Scumbag regrets after divorce

As soon as Feng Ling got out of the hospital, he got into Yin Shuzheng's car and said to him: "I won't go, take me to Praying Street."

"Not going? But... all the directors are here today, and they are all waiting for you, the chairman, to make a preliminary summary of the project so that we can enter the formal development period. You..."

Feng Ling lit a cigarette, and dense smoke drifted out from the car window. He glanced out of the window: "Let Yang Wulan make a conclusion."

"President Yang?" Yin Shuzheng was even more surprised: "Isn't he a hostile force in your company? How can you let him make decisions for you?"

In fact, Feng Ling didn't want to delegate power to Yang Wulan, but he was the only one who was the most loyal, capable and powerful person in the company.

Although he is only loyal to the company, not to himself, because he is completely opposite to his own thinking.

Moreover, the person Yang Wulan dislikes the most in the company is Yi Huajin.

He should have known that Yi Huajin had returned to the company a long time ago, and he probably thought that Yi Huajin was just a low-level employee, so he didn't bother to do anything.

But Feng Ling still insisted: "Just let him make a summary."

Because there are more important things today.

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Praying Street is a bustling night market street. There is a famous Internet celebrity coffee shop in the alley, where you can not only drink coffee, but also draw pictures.

After Feng Ling came in, he found a corner and sat down. It was still early at eight o'clock, so he ordered a cup of coffee first.

He came today to see what the purpose of this fan Yi Huajin wanted to meet, and whether he had plans for him.

Yi Huajin used to have a lot of love, but he was cold and full of himself, so he didn't pay much attention to these people, but since the divorce, he felt a little out of control.

What Ye Ze, He Su, Wei Liancheng all pounced on him, he still has a lot of fans, he is good-looking and people miss him, he is almost on fire!

Feng Ling couldn't bear it, so he gave up the meeting and went to this place to drink coffee!

Around seven o'clock, a handsome young man in a red shirt came in. There were two large characters "signed flowers" printed on the clothes.

Feng Ling knew that this was the fan Yi Huajin wanted to meet, so he smiled and waved to him, signaling him to come over.

Seeing Fengling's signal, the young man really walked over, and bowed politely: "Hi, may I ask you... Yishen?"

Feng Ling answered naturally: "Yes, I am Yi Huajin."

"Ah——" the boy screamed excitedly, and quickly stretched out his hand: "Hello, hello, I'm Huahua, I'm really glad to meet you in real life, I really admire you so much that I asked you to meet, I didn't expect you to agree so quickly!"

Feng Ling didn't know why he saw a trace of admiration in his fanatical eyes, and was a little displeased, but he still reached out and shook hands with him.

"I'm so happy, I shook hands with my idol!" His hands were trembling with excitement for signing flowers.

Feng Ling let go of his hand suddenly, and asked him with displeasure: "Do you like my paintings? Where do you like them?"

"Ah...that is of course a delicate color. I can't imitate it or even absorb it. I always think that hard work can only make up for the shape and shape. Only people with good colors are truly talented. You are the Wanzhong No one is the proud son of heaven!"

Feng Ling agrees with these words, Yi Huajin is indeed the proud son of heaven, and an irreplaceable treasure.

But when these words came from other people's mouths, he always felt uncomfortable, as if his treasure was discovered and stolen by others.

Seeing that he didn't respond, he went on to say: "It just so happens that I have the opportunity to meet you in person today, can you draw a hand-painted painting for me on the spot?"

Feng Ling listened to the request of signing flowers, and was slightly stunned for a moment. After a moment, he pretended to be calm and replied: "What do you want me to draw?"

"Anything is fine. There are pens and papers in this store. That's why I made an appointment here. Hehe, Yishen, will you satisfy me?"

Since he said it was casual, Feng Ling casually picked up the paper and pen beside him, and scribbled on the paper like scribbles.

Five minutes later, Feng Ling didn't even know what he was drawing. Anyway, it was an abstract painting made up of piles of black lines. He even signed the name "Yi Huajin" on purpose, and handed it to the artist. : "Take it."

The lottery took over with trepidation, and praised Feng Ling's painting again and again: "Yi Shen is indeed a great master, he can draw this kind of... um... a standard painting in 5 minutes, admiration!"

admire?

Feng Ling was puzzled: Does this not take off fans? !

Just after thinking this way, Feng Ling saw a beauty with silver tassel earrings entering the coffee shop through the glass window.

As soon as Yi Huajin entered the store, he caught sight of Feng Ling who was sitting in the corner. At that moment, his mind went blank!

Fengling! ! ! !

Isn't he going to a meeting! ! ! !

As if being caught by the public for stealing something, Yi Huajin turned around and ran, but he didn't expect that just after running two steps, a pain came from his right leg, and he bent down and gasped for breath.

By the way, my leg injury is not healed yet!

When Feng Ling saw Yi Huajin stop running for two steps, it seemed that there was something wrong with his leg, so he quickly stood up and chased him, helped him into the shop and sat down: "Why are you running? I caught..."

At the same time, the lottery also ran over from the corner, still tightly clutching the painting Fengling gave him, and said to Fengling, "Yishen, who is this?"

"Yi Shen?" Yi Huajin looked at Feng Ling in surprise, and instantly understood what the hell he was doing.

He pretended to be himself to meet his fans?

What's more, Yi Huajin also saw the ugly picture in the signing flower's hand, on which her name was clearly signed!

Yi Huajin's lungs exploded—is his three-year-old children's paintings called paintings?Isn't this bad for your reputation?

Feng Ling also brazenly introduced to Yi Huajin in front of Yi Huajin: "This is my personal assistant, named Li Xiaonan."

"Oh, hello." Facing Yi Huajin, he didn't show much enthusiasm for signing the flowers, but just stretched out his hand symbolically.

Seeing him reach out his hand, Yi Huajin politely extended his hand and shook it, then let go.

The three of them found an empty table to sit down again, Feng Ling and Yi Huajin sat together, and Zhi Hua sat opposite them alone, dragging his chin and looking at Feng Ling adoringly, turning a blind eye to Yi Huajin.

Yi Huajin has seen through Feng Ling, but it is not easy to get angry with him outside, and besides, he has no capital to get angry with him now.

He wants to see how long Feng Ling can pretend.

Signing Flowers has been asking very professional questions, such as "how to start a sketch, how to compose a picture, is there a more effective practice method for the human body, what should people do if they have a bad sense of color", etc.

Yi Huajin watched helplessly as Feng Ling, even though he couldn't draw at all, talked to the signing flowers in a logical manner, mainly about the ultimate mystery - the art of brainwashing.

None of the substantive problems were solved, but a poor innocent boy was brainwashed, making him think that asking these questions was meaningless and he should find the answer from himself.

This is the scary thing about the boss, after all, he is a businessman who relies on his mouth for food.

Yi Huajin felt that he was going to lead people astray if this continued, and finally interrupted him unbearably: "Do you know what is the point-line-surface composition method?"

Of course Feng Ling didn't know, he only knew that Yi Huajin was going to tear things apart.

Sure enough, the next moment Yi Huajin took the ugly picture drawn by Feng Ling in the flower signing hand, took another pen by the way, and started to change the picture on it.

That picture is at the level of elementary school students' graffiti. It has almost no concept of shape and composition, and is full of chaotic lines. However, Yi Huajin easily sketched the lines on it, re-drawing the chaotic lines together, slowly With a clear and bright outline.

I was stunned to sign the flowers, this is the real god!

Also within 5 minutes, Yi Huajin abruptly changed Feng Ling's picture of nothing into a black and white landscape sketch, which was still in a fantasy style, like a castle in the air.

After the modification, there is no trace of Feng Ling's painting at all.

I'm kneeling for signing flowers. You must know that the most difficult thing is not to create a picture out of thin air in 5 minutes, but to change a useless picture into a beautiful one.

He held Yi Huajin's hand excitedly: "An assistant is so talented, I am indeed Yishen's assistant, I am so envious!"

Yi Huajin replied, "I am Yi Huajin."

"Then..." Signing flowers was confused, and he looked at Fengling suspiciously: "Then he is...?"

"Fake." Yi Huajin mercilessly exposed Feng Ling.

Feng Ling has a very thick skin. After being exposed, not only did he not have any regrets, but he also said confidently: "Yi Huajin, you are going to meet someone else behind my back, do you want to give me an explanation?"

"What do you want to say?"

"We meet at night, what is the purpose of meeting?" Feng Ling's voice suddenly became cold, and his tone was dangerous.

Yi Huajin was too lazy to argue with him outside, and there were outsiders around, so she made up a reason: "He wants to ask me for a draft."

"What's the draft? You are my Feng Yi's painter. Have I agreed to accept the draft? Do you think my salary is not high enough for you or the position is not big enough? Otherwise, what will the boss do for you?"

Feng Ling's voice was not loud, he said it in a low voice on purpose, probably he didn't even hear the lottery on the other side.

Yi Huajin really couldn't speak against him, so she had to think about other countermeasures, and suddenly had an idea: "I mainly want to go out for a stroll. It's too boring to stay in the hospital for too long."

This sentence really stunned Feng Ling for three seconds. In his impression, Yi Huajin was not someone who liked to wander around.

But he just frowned slightly: "If your legs are better, come out."

"Your injury is not healed, you are still a workaholic every day."

Feng Ling suddenly smiled. He stretched out his hand and stroked Yi Huajin's hanging hair as if pampering him, and whispered in his ear: "Okay, if you want to go shopping, I will accompany you, but there is a condition."

Yi Huajin suddenly had a bad premonition, especially when she saw his ghostly smile, her heart was terrified.

And the two of them sat across from each other to sign flowers, ate a mouthful of dog food, and finally had no choice but to ask awkwardly: "Yishen... this can't be your husband?"

Yi Huajin didn't have any emotions: "Divorced."

"Ah... here." Signing flowers felt even more awkward, so I had to stand up: "Then if it's not convenient for you today, you can make an appointment at another day, I... I'll go first... See you later!"

After all, it quickly disappeared without a trace.

Yi Huajin looked at his quickly disappearing back, dazed in a daze, but was recalled by Feng Ling's words: "Xiaojin, your leg is hurt, I'll go shopping with you, okay?"

Yi Huajin:? ? ?