Scumbag regrets after divorce

Unfortunately, I never walked into his heart.

Yi Huajin sat in a daze until the end of the movie, and then watched the two people pass by in front of her majesticly, talking and laughing intimately, Fengling rubbed the neck of the man in her arms affectionately, talking to him.

I couldn't hear what was said, but Yi Huajin could read lips and understood.

He said: "Tonight, let you, I have thought about this moment for too long."

Feng Ling is an expert in that area, he has no hope of being strong, and Yi Huajin just doesn't like this kind of thing, but he still starts every hour for an hour, and he can't get out of bed for half of the next day.

Just to accommodate him, if he likes it, let him have fun.

But even so, he still had to look outside.

Yi Huajin sat silently in the corner and watched the pair of figures disappear before his eyes again, sighed, stood up with his cold body, tassel earrings rippling, he straightened his white suit, and planned to leave.

If you still want to abuse yourself, you can consider going to the nearby Guohua Hotel or Super 7 Hotel to guard you. If you are a good character, you can still meet them.

However, I have abused myself for so long.

No matter how long the heart is soaked in the anesthetic, it will still convulse uncontrollably.

Yi Huajin drove home alone, and received a text message from Feng Ling when she got home: "Baby, I know you miss me, but I'm too busy, so I won't go back at night. Be good at home alone."

Yi Huajin replied casually: "Okay."

After entering the room and hanging his suit at the door, he threw himself and his mobile phone heavily on the sofa. He skillfully took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, opened it and took out one, picked it up with one hand, and nodded his head.

It was already evening, hazy smoke was spit out from the mouth in circles, countless nights, I sat on the sofa by myself, smoking.

If you can't quit smoking, you know it's bad, just like you know Feng Ling is a complete scumbag.

But the more hopeless it is, the more irresistible it is to get rid of it. People always learn things without learning, only to be cheap.

The diamond ring in her hand made a perfect imprint on her finger, and Yi Huajin finally took it off, even though it took a lot of effort.

He stared at it for a long time. The ring was designed by a famous jewelry designer. The shape of the platycodon flower is very special and delicate, while the diamond symbolizes eternity, and the platycodon flower symbolizes pure love. Together...not to mention the sarcasm.

In the end, Yi Huajin took it back with no spine.

Standing up, he poured himself a glass of scarlet.

The cold wine is in the throat, it is difficult to swallow.

The night is endless, no matter how many lights are turned on, the heart is still dark.

I lie to myself day after day, in the end... when will it end?

……

Yi Huajin was woken up by the phone ringing in the morning, and he would only turn on the vibration when he was at an art exhibition.

At first he thought it was Feng Ling, but he woke up from the sofa in a daze, took out his phone and saw that it was Xiao Nan.

After picking it up, he asked, "Xiao Nan, are you so diligent this morning?"

"Brother Jin, someone wants to buy your painting."

"If you buy a painting, you can buy it. You can make any price, and if the person accepts it, you can sell it. If you don't accept it, forget it."

Yi Huajin has always been so casual about selling paintings, he never cared how much his works are worth, this is his hobby, as long as he doesn't starve to death, he never thought about getting rich by doing this.

"No...he insisted on seeing you, saying that he admired you very much."

Yi Huajin rubbed her temples, and reluctantly agreed: "Okay, let him wait for half an hour, I'll be right there."

He is not very fond of fans, but sometimes he still gives fans some warmth.

After hanging up the phone, before having breakfast in time, Yi Huajin drove to the exhibition hall and arrived there in about half an hour.

He stepped into the exhibition hall with his front feet, Xiao Nan greeted him, and stretched out his palm to attract a tall figure: "This is Mr. An, I want to buy your painting."

The moment Yi Huajin's eyes fell on that person's face, he was startled. He rarely showed a shocked expression, but at this moment, he couldn't control it.

The brain is shutting down, this man...

Isn't this the person Feng Ling hugged yesterday!

An Ruixuan smiled politely and stretched out his palm in front of Yi Huajin, twitching the corner of his mouth: "God Yi, I have admired your name for a long time."

Yi Huajin didn't answer. He was well-bred since he was a child, so he is usually not so rude, but he is full of hostility towards his love rival.

"Why? Yishen doesn't like to shake hands with fans?" An Ruixuan was not embarrassed, and directly took his hand back: "If you don't hold it, don't hold it. Master's hands are delicate, and I don't know if the body is so delicate. I heard that It's very unplayable and makes someone very unhappy."

What's inside and outside the words, where is it a fan, it's clearly a mistress who comes to pick troubles for himself as the righteous one.

Yi Huajin understood his purpose, so she restrained her shock, and replied calmly: "Of course, the most delicate thing about a craftsman is his hands, not his body, so I'm sorry just now, mainly because I'm afraid that my hands will be dirty."

"You... you said I..." An Ruixuan trembled angrily.

Yi Huajin was not very happy looking at his pale face, because this face was the one most similar to her so far. Feng Ling messed around and it became more and more similar. Not tired?

"I'm just straight-talking, don't worry about it, don't you want to buy paintings, whichever one you like, it will be delivered to your door with free shipping."

"Hehehe, as far as your painting is worth, a pile of rubbish still has the face to hold an exhibition. By the way, Feng Ling did it for you. Without him, you are nothing?"

Xiao Nan was listening to the gunpowder-flavored conversation. He didn't want to intervene, but when he heard An Ruixuan insult Yi Huajin so much, he couldn't help but reply: "Feng Yi is just a partner, and our brother Jin's paintings are traditional art. , has collection value and belongs to intangible cultural heritage, you don’t need to buy it if you don’t understand it, it’s not necessary.”

"I don't understand?" An Ruixuan sneered, then took out a card from his pocket and handed it to Yi Huajin: "I want the b3 one, 100 million in the card, enough for you to hire a divorce lawyer."

What An Ruixuan was referring to was the picture of Feng Ling's back. It was painted by Yi Huajin ten years ago. It was different from other paintings in the exhibition hall. It was just an ordinary oil painting with a yellowish canvas.

In fact, this picture is not very important, people can't keep it, and it's meaningless to keep a back view. Although Yi Huajin didn't care about the 100 million, he still reached out and took it: "If you want it, take it."

"Brother Jin, you..." Xiao Nan hesitated, he knew the significance of that painting to Yi Huajin.

"I don't want that painting for a long time." Yi Huajin smiled easily: "It's better to sell it to someone you like."

"Then hopefully you don't want more than paintings."

As soon as An Ruixuan finished speaking, Yi Huajin called Xiao Nan to pack the paintings for him. In the past, the mistress came to bite him like crazy. Although this time it was worse than before, he didn't want to get too entangled.

Anyway, Feng Ling is tired of playing outside, and he will always go home to take a look at himself, and he is the right one.

He will not get divorced, and it is impossible to get divorced. No matter what line of work he is in, as long as he is a person standing on the top of the pyramid, he must pay attention to his external image, so he has to pretend to be a little bit when he plays, otherwise he will let others know that he is a scum Man, who still does business with him.

As soon as the painting was taken off the wall and was about to be packed, An Ruixuan pressed Xiao Nan's hand, took the painting and looked at it carefully: "Shen Yun is quite right, Ah Ling ten years ago...really Much like him."

Yi Huajin observed that in addition to admiration, there was also some faint regret in his expression.

Ten years... Another infatuated person who has loved Feng Ling for ten years?Then why start now?

Yi Huajin still had an indifferent and elegant smile on his thin lips. He didn't want to ask any questions, he just hoped that this person would take the painting and leave quickly.

But at the next moment, An Ruixuan took the picture frame and threw it against the wall suddenly, the picture frame cracked in an instant, exposing the fragile canvas, and he just tore up the painting in front of Yi Huajin .

Then, he threw it under his feet, stepped on it fiercely, and looked at Yi Huajin with a victorious smile: "I bought all the paintings, you don't mind treating it like this?"

Yi Huajin couldn't stop laughing.

He has a fire in his heart. Anyone who regards art as his hobby and his whole life will not allow his works to be spoiled like this, even if they have been sold.

"Security." Yi Huajin growled.

Several big men in uniform surrounded An Ruixuan.

An Ruixuan's expression tightened, as if he panicked: "You, what are you going to do!"

"We don't allow livestock to enter, and let them go out."

"You—" An Ruixuan just said a word, and the group of people grabbed his shoulders and arms, and escorted him to the door.

"Hahahaha—" He was still laughing, and the laughter echoed in the exhibition hall, attracting the attention of countless audiences.

Yi Huajin spat in a low voice: "Crazy."

Xiao Nan has already brought a cup of chrysanthemum tea over with great interest: "Brother Jin calms down, there is no need to get angry with this kind of mentally ill person."

Yi Huajin gave him the 100 million card in her hand: "Find a charity and donate it."

He took another sip of the cup of chrysanthemum tea, the bitter coolness calmed him down instantly, there was really no need to get angry with that kind of person.

Xiao Nan took the card and flipped it back and forth in his hand: "Donate again, you donate every time you earn a little money, and you don't have any savings... just in case... I mean just in case..."

He didn't dare to go on, fearing that if he said something wrong, he would poke Yi Huajin's back.

"There is no chance, he won't get divorced." Yi Huajin drank the bitter cup and walked to the smoking area.

Xiao Nan didn't follow, and he also knew that Yi Huajin wanted to smoke.