After marrying the richest husband

The bus from the suburbs of the Sixth Ring Road to the urban area came very slowly, and it took nearly half an hour to get there.

Sang Qiao finished eating a piece of torch ice cream, took out two steel coins from his pocket, and skillfully threw them into the coin box.

Before getting on the bus to the office building of Fu's headquarters, he had just received a call from his agent Xu Qiran.

I don't know where Xu Qiran is, and the background voice on the other end of the phone is very noisy: "Sang Qiao, I'm free in the afternoon. I've picked up a variety show for you, so I have to come over and let the director take a look."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao sat in the last row of the bus, yawned, and lazily said, "Brother Ran, I've been an old bacon since I debuted for more than two years. People will be shy to be on this kind of show."

"Shit, the blurred 180 line is not counted, who knew you were out of the aisle!"

Xu Qiran made a final decision on the deal, as if a little helpless, "This may be the last resource the company can give you, so cherish it."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao thought for a while, then sighed pretentiously: "Then can I go there later? I have something to do now, I have to go to the west of the city, and I probably won't be able to go back at night."

Xu Qiran was about to get angry again: "Is there anything more important than meeting the director now?!"

Sang Qiao: Well, that's really more important.

In order to prevent the manager from getting angry, Sang Qiao winked and didn't answer.

Xu Qiran has brought Sangqiao for so long, but he has nothing to do with him. He said angrily, "Just do it! It's ok, at eight o'clock in the evening, I will send you the address later, no, yes, late, late."

Sang Qiao: "Come on! Sir!"

Xu Qiran: "..."

What kind of evil did he fall into back then? He must have thought that this little idiot would be popular in the future, and he would still be popular in the show business circle.

Thinking about it now, I really regret it.

Ended the normal work conversation.

Xu Qiran seemed to have thought of something again, paused for a few seconds, and asked, "By the way, the doctor's place recently, did you go on time?"

Sang Qiao was listening attentively to an old lady in the front row of the car telling her son that he had been on blind dates [-] times, and said casually: "No, it doesn't affect life anyway, I don't think there is any need to go!"

Xu Qiran: "..."

Xu Qiran: "What did Doctor Luan say?"

Sang Qiao retracted his head: "Oh, the last time he said that I didn't cooperate with the treatment, it's useless to go, let me go."

Xu Qiran: "..."

Xu Qiran also hung up the phone and told Sang Qiao to get out of here.

Sang Qiao was very wronged and had to get out.

He took the mobile phone from his ear, played two games of match [-] games, and then opened the mobile bank again, admiring the balance in the account for a while with bright eyes.

The latest payment came in after eleven o'clock last night.

800 million.

It was in stark contrast to the original balance of only a few dollars left in the account.

The transfer also left a note: Went to Fu's house, behave well, don't forget Ben.

Don't forget Ben.

Sang Qiao pouted.

What can be forgotten.

The business is between the Fu family and the Sang family, and even the dividends have nothing to do with him.

and.

If it wasn't for Sang Qing's sudden remorse, the Sang family would never have remembered that there was such an unworthy illegitimate son as Sang Qiao.

but it does not matter.

Anyway, if you have money.

Sang Qiao glanced at his 800 million again happily, put the mobile phone back into his pocket, stretched his ears again, and listened to the old aunts in the front row telling the documentary about their unlucky children's blind dates.

Almost all the people who take the bus at this time are retired grandpas and aunts who love square dancing, young people are really rare.

After a while.

Sang Qiao, the gossip listener with an innocent face, successfully attracted the attention of the old aunts in the car who were discussing the relationship between zodiac signs and family conditions.

An aunt who was just talking about her daughter breaking up with a country boy turned around and patted Sangqiao's arm: "Young man is so handsome, aren't you going to work today?"

Sang Qiao leaned on the back of the chair, opened his mouth and said, "I'm going to work."

The aunt asked again: "Where do you work?"

Sangqiao didn't type the draft: "It's Fu's."

The aunt is quite satisfied: "Are you from Beicheng? Do you have a little girlfriend?"

Sang Qiao: "I just had it yesterday."

Auntie was obviously very sorry, she turned back and chatted with the old sisters next to her again.

"Young people nowadays are very trendy. The young couple who rented my room a few days ago were also arguing about getting a divorce. Can you guess why?"

"That's right, the little girl cried and said that her husband is not good, and there are only three seconds on the bed. No, we have to break up as soon as we get married, and we don't need mediation, we just want a divorce."

"But you can't blame the little girl. She's still so young. Could it be possible that she'll be a widow for the rest of her life?"

"Oh, what a crime!"

Sang Qiao: "..."

The aunts sat in the last few rows of the bus, and Sangqiao could hear every speech clearly.

Especially the last few sentences.

Speaking of-

Mrs. Sang never mentioned the reason why Sang Qing suddenly regretted the marriage.

For a moment, Sang Qiao felt that he might have realized something very important.

Sang Qiao, who fell into a short-term autistic state, sat deeply for a while, and took out the 800 million on his phone to read it again.

That's it.

If Fu Xingzhou can't do it, then he can't do it.

Sang Qiao thinks he is a good person, after he figured it out under the influence of money.

After deciding, no matter how bad Fu Xingzhou is, he must not open his mouth to mock the other party.

After all, Sang Qiao had also heard from Xu Qiran before that the richer the man, the stronger his self-esteem.

The stronger the self-esteem, the more unacceptable it is for sure.

Ugh.

Also poor.

Fortunately, he didn't expect to rely on Fu Xingzhou to live a good private life as a married couple.

Sang Qiao sincerely loved Fu Xingzhou for a second, and after hearing the sound of the bus stop announcement, he nimbly got out of the bus with his mobile phone in his pocket.

The location of the bus stop is not too close to Fu's.

Sang Qiao tugged at his clothes, raised his head, crossed the central square in front of the station, and saw Fu's headquarters office building standing in the central CBD.

The 100-story building has a unique and special shape, and the glass curtain wall shows a cold refraction under the afternoon sun.

From time to time, a high-ranking white-collar worker with Mrs. Di in his hand would walk past Sangqiao with a strong aura.

Do not ask.

Asking is money.

The poor man Sang Qiao looked up at Fu's office building and took out his cell phone.

Finding the phone number sent to him by the Sang family last night, he dialed tremblingly.

After a few beeps.

The phone is on.

A very cultivated and stylish voice sounded: "Hello."

Sang Qiao hurriedly said: "Hello, hello! Director Fu. I am that... Sang Qiao."

The other side laughed: "Mr. Sang, I am Mr. Fu's assistant. You can call me Raven or Assistant Wen."

Sang Qiao nodded honestly: "Oh, Assistant Wen, is this phone number yours?"

Raven is very polite: "Yes. Chairman Sang contacted me yesterday and said that you will come today. When will you arrive?"

Sang Qiao rubbed his face: "Oh, I'm so embarrassed to say it, I'm downstairs now."

Raven: "..."

After a few minutes.

Assistant Wen went downstairs and led back Sang Qiao who was squatting at the gate of Fu's headquarters.

Fu's headquarters is equipped with a total of sixteen elevators, in addition to the two elevators that are only used by the president, there is also a special elevator for the president's office.

Along the way, many Fu's employees came to greet Raven with smiles on their faces, and the eyes of the crowd scanned Sangqiao one after another.

Compared with Raven in suits and leather shoes, Sangqiao, who doesn't stand out, really doesn't match Fu's overall temperament.

It's a pity that Sang Qiao is naturally thick-skinned.

Not only did he look back with a smile, he even poked Raven with a finger, and said politely, "Assistant Wen, can I ask you a question?"

Raven maintained an official smile, and helped Sang Qiao press the elevator with a gentle manner: "Of course, please ask."

Sang Qiao blinked: "Do your employees have all the five social insurances and one housing fund?"

Raven: "..."

Before Raven could answer, the elevator opened.

A whole floor of the president's office area spread out in front of Sangqiao.

The long, wide corridors are covered with thick, sound-absorbing carpets.

Chinese style, the furnishings are simple and clear, except for a few exquisitely framed freehand landscape paintings that look expensive at first glance, there are almost no redundant decorations on the walls on both sides.

Raven took Sangqiao to the door of the lounge, and was about to invite Sangqiao in, but the door of the next room was pushed open first.

almost simultaneously.

A handsome face that fits the top aesthetics of the current entertainment circle appeared from behind the door.

Seeing Assistant Wen, the man's peach blossom eyes immediately twitched, and he said, "Raven, you must help me tell my brother to let him lend me... Who is this?"

Sang Qiao looked at the person in front of him with admiration and adjusted his expression to a business state in a second, stretched out his hand, and grinned: "Hello, Senior Yi, my name is Sang Qiao."

Yi Chu's popularity was in full swing, and it was no surprise that he was recognized by Sang Qiao: "The Sang family is my brother's substitute marriage partner?"

Look, it's not certified yet.

Fu Xingzhou's relatives and friends all knew that he was a substitute.

Sang Qiao's mind is peaceful, calm and stable like an old dog.

Instead, Raven, who was standing beside him, interjected: "Master Chu, speak carefully."

Just now, Yi Chu didn’t mean to say something casually, and after he finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong, so he reached out and shook Sang Qiao: “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pick on you. But you and my brother are really good... ..."

Yi Chu swallowed the remaining half of the sentence back, and took another look at Sangqiao: "Stop talking, you just called me senior, and you're also from the circle?"

Sang Qiao waved his hand: "I'm very confused, can I ask senior to sign for me?"

Yi Chu: "Signature? No problem, but I didn't bring a pen, do you have one?"

Raven opened the glass door of the lounge, and said gently: "Boss Fu has an overseas financing meeting in the afternoon, and the time should not be over yet. Mr. Sang, Master Chu, please come inside later. There are paper and pens on the table."

The lounge in the president's office area is spacious and clean.

In addition to the paper and pen mentioned by Raven, office supplies are all available.

Sang Qiao proficiently lay down in front of the printer, connected to the mobile phone, and quickly typed out a stack of photos.

Then, with happy steps, he put the photo in front of Yi Chu.

Yi Chu: "..."

Yi Chu was startled: "So many signatures?"

Sang Qiao clasped his hands together, and read with affection: "Senior Yi, you don't know that everyone in our company likes you very much. But the company is too small, so I didn't have the chance to meet you. I didn't expect that I would be so lucky today!"

Yi Chu: "..."

The first sentence they just met was a bit hurtful, and Yi Chu felt somewhat uncomfortable.

He rubbed his perfectly-haired heads depressedly, and leaned down: "Okay, okay, do you want to take a photo together?"

Sang Qiao: "No need!"

Yi Chu:? ?

The newcomers nowadays are really strange. When they encounter popular traffic, they don’t hurry up and post a photo on Weibo to gain popularity. As long as they sign their names, what’s the use.

Forget it.

It is he who does not understand.

Yi Chuan started to sign twenty or thirty photos.

Watching Sang Qiao lying on the other side of the table carefully drying the words on the photo, he finally got a little curious: "Which company are you from?"

Sang Qiao folded the photos neatly, turned his head and smiled at Yi Chu: "Small company, you definitely don't know. Thank you, Senior Yi, for your signature. Can I go to the bathroom?"

Yi Chu: "..."

I don't know if it's an illusion.

Yi Chu always had the illusion that he would throw away after being ruthlessly used up.

Yi Chu: "You go."

Sang Qiao immediately ran away with the signed photo.

The sanitation area on the president's office floor is also cleaned by a dedicated person. Not only does it occupy a large area and is well-decorated, but it also has a faint fragrance.

Sang Qiao opened a cubicle, sat cross-legged on the toilet lid, and happily counted back and forth the warm autographed photos.

Then he took out his phone from his pocket and turned on the screen.

There are hundreds of unread messages on WeChat.

Except for the address that Xu Qiran sent to meet the director at night, most of the rest of the list are all kinds of kawaii pink lolita avatars.

Pink loli head, sprayed to death a cow.

Sang Qiao touched his nose and opened the top one.

The fruit is not a civet: my treasure!Are you still taking orders?Pick up list!

Wooden Joe: Who?

The fruit is not a civet: Chu Chu!

Guozi is not a civet cat: his family has enough fans, you don’t need to follow along, the fans just want to find a good-looking male fan to stir up a wave of topics.

Mu Youqiao: ...

The fruit is not a civet: six thousand.

Mu Youqiao: Take it!

Mu Youqiao: That's right, I also posted 32 autographed photos of Yi Chu.Fidelity, 50 yuan a piece does not include postage Ha Zhuanghan loves jg

The author has something to say: Sang Qiao: What blinded my eyes?

Sang Qiao: Ah, it's money!

Fu Xingzhou: My wife said that I can't do it before we met. I will remember this grudge.

Fu Xingzhou: I wasn't the first person my wife met. I've also written down this hatred.

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