Scumbag regrets after divorce

It was past ten o'clock in the evening, and almost all the people in the company had left, and Yi Huajin didn't want to endure it any longer. He was always being tossed by Feng Ling these days, and he was too tired to bear it at all.

As soon as he put down the sketch in his hand, he turned his head and found a figure sitting beside him. He was startled, and asked calmly, "When did you sit here?!"

Feng Ling leaned on the seat with his chest folded, showing a doting smile: "I came a long time ago. Three hours ago, you were too serious about painting."

"You've been really free recently."

Feng Ling smiled but said nothing, snatched the sketch from Yi Huajin's hand, pinched his chin and looked it over carefully: "Not bad~"

Yi Huajin felt that he had taken the wrong medicine. He had never praised himself before, so he only complained.

After viewing the painting, Feng Ling returned the painting, took out a small lunch box from nowhere, and handed it to Yi Huajin: "I know you haven't eaten tonight."

Yi Huajin didn't answer, he just stretched out his hand and pinched Fengling's face hard, only to hear a scream, he murmured to himself: "It's a real person, I thought I saw a ghost."

Feng Ling covered his pinched and swollen face and said dissatisfiedly, "What are you doing!"

"You're not right." Yi Huajin replied truthfully.

"You said you want me to be a helper, and I can't draw pictures. What's wrong with sending you a meal?"

Yi Huajin glanced at him, showing contempt in her eyes: "I want to find a management assistant."

Feng Ling saw that Yi Huajin didn't pick up the lunch box, so he consciously opened the lunch box: "I sorted out the task list for you, and you will be too busy in the future, so I will approve the list."

The moment the lunch box was opened, the faint fragrance of glutinous rice permeated the whole room. Yi Huajin stared at this ordinary glutinous rice porridge, and couldn't help but stared blankly, not answering Feng Ling's words.

Feng Ling saw him staring at the porridge in a daze, and smiled faintly: "Porridge nourishes the stomach, mainly because I don't know what you like to eat."

Yi Huajin raised her eyes and looked at him calmly: "Ten years, and three years of marriage, don't you know?"

"It's weird, I don't like you, why should I know what you like to eat?"

While showing a mocking smile, Yi Huajin nodded in agreement: "It makes sense, it makes sense."

So he also quickly refused: "I don't like porridge, it's tasteless."

Feng Ling couldn't help but scooped up a spoonful and brought it to his lips: "Young Master Feng made it myself, how dare you say you don't like it?"

Yi Huajin simply admired his level of self-righteousness. If it was in ancient times, if he didn't become the emperor, he would definitely be cut off by the emperor.

But he still didn't drink: "I don't believe you will cook for me."

"Believe it or not, if you don't believe me, just treat it as my ordered takeaway. Anyway, you have to give it to me today, or I will let you drink more delicious porridge."

"Tasty... porridge?" Yi Huajin reacted for a moment, and finally understood what Feng Ling meant.

He's a crazy driver, and he's always doing this kind of hidden car.

There was no other way, Feng Ling's spoon was almost poked into his mouth, so Yi Huajin could only reluctantly take a sip, but he didn't expect...it was unexpectedly delicious.

It's not without taste, it has a faint milky fragrance and the fragrance of mint. It looks like a bowl of porridge.

"You told me before that you don't know how to cook." Yi Huajin remembered the question she had asked before.

Feng Ling stirred the porridge and fed it a spoonful: "I don't know how to do it, but I can't eat the food you cook, so I have to learn some by myself."

Yi Huajin didn't expect him to diss her, a little unhappy, silently swallowed the porridge he handed over, and didn't speak any more.

Seeing that he was willing to eat, Feng Ling didn't bother to continue feeding the porridge one spoon at a time until the porridge bottomed out, and he asked casually, "What do you like to eat?"

Yi Huajin gave him a strange look: "What are you doing?"

"Make you fatter, otherwise I'm afraid that others will accuse me of mistreating employees, and I will be forced to work without food."

"Why were you not afraid of others suing you before?"

"You used to do it voluntarily, and I didn't force you."

Yi Huajin felt that Feng Ling was the only one who had a good match in the quarrel, and he didn't have time to quarrel with him, and then remembered that he had to pretend to be good, so he decisively shut up and didn't refute.

"I don't like anything, but there are a lot of things I don't like. I don't like fishy, ​​salty, fried, bitter, spicy and irritating food. If you have to do it, be careful to avoid it."

Feng Ling opened the memo on the phone, typed this sentence in, and asked lightly, "Is there any more?"

"I don't like anything high in sugar, such as cream, chocolate, sugar, or milk tea."

Feng Ling typed this sentence in half, stopped his hands and looked at Yi Huajin: "You don't eat high-calorie food, you will be fat."

"I'm 115 pounds, and I'm not considered thin, so I don't need to deliberately gain weight."

Feng Ling glanced at him: "Your height is 181."

"It's okay." Yi Huajin also looked at Feng Ling's figure: "You are so thin, are you embarrassed to say me?"

"I'm 20 pounds heavier than you."

"You are 5 centimeters taller than me."

Feng Ling put down his phone and showed a speechless expression: "Yi Huajin, do you have to be entangled with me about this? I will make you fatter and I will feel better when playing. Are you forcing me to tell the truth?"

Yi Huajin knew that he had no good intentions, as expected all his actions were to serve his desires.

No wonder he didn't even touch the real master recently, because An Ruixuan was almost as thin as himself.

"Then you can just find a substitute toy that feels better." Yi Huajin replied without thinking.

"You sound nice."

He's driving again! ! !

Yi Huajin was extremely embarrassed by his words, she raised her forehead hair to cover up her unnatural expression, but Feng Ling still caught her.

Feng Ling laughed playfully, and lightly pinched Yi Huajin's chin and leaned over to kiss him: "I never realized you are a beauty before, it seems that I was too impatient and didn't tj you well, which caused me to miss ten Happy New Year~”

There was no one in the company at this point, Yi Huajin felt the ambiguous kiss from Feng Ling, and always felt that something bad was about to happen again.

But Feng Ling didn't do anything except kiss, he stood up first: "Today, I will take you home."

Yi Huajin also stood up: "No, I live far away."

He still lives in the original place, which is next to Ye Ze's company, not too far away, but he is afraid that Feng Ling will get sick again and trouble Ye Ze if he finds out.

Feng Ling's illness is a paranoid personality with strong possessiveness that is visible to the naked eye. Whether he likes it or not, even if it is something he doesn't want, he will not allow others to get involved.

"It doesn't matter where I live with you." Feng Ling grabbed his hand and dragged him downstairs involuntarily.

The galaxy outside was bright, and Yi Huajin hadn't seen such a dazzling starry sky for a long time.

He followed Feng Ling into his car, and noticed that the direction he was driving... seemed to be the direction home.

When he said "go home", he really went home.

It's just that Yi Huajin knew the destination, but she didn't feel any joy in her heart.

What to do at home, from the moment Fengling brought An Ruixuan home, he never wanted to go back to that home again.

But he held back the resentment and disgust in his heart, and for the ultimate goal, he would do anything at all.