Scumbag regrets after divorce

Although Yi Huajin said that she didn't want to go to the comic exhibition, in fact, she was already formulating a specific plan for the comic exhibition in her heart.

In an ancient city like Jiangnan, there are not many comic exhibitions, because generally comic exhibitions are held in more developed coastal cities.

However, if a different comic exhibition is combined with cultural characteristics, it will become a hit, and it will naturally drive the development of the local comic exhibition.

It can also effectively promote your own movies.

So he specially made up his mind, if he really cosplayed in women's clothes, would he die?

It seems... nothing.

There are many unpopular women's clothing up owners on the Internet, and they are very popular, which shows that this kind of contrasting appearance is indeed eye-catching.

Otherwise... try?

Anyway, there are only two endings, one is to try and die, and the other is to finally become as thick as Feng Ling!

Sure enough, if you marry a chicken, you will marry a dog. If you marry a chicken, you will marry a dog.

Yi Huajin sighed faintly. It was half an hour before Fengling handed over the drawing, and he didn't know what the hell he could draw.

Yi Huajin had no hope at all.

Half an hour later, Feng Ling pushed the door in triumphantly, and showed Yi Huajin the picture on the tablet with confidence: "How about it, don't say it's exactly the same, is the charm enough?"

Yi Huajin glanced at it and was instantly stunned.

Isn't this drawn by He Su, did he blur the strokes a little bit? This cheating is too obvious!

But he deliberately pretended not to see it, and acted against Feng Ling: "Well, it's not bad, did you draw it?"

Feng Ling answered without blushing, "Of course I drew it, I have the psd file."

Yi Huajin thought to herself: I forgot that his psychological quality is excellent, and the shooter can't even shake.

"Then tell me about your painting steps."

Feng Ling had expected that he would ask such a question, he had asked He Su before, and he recited it intact, saying the truth.

Yi Huajin knew that she had made a mistake after listening halfway through, and it was really difficult to expose him.

"What else do you need to interrogate?" Feng Ling had already seen through Yi Huajin, even if he found out that he had cheated, there would be no evidence, so he showed a ghostly smirk unscrupulously.

Yi Huajin was not convinced, and directly called He Su: "Come to my office, I have something to ask you."

He Su is a person who can't lie, if you ask him, he will definitely tell the truth.

He Su came in after a while, and took a special look at Feng Ling when he entered the door, with the subtext of "I can't do it, it's up to you" written all over his face.

Yi Huajin didn't want to go around in circles with them, so she went straight to the point: "He Su, does this picture have anything to do with you?"

He Su didn't reply, and was still silently looking at Fengling.

Before Feng Ling could reply, Yi Huajin mocked: "Don't look at it, if you look at it again, I will wish you two a good relationship for a hundred years."

Feng Ling smiled easily: "I did draw the picture, if you don't believe me, I will draw it again on the spot for you to see."

Yi Huajin was stunned, not understanding why he suddenly wanted to expose himself.

Is he on the fifth floor?

After Feng Ling finished speaking, he took out the tablet and pen, and after the canvas was built, he really started to make sketches.

Yi Huajin couldn't believe that he could use the board painting so proficiently, and it was a flat board painting, which was harder to master than a hand-painted board, and he had to practice for several days before he became proficient.

Even He Su showed an expression of disbelief.

In fact, Feng Ling understood the psychology of the two of them. The two of them must have thought that they could not draw, so it was enough to show their skills a little. In fact, he could only make sketches, and he practiced for a whole day.

Besides, it takes a long time to finish drawing a picture, and the process is very boring, so they won't keep staring at it.

Sure enough, 10 minutes later, Yi Huajin sat back in her original position with her arms crossed: "Forget it, I'll trust you for now."

It's meaningless to entangle with Feng Ling any longer, he has a lot of tricks, is eloquent and thick-skinned, even if it is false, he can say it is true.

"Then, are you going to the manga exhibition with me?" Feng Ling stopped the pen in his hand: "Wearing women's cosplay?"

Yi Huajin nodded slightly, still a little shy.

Seeing that he agreed, Feng Ling winked at He Su, and whispered to him, "He's relented."

Yi Huajin's heart was indeed relented, since Feng Ling wanted to see it, let him wear it.

"Have you thought about the venue of the comic exhibition?" Yi Huajin turned the topic back to the business.

Feng Ling thought for a while, then looked at Yi Huajin: "What do you think is good?"

"I don't agree with going to Kyoto and Shangshen. The comic exhibitions there are already well developed, and it's hard for us to make a head start. So I suggest holding it in this city. The Central World Pavilion is good."

"Just to my liking."

He Su reminded: "What is the theme, have you thought about it?"

"Jiangnan, misty rain, ancient rhyme." Yi Huajin took the pen in Fengling's hand, wrote and drew on the tablet, and within a minute sketched out a picture of the pavilion scene with the charm of Jiangnan: "This is what I conceived before. A good arrangement, probably like this."

The picture is a bit sketchy, but Feng Ling understood it, and he gave Yi Huajin a thumbs up: "Okay, I'll follow your orders, I'll arrange someone to make it."

"It just so happens that I know some wives in the fandom, and I can ask them to help with publicity."

"Well, if you can contact the people here, I can pay them a lot of money."

Yi Huajin raised her eyebrows: "Didn't you say you were too poor to hire others?"

Feng Ling pretended to be amnesiac: "Is there any? No... I am a domineering president, how could I be poor?"

Yi Huajin looked at him contemptuously, and issued an order to evict the guest: "You can go out if you have nothing to do. I will discuss a specific plan with He Su."

Feng Ling looked down at the time and found that it was already noon: "Well, I'll cook for you when I go home. I'm going to have fried steak today, medium rare or medium rare?"

"Mid-rare, make an extra serving, what else is there?" Yi Huajin said lightly.

Feng Ling's head was smoking, and he said to He Su angrily, "Are you sure, do you want to eat?"

He Su pushed the glasses in embarrassment, but found that she had already replaced them with contact lenses, so she had no choice but to withdraw her hands and asked Yi Huajin, "Do I want to eat... or do I not want to eat...?"

"If you want to eat, let him do it." Yi Huajin pushed Feng Ling out of the door: "Don't bother us for an hour."

Then, the door was slammed shut with a "bang", throwing him outside.

This is actually commonplace.

After he closed the door and came back, He Su asked him in a low voice, "Is this okay?"

Yi Huajin walked back with her hands in her pockets and sat down. She ignored He Su's question and continued to draw the venue layout.

But while he was painting, he was actually thinking: Fengling shouldn't be such a person who gives up so easily, besides, it's not like he didn't get the sweetness.

He was gnawed on by him for half an hour yesterday, and the red marks on his body have not gone down until now.

He Su should have seen the red marks when he came in, but he didn't mention it.

"He Su." Yi Huajin painted for a while and then called him: "Aren't you considering finding someone, you are not young anymore."

"..." He Su was silent, not answering.

"Is there anyone in the company interested?"

He Su paused for a long time before slowly opening his mouth: "You know it well, I won't fall in love with others."

"I know, but... I just don't want you to waste time on me."

"It's my business not to waste the waste, it has nothing to do with you."

The pen in Yi Huajin's hand froze, he looked up at He Su, and saw persistence in his pupils.

Just like he was back then, he loved Feng Ling obsessively, but got nothing.

Delusionally waiting for a turning point, but in the end... it did happen.

The world is always changing, how much Feng Ling hated him back then, how much he regrets now.

I don't know if I will regret it in the future.

But in fact, Yi Huajin didn't want He Su to go her own way, even if there was a one-ten-thousandth possibility, it would be too tiring.

"One thing you need to know, if you continue like this, I will feel uneasy." Yi Huajin knew that this hurt someone, but if it didn't hurt him, why would he turn around.

"It's okay. I'll leave when I'm done with my work. I plan to go abroad."

Yi Huajin didn't mean that, but He Su was too cool!

"Then if I remarry Feng Ling, will you stop being nostalgic?"

He Su lowered his eyes and answered after a while: "Probably..."

"So you're actually waiting for me to let him go completely?"

"Yes……"

Yi Huajin was silent, he was wondering if Feng Ling deserved to be forgiven.

To love or not to love is one thing, but to not forgive is another.

But it's useless to think so much at the moment, I still have to put all my energy on saving Feng Yi.

Nothing else.

The two of them didn't say a word after that, and He Su stayed there for almost half an hour before leaving without waiting for Feng Ling to come.

But when Feng Ling came, he really obediently brought three steaks, but he didn't see He Su when he entered the door, so he asked curiously, "Where are the others?"

"Let's go." Yi Huajin said this, but his eyes caught sight of the steak in the lunch box, which was heart-shaped.

There are carved radish flowers and green leaves around it as a backdrop, not to mention quite artistic.

"Do you like it?" Feng Ling noticed Yi Huajin's eyes and felt that he must be satisfied with his elaborate design.

"You said it's not good for you to use it, use a radish." Yi Huajin picked up the radish flower casually, and said with a half smile, "What are you metaphorizing?"

Feng Ling: "..."

Yi Huajin didn't have time to talk to him about these useless things, so she showed him the picture she had just drawn: "I refined it and added some atmosphere."

On the canvas, there is a piece of unique landscape buildings in the south of the Yangtze River, shrouded in hazy mist and rain.

All the landscapes of the exhibition are ancient charm, and the people inside are also cosplay in ancient costumes.

Looking at the picture, Feng Ling pinched his chin and fell into deep thought. After a while, he seemed to have some eyebrows: "I think it's best to simulate the hazy mist and rain at the scene, and some equipment may be needed."

"I think so too, after all, it's not spring."

"It's another big expense." Feng Ling was a little tangled, and his heartache was visible to the naked eye.

Yi Huajin knew that he still had no money, so she suddenly reminded him: "You can sell your kidney."

"Okay, I'll sell it tomorrow." As Feng Ling spoke, he had already cut the steak on the plate, and he inserted a piece and handed it to Yi Huajin: "But I sold it, what do you use?"