Scumbag regrets after divorce

Ye Ze's company is called "Ze Ruo". The company has a moderate scale, with only about 1000 employees. It is not a listed company, but as an outsourcing company, it already has many employees.

The usual source of income is to take on various businesses that other companies can't finish or can't do, usually a whole set of jobs, like this time.

Ye Ze took over the outsourcing of "Lianhua" this time, not just for one drawing, but for a whole set of jobs, from pre-setting to beauty announcement to storyboard animation.

But what is required here is that the beauty announcement and the setting should be produced together, that is, the character design should be directly integrated into the illustration to draw.

This is difficult for ordinary painters to complete, because Meixuan needs to do artistic processing on the basis of the original character design, and must consider the composition and rhythm, the relationship between light and shadow, and the visual center.

But now there is nothing, just draw Meixuan directly, which is equivalent to eating a fat man with one bite.

But Yi Huajin didn't even look at the plan, and just took it. He has been drawing for ten years, and he doesn't need to use his brain for this thing.

The only trouble is that he can't use a hand-painted board. (A tool used for computer graphics, drawing on it can be presented on the computer.)

But it doesn't matter, he thinks that it's definitely not a problem for people with solid foundation, whether it's drawing manuscripts or drawing cg.

When he arrived at the company, Ye Ze took him to his residence first. It was an independent apartment next to the company. It was very spacious and quiet, like a small villa.

Yi Huajin looked at the residence, feeling a little emotional: "Can the employees live in such a nice place, or can I just live there?"

"Of course it's only you. Who are you? I'm not allowed to entertain you."

Ye Ze also bought him new clothes, he couldn't keep wearing wet clothes all the time.

After Yi Huajin took the clothes, she glanced at them with disgust: "Isn't it a shirt?"

Why is it a cute sweater with cartoon patterns?

"You don't like it? I thought you who drew anime characters would like this kind of stuff."

Yi Huajin didn't have any other clothes to wear, so she simply didn't dislike her anymore: "Anything is fine, I won't choose."

He went to take a shower, changed into new clothes, and glanced at the mirror in the bathroom. He was not looking at the clothes, but at his own face.

There is no trace, and the palm marks have disappeared, which shows that Feng Ling did not slap him hard.

But no matter whether he tried hard or not, it was a sharp knife, touching the tip of his heart, like a slow and tormenting torture.

After looking at it for a while, he always felt that something was missing, so he suddenly took out his silver tassel earrings from his trouser pocket and put them back on.

I took it off during a fight yesterday, and I forgot to wear it all the time, and I just remembered it now.

He is a fanatic of earrings. Unless he has to take them off for strenuous exercise, he usually wears them, even when he sleeps and takes a shower.

And he loves this kind of long and dragging tassel earrings the most, which just fits his shoulders and side hair.

In the mirror was a cold and delicate face, which looked too enchanting because of the earrings, but Yi Huajin knew her character and was not enchanting at all.

He is an artist and regards beauty as the most basic way of life, so he cannot accept the roughness of men.

He is even more of a face controler, from the very beginning he was attracted to Feng Ling's beauty, that face was no less than his own.

It's Fengling again... I'm thinking about him again, I can't forget him no matter what!

Yi Huajin pressed her hands on the sink with all her strength, and cursed a rare word: "Bastard."

The earrings were shaking, making a crisp impact sound, hitting the wounded heart every now and then.

Long wet hair fell down, covering his fair side face, and his slender eyelashes were trembling, because his hands and even his body were trembling.

"Hua Jin, I just got a call and I have to go on a business trip. I may not be in the company for a few days, but it's okay. I'll explain it to the personnel. You can sign it tomorrow." Ye Ze's voice suddenly came from outside. , interrupted his thoughts.

Yi Huajin put away her emotions, and responded lightly: "Okay."

"Well, then I'm leaving, you should have a good rest today." After Ye Ze finished speaking, his voice faded away.

Yi Huajin took a towel beside her and wiped off the water dripping from her hair. When she walked out of the bathroom, the first thing she did was to light a cigarette for herself.

The dense smoke lingers on the tip of the nose, and the stimulating mint flavor is endless.

Recently, I have become a bit addicted to smoking. I used to think that my addiction to smoking was not strong and I didn't want to quit, but now I can't quit at all.

Probably only the chemical substances in the smoke can suppress my turbulent heart and get through all this.

After 10 minutes to solve one, Yi Huajin threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray, went back to the bedroom and lay on the bed on his back, staring at the chandelier above his head, his eyes were dull and dull.

"Fengling..." The syllables were so vague that they couldn't hear any emotion.

He raised his right hand, and his eyes fell on the diamond ring that was tainted with decay.

The light above the head refracts crystal clear and colorful colors on the diamond ring, which is both beautiful and illusory.

False is like Feng Ling's love.

It's all nothingness.

The diamond ring on her hand is still shining.

The wound in my heart is still widening.

……

What have I been doing these ten years?

Unbearably chasing someone who can't get close to him, even if he is completely injured again and again, he refuses to give up.

In the end, how can I forget that person, can... someone tell me?

Tell me, I'm really wrong, I'm wrong, I'm wrong, I'm wrong.

Wrong... not an inch.

……

"Memory No.1"

My name is Yi Huajin, I am 22 years old, and I am an undergraduate student in the Traditional Art Department of Huada University.

Immediately graduating, many students found jobs and moved out of the dormitory, only me, without any clues or plans.

It's not that I don't want to find a job, but I hate being picked by people as a commodity. I think I'm excellent, and I'm not a commodity.

It was like this until graduation, my only friend Ye Ze came to see me for a breakup meal, so I went shopping with him in the commercial street near the school.

Originally wanted to eat hotpot, but there was a long queue, Ye Ze suddenly poked me: "Hua Jin, let's make a bet, bet on whether the line can reach us in half an hour."

I don't understand: "What's the point of betting on this?"

"It's nothing, it's just boring, I mainly want to play truth or dare with you."

I gave him a weird look: "Childish."

But even though I said so, I still agreed: "How to bet?"

"I bet that I won't be able to qualify. If I lose, I will tell you the truth..."

I mentally calculated the number of people in front of me and the speed of queuing, and thought that I would win for sure, so I agreed to him: "Okay, then I will bet on getting it, and if I lose, I will take a big risk."

The two of us waited for half an hour, and it was getting late, and the final result-we didn't make it.

I lost.

But I lost, and in the end Ye Ze was not very happy, even very disappointed.

I asked him, "What's wrong with you?"

He shook his head and managed to utter two words: "It's okay."

Then he said something nonsensical: "Maybe, this is God's will."

I didn't pay much attention to what he said just now, because my eyes were attracted by a tall and slender figure under the street lamp. Under the hazy night, a warm yellow street lamp illuminated that figure.

The man was wearing a straight suit and was smoking a cigarette by the street lamp. He seemed a little melancholy, but my eyes stayed on him for a long time, refusing to leave.

Ye Ze shook his hand in front of my eyes: "What are you looking at, so fascinated?"

I came back to my senses, lowered my head in embarrassment, and said nothing.

Ye Ze saw my embarrassment, and asked me jokingly, "You don't like him, do you?"

I still didn't reply, actually I didn't feel anything in my heart, as a painter, I just felt that the back was quite picturesque, and I really wanted to draw him.

"Well, anyway, you lost the bet just now, how about you go talk to him and invite him to dinner?" Ye Ze smirked, putting his hand on my shoulder.

He clearly knows what kind of personality I am, and he is not even willing to take the initiative to talk to his classmates. How could he strike up a conversation with a stranger and invite him to dinner?

I refused very simply: "Impossible."

But Ye Ze was relentless: "You have to be willing to admit defeat."

I was helpless, so I had no choice but to walk towards that figure with my pockets in my pocket. After walking in, I realized that it was an extremely handsome man.

He was very young, maybe about my age or a little older than me, his stern outline was cut with angular fortitude by the light above his head, and his long and narrow eyes were full of the pride of a noble man.

Obviously, such a look is enough to prove that this must be an extremely excellent person.

If not excellent, his background is excellent.

I said casually: "Handsome guy, let's have a meal together?"

Although I pretended to be relaxed on the surface, I was extremely nervous inside, and this approach to strike up a conversation was very old-fashioned and vulgar.

He threw away the cigarette, raised his eyes and gave me a look, and the moment he raised his head, he suddenly hugged me without saying a word, and tightened his hands and fingers.

I was shocked and thought he had some mental problems.

He muttered to himself, and there was a tingling sensation in my ear: "You're back..."

"I... um—"

Before I finished speaking, he came over with a fierce kiss, which overwhelmed my nerves. The aroma of smoke spread in my mouth, and my lips and teeth collided, but I was at a loss as to what to do.

This is my first kiss.