Scumbag regrets after divorce

Ye Ze came back, and Yi Huajin received a call from him, saying that he had arrived at the airport, and wanted to pick it up by herself.

Although he is just a classmate, he is a good brother at any rate, and now he is the boss. The boss offered to accept him, so there is no reason not to go.

Yi Huajin drove her own broken car to the airport.

He has been recuperating for a few days these days, and the injuries on his body are almost healed. Those external injuries have already formed scars, and the internal injuries are still close, but it doesn't matter.

As soon as he arrived at the airport, he picked up Ye Ze. Ye Ze patted him on the shoulder and greeted him: "How is it? I've been away for a few days, do you miss me?"

"I think so." Yi Huajin replied casually, and asked again: "You are the boss, and you don't even have a driver. Let me pick up an employee?"

"The driver is not as easy to use as an old classmate, is it?" Ye Ze explained jokingly, and then changed the subject: "By the way, have you adapted to the new company? Did He Su make things difficult for you?"

Yi Huajin: "You know that He Su will embarrass me and let me go for an interview?"

Ye Ze smiled awkwardly: "He's like this, your big apprentice... your temper is up to you."

Mentioning He Su, Yi Huajin's face was a little dignified, and finally she told Ye Ze: "He's not in a good condition...I think he'll have to lie in the hospital for a few months."

"what happened?"

Yi Huajin didn't really want to discuss these things with him at the airport, so she got into the car, and on the way back, she told him what happened a few days ago, including the divorce incidentally.

"Divorce?!!! You divorced Feng Ling!!!!" Ye Ze's voice almost shattered the car window.

Holding the steering wheel, Yi Huajin overtook and changed lanes without looking sideways. The car was speeding at high speed like flying, and it was short of a big drift.

"It's divorced, and I have nothing to do with him, and we will never get in touch with each other in the future."

"It's really gone...but you..." Ye Ze didn't know what to say, he hesitated.

"Last time you sent me home, and you saw who he is, so that's it, I can't live without him."

"No...you really don't like him?"

"Heh." Yi Huajin slowed down a little, mainly because he was about to exceed the maximum speed limit on the expressway: "I'm not a child, it would be too naive to dictate myself based on my personal preferences."

The meaning of these words, Ye Ze sounded a bit strange: "So, you still like him?"

"How should I put it?" Yi Huajin smiled gracefully, and turned half of her eyes to Ye Ze who was beside her: "Sometimes what is settled by time is not necessarily hotness, it may be a heart that is getting colder and colder."

"He broke your heart... I know he doesn't like you. At the beginning, I didn't want you to be with him. I saw right away that he was a scumbag!"

"Back then..." Yi Huajin thought carefully about the past.

At first, what attracted Feng Ling was his appearance, and later, his ability, and then... what was it?

What made me persist for ten years?

Is it just those superficial things?

……

I haven't been home for a long time, and Feng Ling almost can't remember the way home.

The reason why he didn't like to go home was not only because of An Ruixuan, but mainly because his father was busy all year round, so he hardly met him, so his relationship was not deep.

And the mother is also a strong woman, working hard with her father, although she is not as busy as her father, she hardly sees her.

From childhood, Fengling only had An Ruixuan in his life.

He also thought that he would definitely be with him when he grew up, but things backfired and he married a substitute.

Maybe money can't buy things, only the right feelings.

Feng Ling drove and parked under a small western-style building with a large lawn, went up the attic stairs on the second floor, and knocked on the door.

In fact, he has the key, but he hasn't been home for a long time. I don't know if the lock at home has been changed.

The door opened quickly, and it was a maid who opened the door. The moment she saw Feng Ling, she covered her mouth in surprise: "Master?"

"Yes." Feng Ling replied with a smile: "Xiao Lan, you have grown taller."

This maid has been working in my house for almost seven or eight years, so Feng Ling is quite familiar with her.

"Master, you are back!!!" Xiaolan was so excited that she was at a loss, and hurriedly greeted the room: "Come quickly, come, welcome the young master back home!"

Several servants came rushing into the room all of a sudden, and they all lined up neatly at the door and bowed: "Welcome young master home!"

Feng Ling's smile froze, and he wanted to turn around and leave in embarrassment. This is what time it is, and it's as exaggerated as a TV show.

But he didn't have the nerve to say anything about these people, so he entered the house under the watchful eyes of those people.

Everything in the house has not changed, at least the living room has not changed, it is still decorated in a simple and elegant European style, the only thing that has changed is——

Feng Ling's eyes suddenly widened, staring straight at a certain wall in the living room, something that made him dumbfounded.

He looked at it for more than 5 minutes, but it was Xiaolan's voice that brought him back from his thoughts: "Master, you like this painting, it seems that the master bought it five or six years ago, and it has been hanging in the living room~"

"He bought it?!" Feng Ling turned his head and asked incredulously.

Xiaolan didn't expect Fengling's thoughts to fluctuate so much. She was fine just now, but suddenly it was like this, and she felt a little vain: "Yes... yes..."

Feng Ling turned his eyes back to the painting again, although it was just a very ordinary oil painting, and the artist's personal style was hidden as much as possible, and he was not well-known, but Feng Ling recognized it at a glance——

This is Yi Huajin's painting!

His brushstrokes, his handling of every detail, and those exquisite techniques, except for him... no one in this world can paint this feeling anymore.

Although Feng Ling was still five meters away, he was sure that it must have been painted by Yi Huajin.

He is not famous for drawing pictures?It's not his style, and why would he hide his style?

This painting is obviously not his style, because it is a European-style artistic human body, which he has never painted, and he hates painting realistic human bodies the most, and thinks it has no artistic conception.

He likes the beautiful composition and pictures with story connotations, which he calls "the beauty of art". Every time he complains that his paintings are too artistic for ordinary people to appreciate, he is still angry.

But he is indeed very talented, so in the company, I never forced him to change the pictures he produced.

He has a poisonous tongue, likes to be unforgiving, and always offends the upper echelons of the company. Except for Tang Xinran, almost every vice president came to sue him, and he suppressed them all.

Everyone in the company said they were a wife spoiler, and that was what they were referring to.

Maybe it's really because of pity... Although he was kept by his side at the beginning because he looked like An Ruixuan, but later, he really liked his talent.

"My dad... why did he buy this painting?" Feng Ling looked at it for a while, and finally remembered to ask this question.

Xiaolan: "Huh? I don't know, maybe I just like it."

"He doesn't like this kind of thing." Feng Ling answered firmly, he still knew his father very well, and his father was definitely not the kind of person who knew how to appreciate art.

Moreover, this ordinary popular style cannot be called a work of art, at best it can be regarded as a commercial decorative painting.

"Then I don't know. Anyway, it has been hung up for many years and has never been taken down."

"Hmm..." Feng Ling asked again: "Is he coming back at night?"

"It should be. The master is not in good health recently, and he is not very busy with work."

"Then, where is my mother?"

"Since the master is not in good health, of course the madam is helping to take care of it."

Feng Ling nodded thoughtfully. He thought that he might see his mother when he returned home, but he didn't expect to see his father instead.

Forget it, see you soon, he won't eat himself.

Feng Ling approached the painting again, and observed it carefully. No matter how you look at it, it was Yi Huajin's handwriting. If it wasn't for him, he would have swallowed the frame.

Xiaolan was busy preparing dinner, and he was the only one left in the living room.

He finally got tired of watching it, so he sat on the sofa in the living room and started smoking, thinking about what he was going to say later.

I have to announce my divorce from Yi Huajin first. Anyway, my parents don't like Yi Huajin very much, at least when I got married, they were against it.

Then... Do you want to say that you want to marry An Ruixuan?

The cigarette burns out slowly, and the cool mint smell lingers. I have recently become obsessed with this taste.

After lighting one, Feng Ling lit another, and smoked, the outside became dark, night had already arrived.

There was movement at the door, Feng Ling smoked his cigarette and looked up, and saw a middle-aged man in exquisite clothes with a gold mirror frame coming in.

The servant at the door bowed respectfully and said "Welcome back".

Feng Ling didn't get up, put one leg on the other, leaned on the soft cushion behind him, and stared at the man who looked very much like him at the door.

Feng Zhonghua walked over and saw Feng Ling on the sofa, his surprised eyes only stayed for a moment, and it was fleeting.

He didn't speak in a hurry, just sat down opposite Feng Ling, and the servant graciously handed him a cup of hot tea, he picked it up and took a sip without looking at Feng Ling: "What are you doing back?"

Listening to his indifferent tone, Feng Ling chuckled mockingly: "What can I do? Ask you for pocket money?"

"You are so capable, do you need to ask me for money?"

"I'm divorced." Feng Ling went straight to the point, and didn't bother to waste words.

Feng Zhonghua stopped drinking tea, he slowly put down the teacup, finally looked up at Feng Ling, his eyes were calm and deep: "Why?"

"No reason, this is my business, I just report to you."

Looking at Feng Ling's indifferent face, Feng Zhonghua didn't say another word after all.

But Feng Ling couldn't help but asked the painting on the wall behind him: "Why did you buy this?"

"I think the wall is empty, so I bought it casually." Feng Zhonghua answered quickly, without emotion.

Feng Ling has studied a little psychology. According to his analysis, his father must have concealed something, otherwise he would not have answered himself so quickly.

But since he didn't want to talk about it, and he didn't want to force him to ask, he wouldn't be Yi Huajin's fan after all.

Xiao Lan quickly finished the dinner, Feng Ling reluctantly had a meal with that boring old guy, the two of them didn't say a few words, mainly because they didn't have much to say.

After all, we haven't seen each other for so many years, we already have a relationship, so of course we don't have much in common.