After marrying the richest husband

The box area on the third floor of the clubhouse is rather large, and each room is almost more than 200 square meters.

All the lights were turned on, illuminating the entire box with resplendent gold.

Not long after Sang Qiao and Xu Qiran sat down, the dishes were served one after another.

From cold dishes to hot dishes, from appetizers to desserts.

The cheongsam lady who sent the two of them in arranged all the dishes separately, and said in a sweet voice: "Mr. Sang, Mr. Xu, it's time to eat. If you need anything else, please call me at any time."

Sang Qiao beamed and blew a kiss to the beauty: "I love you! Can you get me another bottle of beer?"

The slender cheongsam lady curled up her lips: "Mr. Fu told you not to drink before he left."

Before Sang Qiao could speak.

He put another car key in front of Sang Qiao: "This is left to you by Director Fu, Mr. Sang, you can't drive after drinking."

Sang Qiao: "..."

The car keys of sports cars basically carry the logo of the factory.

Sang Qiao leaned over and took a look. The key seemed to be the Maserati that Fu Xingzhou drove when he came.

Wow.

Nice car!

Sang Qiao likes it.

So I honestly poured tea water into the cup, smashed it, raised my chopsticks, and prepared to feast on it.

There were only Sang Qiao and Xu Qiran in the huge box.

Compared with Sangqiao, who is full of greasy food.

Xu Qiran took the chopsticks a few times, but finally put them down, turned his head and asked, "Sang Qiao, do you know the chief executor of the Fu Corporation?"

Sang Qiao rolled his eyes several times: "You mean Fu Xingzhou?"

Xu Qiran glared at Sang Qiao: "Otherwise, who else is there?"

Sang Qiao wiped his mouth: "I just met you!"

Xu Qiran didn't believe it at all, and pressed Sangqiao's chopsticks back on the bowl: "Have you learned how to fool me? Will someone treat you to dinner?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao had no choice but to put down the bowl.

He rubbed his stomach, then burped a little, and said in compromise, "Okay, then I'll tell you, you must never tell anyone."

Every time Xu Qiran heard Sang Qiao's tone, he knew that nothing good was going on, and he was so worried that his head hurt: "Say."

Sang Qiao went to Xu Qiran's place and said, "I was taken over by Fu Xingzhou."

Xu Qiran: "..."

Xu Qiran reacted immediately: "What did you say?"

Sang Qiao turned around, hooked two thumbs obscenely, and said with a smile, "It's just a pure money relationship."

Xu Qiran was stunned.

He seemed to want to say something, but he opened his mouth, but didn't say it.

In this circle, this kind of relationship is so common that it is superfluous to even be surprised.

But it's different.

At least until today, Xu Qiran always thought that Sang Qiao would not take this step.

Because there are too many people chasing after Sangqiao.

He was so outstanding that even if he just stood there silently, he looked like a gorgeous rose.

It's a pity that roses are thorny, and others are dripping with blood.

Therefore, Sang Qiao's acting career will always remain in place.

Xu Qiran was silent for a while: "Sang Qiao, this kind of thing is not a long-term solution."

Sang Qiao pricked a piece of snack with a fork, curled his lips: "But there is no long-term thing in my life."

Xu Qiran: "..."

Sang Qiao raised his neck and devoured his food: "It's okay! Fu Xingzhou is handsome and rich, anyway, I won't suffer."

Xu Qiran was suffocated by Sang Qiao's anger for a few seconds, and finally came back slowly: "No one else knows about this?"

Sang Qiao shook his head: "Definitely not! You know, I know, Fu Xingzhou knows, whoever talks outside is shit!"

Xu Qiran: "..."

Xu Qiran wished he could beat Sangqiao up: "Speak out your trash talk one more time, and I'll buy you a Chinese textbook to copy."

Sang Qiao immediately became obedient, and fawned coquettishly: "As long as I don't let me copy the books, will the benefactor's father give each person half of the money?"

Xu Qiran: "Get out!"

Sang Qiao screeched away.

When I was rolling, I didn’t forget to call the cheongsam lady and ask her to take away all the uneaten food in a disposable lunch box.

The two rolled out of the box, ready to go to the director's place and wait for the scene.

Only to find that the brightly lit 3016 and 3018 on the opposite side had turned off the lights at some point, and even the doors were closed tightly.

The manager who had just met came over with another fresh-keeping box and stood still in front of Sangqiao.

He bent down with a smile on his face: "How dare you let Mr. Sang take the leftovers, these are some dishes you thought were good just now. If Mr. Sang wants to eat anything in the future, just call the number on the business card, and we will provide delivery service."

Sang Qiao thick-skinned and took the cheap money picked up by Bai, and then pointed to the box with the lights off: "Excuse me, have you finished the interview?"

The manager is slick and slick, and his words are particularly tactful: "No."

Sang Qiao: "Fart... Ah, I'm sorry I shouldn't be swearing, I think the lights are all dark."

The manager said patiently: "Because our club has stopped the reception service for this guest."

Sang Qiao: "???"

The manager smiled: "You can ask Mr. Fu for the specific situation. Mr. Sang, the car that Mr. Fu left for you is parked in the underground parking lot. I will take you there."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sangqiao's driver's license is an A license, which is an exclusive driver's license for driving large trucks.

In other words, this is his first time driving a car.

Sang Qiao, who was sitting in the driver's seat, twisted uncomfortably.

After finally finding the seat belt, he gossiped with Xu Qiran: "Stop the service, do you think they threw Director Wang out?"

Xu Qiran: "..."

Xu Qiran felt that 80.00% of this show was going to be cold, and even the chance with Sang Qiao might also be cold, so he was terribly worried: "Drive your car."

Sang Qiao shrugged his nose and backed the car out of the garage.

Sang Qiao, who drove the car for the first time, pulled up the hood very shyly.

The evening wind of the autumn night in the northern city blew on the face with the scorching heat that had not faded away, and the roar of the engine and the friction of the tires circled noisyly.

Xu Qiran's phone rang twice in a row, and the owner finally heard it the third time and picked it up.

Sang Qiao stopped the car on the side of the road, listened to Xu Qiran's phone call with his ears pricked up, and flirted with the beautiful women passing by the road with his head propped up.

Xu Qiran seemed to have heard some wonderful good news on the phone, and the look in his eyes when he handed it to Sang Qiao was much kinder.

after awhile.

Xu Qiran hung up the phone: "The director of the variety show I told you has changed."

Sang Qiao: "Huh?"

Xu Qiran's mood is obviously much better: "Originally, it was only broadcast on the back of the platform, but now the platform has invited a big director to come over, does Shao Ming know?"

Sang Qiao said sincerely, "I don't know."

Xu Qiran beat up Sang Qiao: "The earliest promoter of domestic talent show entertainment. Have you memorized all the knowledge I let you know about the industry?"

Sang Qiao knew nothing about studying, so he said honestly: "Then shall we still go to the interview?"

Xu Qiran said: "Yes, tomorrow."

Sang Qiao: "Oh..."

Xu Qiran thought for a while: "Could it be that Director Fu said hello?"

Sang Qiao leaned lazily on the steering wheel, and tilted his head: "How many dishes, drink like this?"

Xu Qiran: "...shut up."

After being taught a lesson by Xu Qiran, Sang Qiao was told to go home and prepare well for tomorrow's interview.

By the time I actually drove back to the house, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

A Maserati with a wider frame can't get into narrow alleys.

Sang Qiao thought of a lot of ways before finding a space in the temporary parking space on the side of the road and stuffing the car in.

It is different from Fu's, which is full of high-ranking and rich people, and it is also different from clubs whose environmental consumption is much higher than the average level.

It is full of smoke that chokes every inch of soil.

The floor tiles laid on the soles of the feet were already rotten and uneven, and oil stains and dirt that were difficult to remove were stained on the road.

Even though it was this time, most of the lights in the kitchen were still on.

That's people coming home late preparing a meal to reward themselves.

Promising young people have already moved away from here.

Except for the tenants, most of the rest are elderly people from ordinary families who do not want to drag their children down.

When Sang Qiao returned to the door of the unit, several old ladies downstairs were chatting with fan fans.

The old ladies all recognized Sang Qiao, and greeted him one after another: "Qiaoqiao is back, are you busy?"

Sang Qiao hooked a beautiful smile: "I'm not busy."

"Is Qiaoqiao tired? If not, help Grandma Zhang carry the water up?"

"There is also the gas at Grandma Li's house, don't worry, don't worry, you can move it tomorrow."

Old houses in the 60s and [-]s are generally not high, with only three or four floors.

Sang Qiao helped the grandmothers finish their work and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Turning around again, he said with crooked eyebrows, "I almost forgot, I have collected enough money for Grandpa Sun's medical treatment, and I will turn it over for him tomorrow, and have the operation quickly, there is no longer any delay."

Grandpa Sun's wife happened to be among the grandmas, and they said anxiously, "How can this be done? That money is not a small amount. There is no reason for you to pay!"

Sang Qiao smiled and said, "It should be. If I didn't have a bite of food from each of my grandparents, I would have starved to death."

After these words came out, the old people were a little silent.

immediately.

They also persuaded together: "Yes, treatment is the most important thing, human life is at stake. Now that the baby has grown up and is promising, let's see a doctor first."

Grandpa Sun's wife also hesitated, and after a while, he said, "Qiaoqiao, with so much money, is it really all right?"

Sang Qiao patted his chest: "It's okay, don't worry!"

800 million minus 80 for grandpa grandpa, Grandma Zhang needs a new color TV, Grandma Liu wants to buy a refrigerator, Grandma Li...

A [-]-square-meter house has only one bedroom and one living room.

However, due to the simplicity of the furnishings in the room, even one room and one living room seemed empty.

Sang Qiao yawned under the night light, couldn't hold it back, and lay down on the table with his arms pillowed on his head.

After deducting all expenses, there is still 650 million left.

Save some money, it should be enough for a lifetime.

Just don't know how long a lifetime is.

Sang Qiao held the pen in his mouth and pondered over this question carefully.

Before he could get an answer, the phone on the other side of the table rang.

Glancing.

exempt.

Dear father, Sang Chongde.

Sang Qiao rubbed his hair twice, grabbed the phone, and said, "Good evening, Chairman Sang."

Sang Zhongde looked down on Sang Qiao's ruffian the most: "You will never be able to be educated?"

Sang Qiao pretended: "I'm sorry, Chairman Sang, I don't have much tutoring, I'm so sorry."

Sang Zhongde took a deep breath, and changed the subject: "Have you received a certificate with Fu Xingzhou?"

Sang Qiao yawned again: "I got it."

Sang Chongde: "Take a photo and send it to me later, I'll take a look."

Sang Qiao grinned: "If you don't believe me, just tell me straight up, why use your accent. No problem, I'll send it to you later. Is there anything else?"

Sang Zhongde was probably almost suffocated by Sang Qiao, and he took a few breaths before continuing: "Do you remember what I told you?"

Sang Qiao: "Remember, it's a hidden marriage. Anyway, you can't tell others that Fu Xingzhou is marrying me."

"but."

Sang Qiao put his thin and white legs on the table, and shook them, "Could it be that you really plan to wait for Sang Qing to figure it out, and then exchange him with me?"

Sang Zhongde didn't want to say a word to Sang Qiao at all, and said coldly: "This has nothing to do with you."

Sang Qiao nodded: "It has nothing to do with me, I just think you are quite mentally handicapped, I want to comment."

Sang Zhongde: "..."

Sang Zhongde was so angry that he put down the phone.

Sang Qiao happily put down the phone, got up and whistled.

Happily went to the small bathroom to take a shower, and then curled up under the warm blanket.

Close your eyes.

Open your eyes.

Close your eyes.

Open your eyes.

……

Can't sleep.

Sang Qiao felt that his arms and legs were hurting badly, but his mind was so clear that he could spray ten more pesticides or eat chicken.

He rolled left and right on the bed for a while, and finally chose to lift the quilt and get out of bed.

Glancing at the phone.

Three o'clock at night.

Everything was quiet outside the window.

At a glance, I couldn't find even the slightest light or shadow.

It seemed more and more that he was out of tune with this world.

Sang Qiao stood by the window for a while, as if suddenly realizing something, he took another step back.

Then he turned around, went back inside and turned on the light in one go.

The lights brightened instantly.

Sang Qiao opened a drawer under the table and took out a small white medicine bottle without a label.

There is still white water left in the glass.

Sang Qiao poured out two pills and drank them with water.

The already cold water cools down the stomach and intestines all the way to the heart.

Sang Qiao curled his lips, screwed up the medicine bottle and threw it in the drawer: "Bah, Doctor Spicy Chicken, it's really bad."

The author has something to say: Fu Xingzhou: Who is the patron's father?

Fu Xingzhou: That's my wife, understand?my wife!

Bridge Bridge: 00

Qiaoqiao: Even though I'm fussy, scumbag, and idiot, can you forgive me for my sickness' sake, and qaaaaaq to show off to you!