Scumbag regrets after divorce

Yi Huajin was typing on his laptop. He was searching for other information. He pretended that he had no time to eat because of work. Now that Feng Ling had handed it to his mouth, he took a bite mechanically, keeping his eyes on it. looking at the screen.

The taste was as good as ever, but he was not in the mood to savor it carefully, so he swallowed it directly.

Yi Huajin knows that Fengling doesn't want to work hard, but in fact, the two of them have one thing in common, they are both workaholics.

But everyone in Fengling Workaholic can still understand, but Yi Huajin is just a part-time worker. In the past, they thought it might be to help her husband. Now that they are both divorced, it is a bit incomprehensible to continue like this.

"Xiao Jin..." Feng Ling silently cut and fed a plate of steak before reminding him: "Eat well, don't always think about work."

"Oh." Yi Huajin didn't hear what he said at all, and just replied politely.

"Snapped--"

Feng Ling knew that he didn't listen at all, so he quickly reached out and folded his notebook in half: "I'll take care of it, don't worry about it."

Yi Huajin frowned ferociously: "Are you blind, you caught my hand!"

Feng Ling quickly let go, picked up Yi Huajin's slender paw and blew in distress: "Does it still hurt?"

Yi Huajin asked him to blow it without saying anything, but rubbed her eyes unconsciously with the other hand.

My hands are fine, but my eyes are always inexplicably hurting lately.

I was short-sighted because of work for a while, but fortunately, after laser correction, my eyesight began to decline again these days.

Feng Ling observed Yi Huajin's state, and solemnly took his hand and asked, "Did you sleep well recently?"

"I'm fine." Yi Huajin avoided his gaze, obviously lying.

"It's over if you say it's okay?" Feng Ling looked sullen, and he grabbed Yi Huajin's hand even tighter: "Are you going to force me to use strong methods?"

"Feng Ling." Yi Huajin looked at his angry face amusedly: "I used to fight like this and you didn't care, and besides, we are not the same."

"It's useless for you to look over old accounts. From today on, if you still let me see you doing work-related things after [-]:[-] noon to [-]:[-] p.m., I will fire you."

Yi Huajin was stunned. The reason why the boss fired the employee was that he disliked the employee for working too much overtime?

Unheard of.

Just after Feng Ling lost his temper at him, he stretched out his hand and gently touched his cheek: "I know I don't have the right to be angry with you, but I have already missed ten years to love you well, so I hope you will be healthy. Be good, let me have more time to replenish you, one more day is one day, one more second is one second."

Yi Huajin was numb. Hearing the nasty words once or twice felt fresh and comfortable.

The more I hear it, the more I feel it is a routine.

But Feng Ling is actually like this. If he can't speak, he can't coax people, and he can't do big business.

It's just that he didn't bother to coax him before, but now he's afraid that if he doesn't coax him for a day, he won't want him.

Feng Ling didn't wait for Yi Huajin's reply, but he didn't disappoint too much. He still insisted on his previous point of view: "Get more rest, don't stay up late and don't work hard. I don't think you are in poor health, but I think nothing is more important than you."

"Okay, okay, I get it, you're not done yet." Yi Huajin couldn't stand his chatter, and interrupted him impatiently.

"One more thing." Feng Ling pinched his white and tender skin, and smiled slightly: "I bought your women's clothing, do you want to try it in advance?"

Yi Huajin was surprised: "Why so fast?"

"Because I ordered it for you a long time ago when you first released the set drawing."

"You..." Yi Huajin was furious, he finally understood that Feng Ling had thought about this early in the morning.

But if you want to blame, you can only blame yourself for being cheap, what is not good in painting is the master of women's clothing.

……

Ten days later, Yi Huajin shined at the comic exhibition and surprised everyone.

Because of Yi Huajin, the early publicity went very smoothly, and even became popular.

Many people think that he is too suitable for being in the entertainment industry, and it is a shame that he is only a painter.

There was also a talent scout who came to Feng Yi to dig him to sign with an entertainment company, but was kicked out by Feng Ling.

Although the work was going smoothly, Yi Huajin felt more and more pain in his eyes, and then black shadows began to appear when looking at things.

Feng Ling immediately stopped all his work and took him to the hospital.

The result of the diagnosis came as a bolt from the blue to Yi Huajin—corneal disease.

If left unattended, the end result is complete loss of light.

For a painter, eyesight and light are the most important, which undoubtedly made him difficult to accept for a while.

But Feng Ling kept comforting him: "It's okay, I asked the doctor, and I can recover after a corneal transplant."

Yi Huajin didn't speak, he was not in the mood to speak now.

The refraction of the cornea was changed during the laser correction surgery before. If transplantation is performed, it may be rejected and cause the surgery to fail.

But without surgery, it can lead to permanent blindness.

Feng Ling saw that Yi Huajin was in a bad mood, so he didn't say anything after that.

Yi Huajin thought about whether to have an operation at home for a day, but before he could decide, the hospital called, saying that Fengling had already paid for the operation for him, and invited the best doctor abroad.

Yi Huajin wondered, didn't Feng Ling run out of money?

But he is really not so poor that he doesn't even have money for surgery, besides, he is also a rich second generation, although he has never asked his family for a penny.

Now that Feng Ling has made a decision for himself, let's do it.

Yi Huajin quickly went to the hospital to sign the contract, and the time for the operation was also arranged very quickly, which could be done next week.

During this period, he didn't go to work, and he didn't dare to use his eyes anymore, because his vision became more and more blurred, and he was almost blind.

No longer feeling the beauty of colors and lines, for an artist, it will undoubtedly kill him.

It's like Beethoven's deafness, but there is only one Beethoven in this world who gritted his teeth and survived. He was still regretful when he was dying. May heaven allow him to hear the voice.

The pain is palpable.

So, if his operation really failed, he might... commit suicide.

The only ones who are sorry are the parents. Anyway, for Feng Ling, it is time for him to taste the feeling of losing himself.

While Yi Huajin was thinking about this, the phone rang suddenly.

He picked up his phone and saw it was He Su calling.

It seems that he also knows that he has corneal disease, and he probably came to ask about the situation.

Yi Huajin answered without emotion, thinking that he would ask about his eyes, but who knew that he said, "An Ruixuan has come to the company."

Yi Huajin is very sensitive to this name, thinking that he must come to find Feng Ling again to be a demon.

"And then?" Yi Huajin asked flatly.

"He wanted to see Feng Ling, and Feng Ling met him. The two of them were in the same room, and I don't know what they were doing."

Yi Huajin never expected that He Su came to make a small report, but if Feng Ling really wanted to have a relationship with An Ruixuan again, then forget it.

Even though he thought so, Yi Huajin still took a taxi to go to the company.

At the entrance of the company, Yi Huajin met He Su, who came forward with a short sentence: "It's not that I don't trust him, I'm afraid that he will hurt you again."

Yi Huajin nodded, smiled at him, and walked lightly towards Fengling's office.

He didn't go in directly, but leaned on the door and listened for a while. It seemed that there were two voices talking inside, but it was indeed those two people.

But I couldn't hear what was said.

However, He Su directly led Yi Huajin and pushed the door in. When he entered the door, he saw An Ruixuan kneeling in front of Feng Ling, crying.

"A Ling... I beg you, can you redeem me from him? I don't want to live like this anymore, I really can't bear it..."

Feng Ling's gaze fell on Yi Huajin who had barged in. He moved his lips as if he wanted to explain something, but before he could speak, Yi Huajin walked up to him, and slapped An Ruixuan without saying a word .

"Snapped--"

An Ruixuan covered his face and didn't intend to fight back, but knelt down to Yi Huajin: "I came to him, I didn't want to have anything to do with him...I just wanted to borrow some money...I know you hate me, but I'm really at a loss..."

Yi Huajin mercilessly slapped him again and slapped him to the ground.

Then he said to Feng Ling: "The grievance between me and him is over, you can save him, don't worry about me."

Feng Ling avoided Yi Huajin's gaze: "I'm not entangled..."

"After all, it's first love. Besides, it's you who changed his mind. He just hated the wrong person."

Feng Ling didn't speak, but his eyes inadvertently aimed at An Ruixuan who was lying on the ground and covering his red and swollen cheeks.

"Shouldn't you feel guilty, Feng Ling?" Yi Huajin folded her chest and looked at him coldly: "In the end, it's all your fault. His injuries and mine are all thanks to you."

"Yes." Feng Ling lowered his voice, raised his head to look at Yi Huajin's coldness: "But since I chose you, then I will break with him completely, I don't plan to save him, you think I'm cruel It's fine, I don't care."

After hearing Fengling's ruthless words, An Ruixuan wanted to get up and continue begging him, but he kicked him back.

"Go away." Feng Ling's dangerous voice sounded in the room: "If you appear in front of me next time, you may not be able to keep your other hand."

Yi Huajin is very clear about how cruel Feng Ling's heart is.

He is so cruel to those he doesn't love that he doesn't have the slightest feeling, not even the most basic sympathy.

That's why, in front of An Ruixuan, he humiliated himself like that.

Today, it's just the opposite.

He is two extremes.

An Ruixuan cried in grief, he crawled at Yi Huajin's feet in pain, trembling all over, like a frightened animal.

He probably felt that Yi Huajin was the last hope, so he knelt and crawled over to hug Yi Huajin's leg, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, and repeated what he cried to Feng Ling just now: "Please Help me, Yi Huajin, it was all my fault before, I knew it was wrong, I really knew it was wrong!"

Yi Huajin knelt down slowly, looked at him and asked, "What happened?"

In fact, he probably knew what was going on in his heart, but he still wanted to ask more details.