses.

He had lost Wang Rong, and he was afraid of not being able to find Cheng Qian and not having any news about Cheng Qian.

His past experience made him dare not take risks easily.

For him, perhaps the most basic requirement is to be able to know that Cheng Qian is still there, to be able to hear about him occasionally, and to be able to sneak a peek at his work place occasionally.

This is not something that others can dispel their concerns with a few words.

Ning An understands him, but he also knows that for a smart person like Wang Rong, he will always figure it out one day.

After Wang Rong left, Ning An called Feng Yun back.

Feng Yun said that things were going very smoothly, and he had obtained very important evidence from Hu Dong.

At this moment, he has already boarded the plane and will be able to return to City A in the afternoon.

Ning An was both surprised and delighted: "I thought you would come back tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow is New Year's Day." Feng Yun smiled softly, "I want to celebrate the New Year with you."

"Well," Ning An laughed, and immediately felt relieved: "You go home first, I may have to go back later, I have to be busy with the show."

They said a few more words, and the voice of the flight attendant reminding to shut down came from the microphone.

Ning An hurried, and it was almost 08:30 when he got home at night.

The living room on the first floor was brightly lit. Ning An went in, took off his shoes at the entrance, walked through the small hallway, and saw Feng Yun sitting on the sofa and talking on the phone with earphones on.

There was a laptop on his lap, his eyes lit up immediately when he saw Ning An coming in, and he waved to him while taking the laptop away.

Ning An trotted over in three steps and two steps, and was pulled into his arms by him and hugged him tightly.

The other side of the phone was still talking, and Feng Yun occasionally hummed to indicate that he was listening, but he had already held Ning An in his arms.

He stroked his bangs up, looking at his face with a smile.

Ning An smiled and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, Feng Yun and his forehead were pressed against each other, nose to nose, rubbing each other intimately.

Both of them were smiling, but they didn't dare to make any other movement.

Until finally Feng Yun said, Got it, you arrange it.

Then he hung up the phone, finally held Ning An down, and kissed his lips.

While kissing him, he asked vaguely, "Do you know whose phone number it is?"

Ning An was panted by his kiss, and said with a smile, "How do I know, are you raising someone outside? Let me guess..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Yun scratched his armpit and pressed him on the sofa. He pressed down and smiled lightly: "If I can't satisfy me today, I won't tell you anything."

Ning An hurriedly used his hands and feet to beg for mercy: "Master, I made a mistake, your lord has a lot..."

After he was blocked in the middle of speaking, Feng Yun smiled softly: "Good boy, if the master is satisfied, I will tell you all about the progress, and I will tell you everything I know, and I will talk endlessly."

The lamp above his head shook violently, making Ning An wonder if it was an earthquake.

Feng Yun's voice was soft and hoarse, calling softly in his ear: "Ning An, Ning An..."

Ning Anru soaked in the hot spring water, feeling delirious with comfort, only the last bit of clarity left, still thinking in a trance, wondering if their master is satisfied?

The author has something to say: I temporarily coded a little outside

感谢在2019-12-2216:22:33~2019-12-2319:54:33期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of lotus seed sandwich;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!