After marrying the richest husband

Before Sang Qiao came, he had agreed with Xu Qiran to wait for him at the gate of the hospital.

When Sang Qiao came out of the hospital, only Xu Qiran's Volkswagen was left on the street near the road with its lights on.

Sang Qiao happily opened the car door and sat on it, happily took out a pack of instant noodles from his pocket, sprinkled them with seasonings, and ate them quickly.

Xu Qiran: "..."

This instant noodle is called Old Beijing, and it is extremely cheap, even the packaging bag looks cheap, the wholesale price is only [-] cents a pack.

Xu Qiran suddenly remembered that the first time he saw Sang Qiao, he was squatting on the edge of the construction site, gnawing a bag of this thing with his head down.

A year or two.

Sang Qiao has changed from a construction site handyman who can't even afford lunch and earns money by the day to an entertainer in the entertainment circle.

Life doesn't seem to love him a little bit more.

The night is getting darker.

Xu Qiran just looked at Sangqiao like this for a while, and suddenly felt that this world is really a fucking mess.

Xu Qiran started the car, took the instant noodles in Sang Qiao's hand, and stuffed them into the drawer of the car: "Didn't you go to see Fu Xingzhou? Since he has taken care of you, he doesn't even know how to give you a meal?"

Sang Qiao was confiscated before eating two mouthfuls of a bag of noodles. He was stunned for two seconds, and licked his lips with unsatisfied intentions: "Damn, don't mention it. Fu Xingzhou is out of luck. He just finished his appendicitis operation, what should I do?" Feel free to ask him to invite me to dinner!"

Xu Qiran sneered and said: "Then he will make you hungry, the CEO is really a big gesture."

Sang Qiao took out the mineral water on the car and drank a couple of sips, then poked the locked drawer pitifully with his finger: "You know I'm hungry... Can you give me back my noodles, I'll buy it That bag."

Xu Qiran: "..."

Xu Qiran was so angry that he took a deep breath, and turned the steering wheel hard: "Come on, I can't do it by letting my artists eat instant noodles in the middle of the night. Fasten your seat belts, and I'll invite you to dinner."

Sang Qiao's eyes sparkled: "God, my old swan, look, you are really the best manager in the world!"

Xu Qiran: "Get out, say one more word and you will be hungry."

Sang Qiao immediately shut his mouth obediently.

As a manager, Xu Qiran knew his body better than Sangqiao himself, so he chose a 24-hour Japanese-style ramen restaurant that looked very bland at first glance, went in and gave Sangqiao a bowl of ramen that was neither spicy nor vinegary. Pork bone noodles.

They were the only table guests in the store.

Sang Qiao gave Xu Qiran a little thumbs up full of contempt: "Why don't you let him add salt?"

Xu Qiran nodded, and stretched out his hand to call the waiter over: "No problem, I'll satisfy you."

Sang Qiao: "Stop it, devil, I declare that I am on a hunger strike."

Unmoved, Xu Qiran ordered another cup of barley tea for Sangqiao.

Then carefully observed Sang Qiao's expression and state for a while, before saying, "Have you read all the content on the Internet?"

In fact, Sangqiao has not seen it yet.

But just based on Xu Qiran's rhetoric, I know it's not a good content.

Sang Qiao took out his mobile phone from his pocket, clicked on Weibo, and was about to click in to read it.

Xu Qiran stretched out his hand, covered Sangqiao's phone screen, and said, "Don't look at it, there's nothing to see."

Sang Qiao raised his eyes, glanced at Xu Qiran with a smile on his face, pulled his phone back, and clicked into the comment area: "Well, I am the most invincible in the world and the universe, stable as an old dog, and calm and composed."

Xu Qiran: "..."

Fans of Zhuang Hui and Fang Yuzhou's hot comments have already been overwhelmingly controlled. At a glance, there is not a single comment that catches the eye.

However, Sang Qiao did not even change his expression from beginning to end.

Until two bowls of ramen were served.

Sang Qiao just put down his phone, and clicked his tongue: "This year's netizens are no good. Cursing is just repeated swearing by the Three Character Classic, and they don't have any sense of innovation."

Xu Qiran handed the chopsticks to Sang Qiao: "Zhuang Hui doesn't have your contact information. I have already contacted me before I came here. You can cooperate with us to make clarifications at any time."

Sang Qiao broke apart the chopsticks, scraped the burrs on them, and skillfully handed out the good person card: "Zhuang Hui is really a good person."

Xu Qiran: "..."

Xu Qiran sighed: "Keyboard warriors are like that...you don't have to worry about it."

"I'm fine."

Sang Qiao snorted and began to eat the bowl of noodles in front of him that was neither spicy nor vinegary, and drank two mouthfuls of soup, "I'm quite happy when they scold my parents, but they also scold my grandparents."

"Hey, I haven't seen the four elders myself, sorry to bother you."

Xu Qiran: "..."

Sang Qiao never mentioned his parents.

Even when I signed a contract with the company, I used a separate account book because I was underage.

16 year old kid.

There is only one person's account book.

Xu Qiran paused for a few seconds, then tentatively said: "Sang Qiao, your parents..."

Sang Qiao took another sip of noodles: "My mother is a lunatic, and my father is a scum. It can be seen from this that when I grow old, I may be a lunatic and a scum."

Xu Qiran: "..."

Xu Qiran frowned, and was about to refute Sang Qiao's statement.

But Sang Qiao had already turned around first, stuck out his tongue, and said with a smile: "I'm teasing you."

Xu Qiran: "..."

If it weren't for the fact that Sang Qiao was scolded so badly today.

Xu Qiran really wanted to whip him with a belt.

After a meal of ramen, Xu Qiran sent Sangqiao home the same way.

Halfway through the road, Sang Qiao realized that he was already in the same place.

He quickly took out his mobile phone and found the location of Fu Xingzhou's villa, and instructed Xu Qiran to turn around illegally.

Xu Qiran punched Sangqiao, then got off the elevated road and found a place to turn around.

When the navigation pointed to the past, Xu Qiran was stunned: "You live here now?"

Sang Qiao looked down at Weibo comments again, and said after a few seconds: "Dei, isn't it a bit far away?"

Xu Qiran was thoughtful, and said to Sangqiao: "I don't know about Fu Xingzhou's other residences, but I seem to have heard about his villa before."

Sang Qiao turned his head: "Say what?"

Xu Qiran confirmed the address again: "This house turned out to be the old chairman of the Fu family, the house of Grandpa Fu Xingzhou."

Sang Qiao was not interested, and said perfunctorily, "Wow."

Xu Qiran said: "Later when Fu Xingzhou came to power, the old chairman gave him the house, which is equivalent to the main residence of the Fu family."

Sang Qiao broke the logic: "Hey, where did the old chairman go?"

Xu Qiran was speechless: "Is this the point I want you to pay attention to?! Fu Xingzhou let you live in his main house, which shows that he is a little sincere to you. Since you are all taken over by him, take care of your future! do you know?!"

Sang Qiao nodded solemnly: "I know, I know! Don't worry!"

Xu Qiran: "..."

Don't worry about it.

As long as Fan Sangqiao has some plans for the future, he might have already ascended in place.

There's no need to participate in a program with great difficulty, and still be scolded like that on the Internet.

Xu Qiran's crowd was stopped at the entrance of the villa area by identification equipment and security guards at the same time.

Probably the security guards in this community had never seen such a simple car model before. They looked at Xu Qiran and Sang Qiao suspiciously for a while before letting them in.

It took a lot of time to eat and drive back.

Sang Qiao planned to discuss with Xu Qiran about his future work, so he planned to take him to sleep in the villa for the night.

It turned out that the two had just parked the car at the garage door.

Before entering the door, he was startled by a black shadow at the door.

Especially when the black shadow suddenly appeared from the gate.

All of a sudden, he knelt down in front of Sangqiao with a "plop--".

Sang Qiao: "..."

Xu Qiran: "..."

Sang Qiaotian was not afraid of anything, but was afraid of ghosts. He belonged to the type who would never watch ghost movies alone. He was scared by this sudden pounce and took two steps back.

Hiding behind the person next to him, he shouted: "Xu Qiran, save my dog's life—!"

Xu Qiran had no choice but to take a step forward, and through the dim streetlights in the garden of the villa, he could clearly see the kneeling person in front of him.

Li Yu.

Li Yu is quite famous in the circle.

Although he is not considered a super first-line gold medal producer, there are also many artists who will sell him face.

Just kneeling on the ground right now, no matter how you look at it, you are in a mess.

Xu Qiran took a step back, and politely reached out his hand to help him: "Producer Li, you are... This is too much for us, get up quickly."

Sang Qiao poked his head out from behind Xu Qiran: "Wow, isn't it a ghost?"

How could Li Yu get up, and kowtowed three times to Sangqiao.

The originally delicate luxury clothes on his body now look ragged and wrinkled, and he doesn't know where he came from. Even his eyes are bloodshot, and his voice is hoarse: "Sang Qiao, Mr. Sang, Brother Li is wrong! Brother Li is according to what Boss Fu said. Kowtow to you! You let Boss Fu let me live!"

Sang Qiao: "???"

Sang Qiao was confused: "Huh?"

Xu Qiran also said blankly: "Boss Fu, Producer Li, you mean Director Fu?"

Li Yu didn't know what kind of human suffering he had endured. He pulled Sang Qiao's pants and didn't let go, crying like he was mourning: "Sang Qiao, Qiao Qiao, brother Li really can't help it! I was also forced by the public opinion on the Internet, I apologize to you , can you let me go, let me go?!"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao silently stretched out his hand to save his innocent pants from Li Yu's hands, and saw that Li Yu was going to pull them again, so he hurriedly said, "Don't pull my pants! It costs 200 yuan a pair!!"

Li Yu: "..."

Li Yu's eyes were bloodshot, and he was about to cry: "I will pay you ten pairs, no, I will pay you a hundred pairs of pants, Gucci, LV, or Hermes, you can choose whatever you want, Brother Sang, can you ask Boss Fu to spare me this time? !"

Sang Qiao was wary of Li Yu: "What did he do to you?"

Li Yu wiped his hand on his trousers, stumbled and took two steps forward: "Boss Fu was very angry because you were scolded on the Internet, and asked me to apologize to you. Kowtow three heads."

Sang Qiao glanced at the gravel road floor in front of him, then at Li Yu's forehead, and felt that he had fully felt his sincerity: "Is there any gift?"

Li Yu, who was struggling on the verge of life and death, seemed to see a glimmer of hope from Sangqiao: "Yes! Yes! I brought you a generous gift!"

Gift boxes, large and small, were piled up at the entrance of the villa. It was obvious that the butler had no intention of letting Li Yu in.

Li Yu wiped off his sweat, and tremblingly unpacked one by one.

A Rolex.

A piece of Vacheron Constantin.

A Patek Philippe with diamonds.

Sang Qiao's eyes gradually calmed down.

Ok, Ok.

There is nothing good about having the courage to admit mistakes with money.

Sang Qiao folded his hands, looked down condescendingly at the little gifts that were about to become members of his small treasury, and nodded.

Seeing Sang Qiao nodding, Li Yu also slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, he is still an immature little artist.

Although I don't know whether he was hired by Fu Xingzhou or just played with him, he has no knowledge and can't stand on the stage.

fair enough.

Li Yu looked at Sang Qiao's expression, made some plans in his heart, and said bitterly: "Qiaoqiao, Brother Li doesn't ask for anything else, so I beg you to help Brother Li and Fu Dong to beg for love, your letter of intent The 3000 million on the website...Qiaoqiao, you also know that Brother Li’s money is all invested in the project, and he really can’t afford that much money, he can’t afford it!”

Sang Qiao: "???"

The forgiveness that Sang Qiao was going to say immediately swallowed into his stomach.

He rolled his eyes and said in surprise: "3000 million? Fu Xingzhou asked you to pay so much, pay me?"

Seeing Sang Qiao's attitude, Li Yu immediately made himself even more miserable: "Qiaoqiao, what Boss Fu said is also reasonable. In the final analysis, this matter is Li Ge's fault. Li Ge should compensate you, but 3000 million is really wrong." There are too many, you see..."

"Yes."

Sang Qiao nodded sensiblely, knelt down to keep level with Li Yu, and said obediently: "I also think that 3000 million is too much. With so much money, you can buy a lot of things."

Li Yu quickly echoed Sang Qiao's words: "That's right, Qiaoqiao, and you also know about Brother Li's situation..."

Sang Qiao tilted his head and interrupted Li Yu: "Okay, just pay me 900 million."

Li Yu: "???"

Li Yu: "!!!"

Li Yu's expression changed: "What did you say—"

Sang Qiao clapped his hands, stood up, and dialed the housekeeper through the videophone at the door: "Uncle Yuan, there is a person at the door who seems to be planning to scold me. I'm so scared. Tell the security guards in the room to come out." Bat."

Yuan Bo opened the door immediately.

Behind him were several bodyguards from special forces.

Li Yu: "..."

Li Yu stuffed back the words that were on his lips, quickly picked up the gift he brought, and strode towards the door without looking back.

Take a few steps.

Sang Qiao called him suddenly: "Producer Li."

Li Yu had another glimmer of hope in her heart, and turned her head abruptly.

Sang Qiao smiled sweetly: "I'm waiting for your twenty-nine million."

Li Yu: "..."

Li Yu was so angry that her leather shoes almost slipped out.

Xu Qiran didn't intend to live in Fu Xingzhou's villa at first, but Sang Qiao had already hopped to tell the housekeeper to clean up a house for him, so he had to follow in.

Fu Zhai's servants rotate in two shifts, and usually only three people stay vigil at night.

The butler took the servants to tidy up the room.

Sang Qiao went downstairs and found Xu Qiran who was quietly calming down on the balcony.

There are public balconies on every floor of this villa. Except for the sun room on the top floor, the balconies on the third floor are the best.

Extending from the house in a semicircular shape, you can see the radiant night view of Beicheng.

Sang Qiao opened a bottle of Happy Fat House Water for himself, and handed another bottle to Xu Qiran: "Here, do you want to drink Bing Kuo Luo?"

Xu Qiran looked back at Sangqiao: "No, I don't have the physique that you eat and don't get fat."

Sang Qiao chuckled, drank a few gulps, and suddenly said, "There are stars today."

The air in Beicheng is always not very good, and it is rare to see stars.

Xu Qiran followed Sangqiao's line of sight to look over, and then looked away: "Sangqiao, I think Fu Xingzhou should like you very much."

Sang Qiao turned her head: "Huh?"

Xu Qiran said: "Your matter just happened today, and he made Li Yu come to apologize to you in such a mess today. If it's not that he likes you, I can't think of any other reason."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Seeing that Sang Qiao didn't answer.

Xu Qiran said: "Now that the same-sex marriage law has been implemented, Sang Qiao, if..."

Sang Qiao suddenly planned on him: "Brother Ran, have you ever seen the sunrise?"

Xu Qiran was taken aback: "Of course I have."

Sang Qiao smiled: "Then have you seen mice running under the sun?"

Xu Qiran couldn't understand Sang Qiao's meaning for a moment: "What mouse?"

Sang Qiao said naturally: "I am a mouse in the gutter, and Fu Xingzhou is the brightest sun at noon."

Xu Qiran's heart sank.

Sang Qiao shook the ice coke in the bottle: "I can just stay at night by myself, why should I drag Fu Xingzhou over here to be with me?"

"Look, even the moonlight is cold."

Sang Qiao raised the Coke bottle in his hand high, "To my moon friend."