Wei Ran was too lazy to care about Chen Jiyun. After eating his noodles, while there was still time, he went to adjust the steamed eggs and put them in the pot to set the time. In this way, Lin Shenzhi would have something to eat in the morning.

Lin Shenzhi couldn't eat too much at one time, so he could eat less and more meals.

When Lin Shen went downstairs, it was almost 8:30. He was different from the lonely and self-controlled appearance Wei Ran remembered in the past. There were obvious signs of sleepiness on his face, and his hair was a little messy because of the length.

Lin Shenzhi sat down at the dining table in a daze, stared at the steamed eggs and noodles in front of him for a while, and then took the ladle and slowly started eating.

Taking advantage of Chen Jiyun's time to walk away after eating, Wei Ran stepped forward and explained a few words. The eggs were steamed in the pot, and Lin Shenzhi remembered to eat them in the middle of the morning.

After explaining, Wei Ran went to work.

When the car drove out of the community, Wei Ran couldn't help but glanced in the rearview mirror in the direction of the villa. He used to watch Lin Shenzhi go to work at this time every day.

After entering the studio, Wei Ran focused all his attention on the computer.

After working hours, the studio gradually became lively.

At ten o'clock, Luo Yi came to the studio and showed Wei Ran his redrawn drawings.

Wei Ran didn't hold out hope, he knew it wasn't Luo Yi's problem, but his own problem.

There are no butterflies that he likes in this world. He suddenly wanted to add butterflies to the game, and it was not because he really felt that there were no insects in the forest, so it was incomplete.

Taking over the tablet, Wei Ran was immediately attracted by the new draft on the tablet.

In the new draft, a butterfly with beautiful blue-green wings is closing its eyes.

That butterfly no longer looks like a real butterfly, its body seems to be wearing a thin layer of armor, it has become a human head, hands and feet, it looks like Lin Shenzhi after insectization.

Wei Ran sat up straight almost immediately.

Wei Ran looked at Luo Yi in surprise, "You..."

Luo Yi, who had obviously stayed up late last night, looked uneasy, "If it's not possible, I can change it again. I know that all the animals in the game are the same as before, I just thought maybe I could try..."

Wei Ran's game does not have any fantasy color, although players can incarnate into animals and plants, which are very mysterious.

"I didn't mean that." Wei Ran's voice softened.

He hasn't seen Lin Shenzhi fully unfolding his bone wings, but he thinks that should be what it looks like in the painting.

A pair of beautiful huge dark red bone wings, some slender hands and feet, blue-green eyes, mysterious black insect patterns beside the eyes, and tentacles on the head...

Weird, but beautiful. "You draw very well." Wei Ran's fingers lightly stroked the tablet.

Luo Yi let out a long breath, "Really?"

"Yeah." Wei Ran affirmed.

"That's great." Luo Yi didn't have any thoughts, it was easy to cry and laugh, and at this moment his face was full of smiles.

"Just use this." Wei Ran paused, then said, "Can you pass me a copy of this picture? The draft doesn't matter."

"Of course." Luo Yi quickly took the tablet to operate.

Later, Fang Zheng also came to the studio. He was already contacting the lawyers of the Lin Group to tell them about their studio and Luo Yi.

The efficiency of the Lin Group's legal team is really high. Fangzheng only explained the situation to the other party in the morning. During the noon break, the other party's studio responded.

They are willing to terminate the contract, and Luo Yi's contract can also be voided.

As soon as he heard that the matter was resolved like this, Luo Yi's eyes turned red, Fang Zheng saw it and quickly called to stop.

Luo Yi's eyes filled with tears and hung in his eyes. He looked straight at Fang Zheng as if he were on the battlefield.

Wei Ran didn't go to participate, and before Luo Yi and Fangzheng hadn't noticed him, he quickly collected his things and ran away, going back to cook for Lin Shenzhi during the lunch break.

Wei Ran did not go back to the villa directly, but went to a nearby commercial street first. There is a business hall on the commercial street, and the business hall can print call records.

When Wei Ran came out of the business hall and returned to the car with the printing paper rolled in a small circle, he only felt that the printing paper in his hand was hot.

Closing the door, he took a deep breath, and then slowly opened the roll of paper in his hand.

What he printed was all the call records of the previous month. It was already last month that he and Lin Shenzhi divorced.

He had a lot of call records in the last month, and he stroked the records lightly with his fingers, and he read it day by day according to the time.

For the first ten days, he would make one or two phone calls with Lin Shenzhi almost every day, even if they lived under the same roof.

He called Lin Shenzhi, and Lin Shenzhi also called him. They called every day, and then until a few days, the records became less.

It was also from that time that he discovered that Lin Shenzhi had something to hide from him, and found that Lin Shenzhi had lied to him on a business trip even though he was not on a business trip.

At that time, they had just been married for less than three days.

On the second day of their marriage, Lin Shenzhi lied to him and wouldn't go home anymore...

Wei Ran's throat was instantly sour, sour and bitter.

The records became less and less, until one day, Lin Shenzhi began to call him a lot.

He hit one by one, kept hitting, kept hitting, kept hitting, hit countless times, hit Wei Ran and pulled down the print strip several times without even seeing that many heads.

Wei Ran looked back at the first phone call.

The first call came after 5 o'clock in the afternoon, almost when he left the sentence about divorce and ran out.

After that, Lin Shenzhi kept calling him almost all the time, until nine o'clock the next morning.

Fifteen hours, five or six hundred phone calls.