Scumbag regrets after divorce

The sky outside was very gloomy, just like Yi Huajin's mood.

He left the company, ate something casually, then bought a pack of cigarettes from the convenience store, leaned on the street lamp, and lit it.

In the busy city, countless pedestrians passing by, they all have their goals and destinations, but they have nothing.

It seems that I haven't contacted my parents for a long time. After Yi Huajin smoked one, she dialed her mother's phone number, and the other party answered quickly: "Hey, Xiaojin, you are not busy~"

"Well, Mom, I've been very free recently."

"Go home when you're free, and it's not far away. Your father and I miss you very much."

To be honest, Yi Huajin didn't want to go back, because every time she went back, her parents would ask why Fengling didn't come to accompany you.

Feng Ling is so "busy", how could he have time to accompany him home.

When I asked him before, I just smiled helplessly and explained that he was the big boss, but now I ask... that's not torturing myself to death.

Of course, this cannot be blamed on his parents, because almost no one knows about his miserable situation, and it is even less likely for him to let his parents know and worry about himself.

He had no choice but to politely decline: "Well... Maybe it won't be a while, and I won't be busy for a day or two. The company will start a new project soon, and I will do the original painting settings in the early stage."

What he said was the truth, what the original artist did was the pre-production, not to mention that he was still drawing the manuscript and could only do the pre-setting, but he also lied.

Because of the next project, Feng Ling should not let himself intervene again.

"Hey... okay, you're busy, you're busy, I don't see you a few times throughout the year, especially Young Master Feng, we haven't seen each other since we got married."

There was resentment in what she said, Yi Huajin could hear it, and could only apologize helplessly: "Sorry, I will definitely take him back next time."

But, there will be no next time.

"I'm not blaming you two, as long as you two have a good life, come back when you're done, mom is in no hurry."

Yi Huajin panicked in her heart: "Yes."

Afterwards, they casually chatted about some family matters, and then hung up the phone.

The moment he hung up the phone, he leaned against the street lamp behind him and raised his face, heaved a long sigh of relief, just as a drop of rain from the sky fell into his eyes, and then slowly slid down from the corner of his eyes to his chin, just like his tears .

But he didn't cry. He hasn't cried since he can remember, and he won't cry because of that scumbag.

"Clatter——" The heavy rain just fell down without any warning and drenched his whole body by surprise.

He stood in the rain for some time, and didn't intend to take shelter from the rain.

The top of the head suddenly became dark, and the rain on the head disappeared, replaced by a black umbrella.

Before Yi Huajin could turn her head, she heard a very familiar bass voice: "Huajin, long time no see~"

He didn't recognize who it was, but he turned around and took a look before he recognized it: "Ye Ze?"

Ye Ze is his college classmate, from the same department, Department of Traditional Fine Arts.

"Ah, you still remember me, I haven't seen you for two or three years."

"Of course I remember." Yi Huajin smiled slightly: "Anyway, we had the best relationship back then, and you also know that I am cold and not very good at making friends... I have been busy these years, so I have lost contact with you."

He really doesn't have many friends. Apart from work, he devotes himself to Fengling and art every day, and has little time to pay attention to other things.

But Ye Ze smacked his lips jokingly: "Oh, you are a big celebrity in the circle, how dare you bother to take notes?"

Yi Huajin also knew that he was joking, he usually has this personality, warm and casual, and sunny and handsome.

He casually replied: "It's okay, it's just a little famous in the circle."

"I went to see your art exhibition. It's pretty good. It's still your style. But I heard it's stopped. What's the matter?"

Yi Huajin really didn't want to answer this question, so she had to be perfunctory: "It's nothing, I don't want to do it anymore."

Seeing that Yi Huajin obviously didn't like this topic, Ye Ze thoughtfully didn't bring it up again, but asked another question: "That... you and Feng Ling... um... are you okay?"

Yi Huajin wanted to strangle him to death. It was really lucky that he hadn't been beaten by the society for so many years.

"It's not bad, what's the matter?" He replied pretending to be calm.

"Oh, that's good."

Yi Huajin could hear his sense of loss, and couldn't help but have some questions: "You don't seem to wish us both well?"

"No, no, no." Ye Ze hastily denied: "Of course I wish you both well, after all, you have liked him for so many years, and finally got your wish, and I even attended your wedding!"

"Yes." Yi Huajin could only spit out this vague word.

Wedding... What a beautiful word, how could it be ruined by myself into "worry".

"I really didn't mean anything else just now... I asked because you have been working for him. Your concept characters and scenes are very good... It just so happens that I have also opened an art outsourcing company these years, and I have a big order ..."

Ye Ze's attitude was hesitant, but Yi Huajin also understood what he meant: "Ask me for help?"

"Yes." Now that he understood, Ye Ze simply admitted, "I outsourced the paintings to Lian Hua."

Of course Yi Huajin knew about this company, and it was also a film and television animation company, which happened to be "Feng Yi"'s deadly enemy.

Although "Fengyi" still dominates the title of No. [-] in the country, this newly emerging company has quickly caught up in just two years, and it is very likely that it will overtake it in a few years.

"You also know that I belong to Feng Yi, so I may not be able to help you with this." Yi Huajin subconsciously declined.

"I know, but you're not Feng Yi's contracted painter, you're just a freelance painter who pays you a piece of money for painting, which is equivalent to being outsourced by Feng Yi, even if it's for other companies, it's not too much, right? "

"Besides, you took my order and didn't take Lian Hua. The price is not a problem. You can open it as you like. Their company is not short of money."

Yi Huajin thought of Feng Ling's face of wanting to cut her back. He was the one who betrayed him first. Could it be that he really wants to wait for death and let him slaughter him?

But he still didn't agree immediately, but asked another question: "I can only draw manuscripts, not cg." (cg refers to computer graphics)

"This... Although what they require is CG submission, but I think your foundation and color sense are so good, it must not be a problem."

CG is a painting method that has only become popular in recent years, mainly due to the rise of the Internet industry. Many people choose computer graphics and spread it through the Internet, so that more people can see your works.

But Yi Huajin has never tried this, insisting on drawing manuscripts and staying in her comfort zone, refusing to jump out.

Mainly for a concept original artist, there is actually no difference between producing a manuscript and producing a cg. After all, this is just a set drawing, not a finished product, as long as people can understand the design. Besides, in Fengyi, no one dares to Point fingers at his pictures.

But the commercial value of cg is wider, it can be used as a beauty propaganda, and cg is easier to be accepted by young people. (Meishuan is an art publicity picture, usually an illustration with a particularly strong sense of atmosphere.)

Sure enough, Ye Ze quickly went on to say: "They want us to publish a US announcement setting map first, and only then require cg."

In fact, beauty announcement is not the responsibility of the original artist, but it is not impossible for Yi Huajin to draw. It seems that their company has a plan for this project, and they want to do publicity first before launching it.

"Give me time to think about it." Yi Huajin still didn't rush to agree, he didn't really want to betray Feng Ling, even if that person didn't want him at all and wanted to drive him out.

"Well, then you can think about it, I won't force you to give me an answer immediately."

Yi Huajin walked away in silence for a while, seeing that the rain had stopped, she suddenly remembered and asked, "How do you know I'm in the company?"

Ye Ze put away his umbrella with an embarrassed smile: "Aren't you always a workaholic, isn't it normal in the company?"

"You can actually draw, right? Why do you have to find me?"

"This... I haven't painted for several years, and I gave birth after I switched to business." Ye Ze was a little evasive.

Yi Huajin felt that something was wrong, but she didn't ask any further questions. Anyway, Ye Ze would definitely not harm herself. He has no heart, and is different from some people.

There are two types of successful businessmen in this world. One is the unscrupulous chosen one who is ruthless and capable, so he will succeed no matter what, such as Feng Ling.

One is the up-and-comers who want to make ends meet, they are not greedy and down-to-earth, and although they can succeed, they cannot achieve greater achievements, such as Ye Ze.

But from his understanding of Ye Ze, he always feels that he is good at drawing and painting, and his personality may not be suitable for mixing in the business circle. The bosses in the business circle are all ruthless characters like Feng Ling. He has to be smashed into scum in seconds.

Although the rain stopped, Yi Huajin's clothes and hair were still dripping, Ye Ze took a look and said, "You're completely soaked, why don't I take you home, change clothes quickly, or you'll catch a cold."

"No, I'll just take a taxi back."

But Ye Ze insisted: "What kind of car to take, my car is nearby, just wait, one minute."

As soon as the voice fell, he quickly ran away.

Yi Huajin actually didn't want to go home, if those two were still there, wouldn't Ye Ze know her situation?

But there was nothing he could do about this kind of overly enthusiastic person, because within a minute, Ye Ze drove the car in front of him.

"Come on, I'll see you off, you're all old classmates."

Yi Huajin thought that anyway, Ye Ze only delivered it to the door, and didn't enter the door, so he probably wouldn't be able to find out, but it would be strange if he refused too much.

He simply opened the door and got in the car, took off his soaked suit and threw it in the back seat.

The long hair was still dripping, and it was wet on his neck. It was very sticky and uncomfortable. He took out a knot from his pocket, and tied a small raised knot behind his head.

Ye Ze started the car, and although he looked ahead, he saw Yi Huajin's movements, not to mention that he took off his coat and his white shirt was soaked through, so he could clearly see his skin.

His lips were a little dry, and beads of sweat kept gushing out from his forehead, especially the movement of Yi Huajin's hair, every frame was provocative.

After tying her hair, Yi Huajin noticed that Ye Ze's expression was not quite right, she was short of breath and blushed, and asked puzzledly, "Are you drunk driving? Are you okay... No, I'll come."

"No, just sit still..." Ye Ze replied with a guilty conscience.

Yi Huajin didn't ask any further questions, but leaned against the car window and narrowed her eyes: "Call me when you get there."

"it is good……"