After the divorce, it was found that the ex-husband was pregnant [Zerg]

When Wei Ran went out again, the rain was already getting heavier.

Not long after Wei Ran arrived at the studio, Fang Zheng also came early.

"Exactly." After putting down the umbrella, Fangzheng took out the computer from the bag he was protecting.

Wei Ran looked.

"Look." Fangzheng took out a piece of paper to wipe off the water on his hands, turned on the computer, found a folder, clicked on it, and pushed the computer in front of Weiran.

In the folder are all kinds of beautiful illustrations.

After Fangzheng returned home last night, he stayed up late and worked overtime. He sorted out all the painters and studios he had contacted after graduation, and asked Weiran to choose a suitable style of painting from them to make a promotional picture.

A beautiful promotional picture can attract many players to the game, Wei Ran dare not underestimate it, and immediately gathers her attention to take a closer look.

Fangzheng also sat aside, wanting to watch it with Weiran.

Wei Ran thought it was not a difficult task until he looked at hundreds of pictures in a row.

Most of the pictures that can be regarded as examples are the proud works of the painters, and the lines and colors are quite delicate.

At the beginning, Wei Ran could tell which example pictures were better and more in line with his wishes. After seeing a lot, he couldn't even tell which pictures he had seen and which ones he hadn't. All the pictures seemed to be similar.

After reading all the pictures in the folder in one go, Wei Ran's whole head was dizzy.

Fangzheng was not much better than him. After the two exchanged a glance, they straightened their corpses on their workstations.

At 08:30, other people in the studio came one after another, and the whole studio gradually became lively.

At ten o'clock, Fangzheng cheered up and left the reception room.

Outside, other employees have voluntarily continued the outsourcing work they took on before.

After Fangzheng washed his face, he took the initiative to mention the next arrangement to everyone.

The Weiran game will soon be put into production, and similarly, the signing of the confidentiality contract will also be on the agenda.

In terms of confidentiality, if you join the core team and sign a contract, you will not be allowed to leave your job within the next five years, and you must not leak their game-related content, otherwise the studio will have the right to pursue legal responsibility.

In terms of remuneration, they are just a small studio now, so of course they can't afford the favorable remuneration conditions of Beluga, so after discussing with Fangzheng, Weiran decided to take out a part of the shares as dividends for several people on the basis of the current remuneration.

If their game becomes popular, everyone will enjoy a considerable amount of dividends within three years after the game is released.

Wei Ran did not take part in the conversation, and handed it over to Fang Zheng.

After all, Fangzheng has been with them for more than three months and knows their temperament better.

Wei Ran looked towards the glass door, and saw that Fangzheng had finished talking about the general situation and took someone to the temporarily arranged conversation room for a detailed discussion, then focused and continued to look at his picture.

While looking at the picture, Wei Ran took the printing paper next to him and drew on the picture, and wanted to draw the picture he wanted in the form of a draft.

His painting skills are average, but it is enough to express what he wants.

The main scene of his game is in the virgin forest on the island, and the promotional posters naturally feature the island and the forest as the main scene.

In midsummer, the scorching sun hangs high, and the sunlight penetrates the thick and lush canopy, and falls to the ground from the gaps, coating the fallen leaves and grass hidden under the canopy with a layer of halo.

In early autumn, the wind is blowing, the autumn leaves are falling, and the sun is no longer aggressive when it falls among the trees, but reveals a bit of laziness and sleepiness.

At the foot of the big tree, several rabbits were either gnawing on the green grass or raising their heads to be alert.On the branches, chubby little birds lined up, their heads lowered while chirping, as if they were studying the rabbits below.In the sky, the falcon circled.Grassland, wild beasts creeping...

"Want to help?" A voice suddenly sounded.

Wei Ran, who was completely immersed in the picture, suddenly woke up and was startled.

He looked back and saw that Wu Mingyi had entered the reception room at some point and was standing by the desk watching him draw.

Wu Mingyi smiled and put a cup of instant coffee in front of Weiran.

Wei Ran looked outside the door, "Are you done?"

He remembered that Fangzheng still had a certain amount of outsourced work. If the outsourcer signed the contract, they must complete the task within the specified time.

Wu Mingyi followed suit, and seeing other employees who were busy, he shrugged, "It's almost done, and they can handle the rest by themselves in the next two days. I think you are quite busy, so come here to help."

As he said that, Wu Mingyi reached out for the painting that Wei Ran had just drawn.

Seeing it, Wei Ran put away the remaining paintings and put them in a drawer.

The painting he is drawing now is only a rough draft, just an explanation to the painter of what picture he wants, not a confidential document, but he still doesn't like Wu Mingyi's familiar approach.

After getting the picture, Wu Mingyi looked through the kindergarten-style picture in his hand with a complicated expression, "You drew this?"

"Ah."

Wu Mingyi raised his head again and saw Weiran put away the rest of the pictures, he raised his eyebrows.

"We all come from the same school, don't we need to be so alien?" Wu Mingyi smiled and returned the painting to Weiran.

Wei Ran smiled and said nothing.

The smile on Wu Mingyi's face was a little stiff, "That's fine, I'll go and watch them first, and let them finish their work quickly."

With that said, Wu Mingyi walked outside.

Seeing Wu Mingyi leave, Wei Ran heaved a sigh of relief.

Fangzheng had disclosed the matter of the confidentiality contract to all the employees before, and given them enough time to think about it, it was easier to talk about it now.

After three or four in the afternoon, when Fangzheng entered the room with several contracts after talking with everyone, Weiran had already reached a rough conclusion.

From all the painters, he selected three who were relatively better at drawing landscape animals, and drew a dozen or so sketches by himself.

"Except for one who is not sure whether they will stay in this city in the future, everyone else has signed." Fangzheng heaved a sigh of relief. They will need manpower next, and of course it is best to cooperate with those who know the basics.

"Look at it." Wei Ran handed the picture she drew to Fang Zheng.

"You..." Fangzheng took the painting and fell silent when he saw the painting style of Weiran's kindergarten class.

But Fangzheng felt relieved after thinking about it, anyway, it wasn't him who had the headache.

After Fangzheng confirmed that there was no major problem, he went to the side to contact the painter, and asked for a few pictures to come out to see the effect.

The game needs to use a lot of pictures, so picture modeling is also a very important part of the whole game.

Moby Whale has done a very good job in this regard. All the games they produced have a very high image quality, and the characters and backgrounds are quite exquisite. Many players even fell into the trap because of the style of painting.

Taking advantage of Fangzheng's busy moment, Weiran got up and moved his body. Sitting for a long time made his waist sore and his legs ache.

During the movement, Wei Ran habitually took her mobile phone and found Lin Shenzhi's WeChat account to open it.

He clicked on the input box, and when it was time to edit the information, he suddenly remembered what happened before.

Wei Ran was slightly startled, turned off the phone, and put it down.

Wei Ran walked to the window and looked outside, it was pitch black outside the window.

The rain was still falling, and the thick clouds were getting lower and lower with the constant thunder. It was only three or four in the afternoon, but it was like late night, and I could hardly see my fingers.

The dense raindrops of big and big drops came all over the sky, crackling and smashing hard on the building, as if they were going to smash the roof, which made people uneasy.

Lin Chenzhi stood by the window, quietly watching the heavy rain outside.

Lightning flashed, and his face was reflected on the glass.

Pale skin, deep eyebrows, black with a bit of weird and mysterious lines, and the insect patterns emerging from the corners of his eyes made him seem to be wearing an exquisite mask.

"Still can't put it away?" Chen Jiyun asked.

"Yeah." Lin Chenzhi withdrew his gaze, turned and went back to the room.

In the room, Chen Jiyun was sitting on the sofa looking at his mobile phone.

While speaking, Chen Jiyun saw the worm marks on Lin Chenzhi's face, and sighed softly, "...you are too nervous."

Ever since Lin Shenxia made up his mind to kill the child in his belly last night, the worm marks on his face have not disappeared for a moment. They were going to sneak back to get the computer this morning, but they have been delayed until now because of this.

Lin Chenzhi remained silent.

"Why don't you forget it? It would hurt your body too." Chen Jiyun suggested.

Lin Chenzhi glanced at Chen Jiyun, then looked at the heavy rain outside the window, "Go now, it happens that there is no one on the road when it rains."

Chen Jiyun hesitated to speak, he wanted to say something to persuade Lin Chenzhi, but he swallowed the words again.

Lin Chenzhi was already in a bad mood, if he could accept this incident calmly, the worm marks on his face would not be unable to put away since last night.

That is not only Weiran's child, but also Lin Shenzhi's child.

Unlike Weiran, Lin Shenzhi liked this child because it was Weiran's child.

Lin Chenzhi took the phone, found Weiran's WeChat account, edited the message and sent it, "Busy?"

Weiran, who was resting, heard the reminder and saw Lin Shenzhi's profile picture on the screen, her breath was light and stagnant.

Wei Ran took the phone and replied, "Yes."

"How's it going?"

"The progress is going well." After the message was sent, Wei Ran immediately clicked to edit again. He wanted to ask when Lin Chenzhi would come back, but after editing the message, he looked at it and deleted it again.

"Things on my side are going well, and I should be able to go back in a week."

Wei Ran felt a pain in her throat.

Wei Ran pretended not to know, and followed Lin Shenzhi's words: "Do you need me to pick you up at the airport?"

"Need not."

"Are you in the studio now?"

"Yes." Wei Ran was stunned.

"Then you are busy first." Lin Chenzhi said.

After confirming that Wei Ran was not at home in the studio, Lin Shenzhi put away his phone and looked at Chen Jiyun.

Chen Jiyun got up from the sofa and took the car keys and umbrella.

When going out, Chen Jiyun went downstairs first to check if there was anyone in the corridor.

At this time and it was raining, there was no one on the road or in the garage, so the two went downstairs and entered the garage and got into the car.

The car drove out of the garage, and the rain poured down, crackling on the roof of the car window, deafening.

Lin Chenzhi sat in the back seat and turned his head to look out the window.

The thick cloud cover is very low, as if it will fall from the sky at any time, making people breathless.

In the studio, Wei Ran stared at the phone absently for a while, then returned to the desk and sat down absent-mindedly.

Fangzheng has already contacted one of the painters and was communicating. He sat on the stool and slid towards Weiran, "Why don't you come and tell him how to draw?"

Just a rough sketch is prone to errors, and Wei Ran's painting style is better than that of the kindergarten class.

"Hmm..." Wei Ran casually moved to Fangzheng's computer desk.

The few sketches he had drawn on the screen had already been sent. After reading the drafts, the painter on the opposite side returned a headache expression, as if he was about to cry.

Wei Ran sat down and got up again.

Wei Ran looked at Fangzheng, "Lend me your car."

"What?" Fangzheng was stunned.

"Car keys." Wei Ran stretched out her hand.

Fangzheng was puzzled, but he still took his car keys from the side drawer and handed them to Weiran, "Where are you going in such heavy rain?"

Wei Ran didn't answer, he immediately ran downstairs quickly after taking the car keys, wanting to go home.