Scumbag regrets after divorce

Feng Ling understood what he meant in an instant, and didn't force him anymore: "It's okay, if you don't like it, I'll ask Aisha to take care of me. He's not hurt yet, and I can still play high."

Yi Huajin didn't even know which little lover Feng Ling was referring to as "Aisha", anyway, he had a lot of lovers outside, as long as he hooked his hands, a lot of beauties would lie on his bed.

"No, I'm happy." Yi Huajin replied without emotion, looking unhappy.

And this unhappiness made Feng Ling very satisfied, he returned to his original smile, put his arms around Yi Huajin's shoulders and buried his head into his collarbone: "Don't worry, as long as you are obedient, I will stay with you for a while By my side, I like obedient lovers the most, you were too cunning ten years ago, you were like this a long time ago, why should I look outside, right?"

Yi Huajin gritted her teeth and wanted to give him a slap in the face.

But he endured it, not only endured it, but also said obediently: "Yeah, didn't I just wake up after divorce? I really can't leave you, don't want me."

"Doesn't that depend on your performance?" Feng Ling rubbed against his collarbone, and stuck out the tip of his tongue, licking the red marks left by him: "Look, although I won't fall in love with you, I will give you love." You are satisfied, so everyone gets what they need, isn't it good?"

good?These three views simply made Yi Huajin explode.

"Okay, what you said is right, I'll listen to you." Yi Huajin could only duplicity at the moment.

"Then you can move here now."

Yi Huajin looked at that there was only one bed in his single room: "Where should I lie?"

"Lie down together, this bed is 1.8 meters, you are so skinny enough to lie down?"

Yi Huajin looked at him wrongly: "This is a hospital."

"This is a single room." Feng Ling replied without thinking.

Yi Huajin still said the same thing: "You are hurt so badly, don't indulge in lust."

"Why are you thinking about that all day long?" Feng Ling scolded him as if he was the first to sue: "You have to be ambiguous when you lie down together? Can't I just hug you and touch you?"

"Touch?" Yi Huajin knew Feng Ling's dog-like appearance too well: "Where did you touch?"

"Where can I touch, touch where I want to touch." Feng Ling showed a smirk with unknown meaning on his face.

Yi Huajin understood, he didn't want to indulge, he just wanted to play himself to death.

But in the end, Yi Huajin moved here to live with him for a few days, and found that it was different from what he said before?

When changing the dressing, he usually changes it himself first, and then he never lets the doctor touch him, and he wraps it himself. The wrapping is quite professional, as if he had specially practiced it.

When I wake up every morning, there will always be a ready-made breakfast delivered to my mouth, and the pattern is different every day.

The same goes for lunch and evening, and they are all low-calorie nutritious foods with no sugar.

It's not like ordering takeaway, but it's like cooking.

Later, Yi Huajin wandered around the house on crutches, only to realize—oh, there's a kitchen!

This co-author is a family ward.

But Yi Huajin didn't ask, and Feng Ling never explained where the food came from, let alone why he said that letting himself take care of him turned out to be the other way around.

At night, he really just hugged and touched, and if it was a bit too much, he would kiss and stop.

Yi Huajin really felt that he had changed, it wasn't Fengling at all.

But even though he was hospitalized, Feng Ling still had to take care of his work. The phone rang non-stop every day, all of which were calls from investors and the company's strategic deployment. The wound cannot be healed, and the wound often cracks and needs to be re-sutured.

He has to stay up all night to read documents, review and seal the instructions.

Because Yi Huajin was hospitalized before he could issue a letter of appointment just after he became the project director, so now the project director is still Chen Jing.

So there was no work to find him at all, he stretched out his hand when he returned his clothes, and opened his mouth when he had a meal, and he was living a comfortable retirement life after retirement.

He watched Feng Ling go crazy every day, but he was so idle.

Although Xiaonan still came to visit him from time to time, the others never came again.

It was Yi Huajin who didn't let them come, even Xiaonan came to Fengling not too happy, let alone the others.

In the end, Yi Huajin asked Xiao Nan to rest too, because Feng Ling's possessiveness was too strong, every time Xiao Nan came, he would eat Xiao Nan alive with his eyes.

It’s really boring. Yi Huajin just plays mobile games and draws fan pictures of games he likes. He rarely touches these things before because he has no time and energy. Recently, he finds that they are quite interesting when he is free, and he can practice them by the way. board painted.

He also registered a doujin platform, created an ID called "Fengwu", and posted exercises on it, but it has never been popular.

The main reason is that this platform is quite small, there are no great masters, and the pictures are very crooked, so the traffic is extremely poor.

But Yi Huajin didn't care at all, and continued to post pictures when it was time to post them. Anyway, he was fast at drawing, and could draw several pictures a day. He was high-yield and of good quality, and was finally recommended on the homepage.

Thus, Yi Huajin became popular for no reason, and of course it was only limited to this platform.

The people on the platform had never seen such a great god before, and they all knelt and licked like crazy.

"Damn, this style of painting, this color, absolutely amazing, my wife is amazing!" (Mrs.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"I knelt down, what kind of fairy painting style is this!!!"

"Since I saw my wife's picture, I can't bear to look at other people's pictures anymore. I'm sorry for the wives I liked before, I cheated! Now I only love Wu Wu!"

There are also many people who privately messaged him to ask for manuscripts, and some asked for [-] copies.

In the painting circle, this price for a private picture is considered sky-high.

But Yi Huajin didn't accept it. He never accepts private manuscripts, because he has always been paranoid that his pictures are not commodities. He doesn't want to use them to make money, but to create greater value.

Sometimes when Feng Ling was idle, he would sit quietly by the side and watch Yi Huajin sit on the window sill, holding a tablet and drawing.

The sun was quiet and peaceful, and the golden light from outside shone in, dimly illusory and real, falling on Yi Huajin's side face and his slightly furrowed eyelashes.

Quiet and comfortable.

Yi Huajin paints seriously, and never notices the people around him. He has always been immersed in his own world, enjoying loneliness.

……

This kind of comfortable life has passed for almost a month. During this month, the two of them stick together almost every day. Although Fengling spends most of the time at work, they spend much more time under the same roof, even more than the previous ten years combined. .

One day, Yi Huajin suddenly received a text message from a stranger: "Hi Ma'am, I'm your fan" signing flower ", I saw it on the xx platform and liked your fan works very much, so I took the liberty to pick up your identity Message, I found out that you are Yishen, you are my childhood idol, I was too excited to bother you, I want to meet you, is that okay! Please!"

Childhood idol?

Yi Huajin wondered: Am I this old?

But Yi Huajin didn't care too much. He knew that this "signed flower" was No.1 on the fan list for his own work on the platform, so he replied: "Excuse me, where are you from?"

"I'm from Yuecheng, and I'm pretty close to your place. If you agree, I can go to your place to meet you tonight!"

Yi Huajin thought for a while, her plaster cast had already been removed, and it was no problem to get out of the hospital.

Moreover, there seems to be a big meeting in the company today, and Feng Ling has to rush back. He definitely doesn't know about the appointment at this time.

So I agreed with him: "I have time at eight o'clock in the evening, what's your address?"

"Ah, you can just call me "Huahua". Thank you Yishen for giving me this opportunity!! Can I make an appointment at the coffee shop on Praying Street?"

"Can."

Yi Huajin agrees with this person not because this person rewards her, but because of the minimum respect for fans.

Since there is time and it is so close, why not see it?

……

At around six o'clock, Feng Ling was changing his suit. Yi Huajin looked down at him while drawing, but asked casually, "Why do you have to go?"

"New project market analysis report meeting." Feng Ling also returned casually. He had just put on his suit and started to tie his tie seriously.

Yi Huajin glanced at him guilty, and pretended to be clingy: "How long will it take, are you coming back at night?"

In fact, he just wanted to talk.

"What?" Feng Ling smiled, quickly tied his tie and walked to Yi Huajin's side, leaning over and giving him a side kiss: "So you can't bear to part with me?"

Yi Huajin deliberately teased him: "What if you are going out to meet your lover?"

After hearing this, Feng Ling's smile widened a lot: "Maybe, my company has quite a lot of lovers, and they happened to take them to the hotel after the meeting, and maybe they won't come back at night."

Yi Huajin believed so much that he would do this, so she didn't speak.

When he was silent, Feng Ling thought he was jealous and angry, and laughed happily twice: "Haha, you are cute when you are jealous, even cuter than you when you are shy."

Yi Huajin thought to herself: Don't come back at night if you're so jealous!

But he still said, "Shall I go with you?"

Of course he didn't want to go, but saying that would definitely not arouse Feng Ling's suspicion.

I suspect that I actually made an appointment with someone else tonight.

"Didn't you just have a plaster cast off your leg? Don't run around." Feng Ling quickly rejected him, gave him another collarbone kiss, and then straightened up to look at the watch on his wrist.

It was almost time when his secretary, Yin Shu, knocked on the door and took him downstairs.

After Feng Ling left, Yi Huajin drew for a while, feeling a little hungry, and then remembered that it was time for dinner.

He didn't like to eat dinner before, but after staying in the hospital for a month, he was fed by Feng Ling in different ways every day.

He also gained more than ten catties!

Yi Huajin touched her chubby face and thought anxiously: Forget it, I have to lose weight!

Beauty is his pursuit. As an artist, he is not only harsh on his own works, but even more harsh on appearance.

Being hospitalized for a month and not being able to wear earrings is uncomfortable enough, and I'm getting fat, and I still have to meet people tonight!