My poor boyfriend became the richest man after being dumped by me

After two filmings, "I Really Like You" has officially finished.

This show has signed a contract with Platform H. According to the practice of Channel H, before the online drama is released, the lead actor of the online drama will be invited to do a live interview to create a wave of momentum for the pre-broadcast.

The decoration style of the live broadcast room is lively and the colors are gorgeous. In order to reflect the sweet love between the hero and the heroine, a pink peach heart double sofa was prepared, and Su Qiao, the male supporting role, sat on the high stool beside her.

Unintentionally planting willows and willows into the shade, Su Qiao sat down, swinging her two long legs chicly. The calves wrapped in hard light-colored jeans are strong and slender. Because of her dancing skills, her waist is narrow and her back is straight, with smooth lines.

Shu Yao and Zhou Ke were originally shorter than him, and they were trapped in the soft sofa. The visual effect looked even shorter, and they were completely reduced to the background of Su Qiao's personal show.

Shu Yao propped her chin and looked at him enviously, "Brother, you are so tall, did you drink milk every day when you were young?"

Su Qiao smiled, "Maybe."

"I knew I would drink more milk." Shu Yao's eyes were glued to his legs.

Zhou Ke kept smiling for the camera, Shu Yao really has never seen the world, she is tall but not top-notch, there is something for her.

The host style of the H platform was relaxed and lively. The host asked a few questions enthusiastically, and talked about Zhou Xinyi's first love complex in "I Really Like You".

"First love is the most memorable. Have any of the leading actors' first loves done anything that moved you?"

Zhou Ke made his debut as an idol and shook his head, "Sorry, I haven't been in a relationship yet."

"Really?" The host looked disbelieving.

Zhou laughed, "My first love is the fans who have always supported me."

Su Qiao has just arrived here and hasn't learned how to circle around. Faced with the host's question, she hesitated for a few seconds.

The host looked at him expectantly.

Su Qiao is really not good at lying, and said honestly: "My first love once gave me a small house made of paper.

"This must be very precious to you." The host seldom saw such a real person, so he couldn't help softening his tone.

Zhou Ke couldn't help but smile, glanced at Su Qiao, and said with a smile: "There was a suitor who wanted to give me a set of Daping in Jiangzhu District. Of course, I didn't accept it."

Su Qiao looked calm, still recalling the scene when He Zhijin gave him a house made of paper.

Su Qiao would occasionally go to He Zhijin's house. One time, Su Qiao saw a small house made of paper on TV, and was very curious about how it was made. After struggling for a long time, He Zhijin coaxed him to go to bed.

The next day, Su Qiao woke up together, and there was a neat little house made of paper by the bedside.

The wastepaper basket was full of balls of waste paper, and He Zhijin didn't sleep all night, so he tried his best to fold them out.

Zhou Ke didn't see the envious expression on Su Qiao's face, couldn't hold back his breath, and said with a smile, "Someone gave me a Maserati, but I didn't like it. I only like the floats that fans gave me."

Su Qiao gave him a very appreciative glance, and nodded in agreement.

Zhou Ke: "???"

What Su Qiao dislikes the most in the sports car is Maserati. Except for the sound of the engine, the others are so-so, earthy and rough. Only the boss who loves to pretend to buy this is the most favorite.

Zhou Ke doesn't like Maserati, it's so discerning, it's a hero who sees the same thing.

There was a moment of stunned silence in the barrage, and the screen was full of hahahahahaha.

[Is Su Qiao a sand sculpture?Can't hear people mocking his card house? ]

[Tiantian is too fond of fans, Su Qiao has low EQ, has never seen the world, and takes a card house as a treasure. ]

[I feel that Su Qiao's conditions should be good, and the cost of rock climbing and national standard learning is not low. ]

[The price of the gift is not the price, but the heart. The three views in the barrage are too crooked. ]

[Zhou Kecai has a low EQ, Su Qiao said that he can say a mansion when he mentioned a paper house, either on purpose or low. ]

[Am I the only one looking at Su Qiao's face? Mom, I'm going to marry this man today, and it's hard for anyone to talk. ]

The dispute in the barrage had nothing to do with Su Qiao's mood. He came out of the live broadcast room of Channel H. The sun was clear and the breeze was blowing. Satellite called a Didi to drive him back to the company.

Wen Jie, the legal person of the Pineapple Company, has returned from vacation abroad, which means that Su Qiao can receive two months of backlog of wages.

A total of 4000 yuan.

If a few months ago, Su Qiao would have frowned when he heard 4000 yuan, it was not enough for him to treat his friends to dinner, what could he do?

But for Su Qiao now, [-] is a huge sum of money. In the car, he took the memo on his mobile phone and made an account. The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and he gave [-] to Uncle He. Thank you Uncle He Time to take care of Su's parents.

Take out another two thousand to Su's mother to buy some new year's goods, and the remaining one thousand can be saved for emergencies.

After finishing the final account, Su Qiao realized that he hadn't been troubled by bankruptcy for a long time.

Humans are too adaptable. When a white swan lands on a duck farm, it will forget that it ever had wings.

Su Qiao's boss, Wen Jie, has peach blossom eyes, a high nose bridge, and a restless face. He leans against the leather chair, glances at Su Qiao, and then concentrates on the computer screen, playing games.

Su Qiao wrote down the bank card number on the paper and pushed it over, "Boss Wen."

"Just put it here, I'll send you the money after typing." Wen Jie clicked the mouse back and forth, clicking randomly on the screen.

Su Qiao waited to get the money, turned her head and looked at the screen for a few seconds, "1706."

"What?" Wen Jie looked up from behind the computer unhappily.

"The password for this room is 1706."

Wen Jie was stunned for a moment. He was playing an escape room game. This time, the prompt word was "letter". Go in and give it a try.

Wen Jie knocked on the keyboard, and the door of the room that was closed in the game slowly opened, and the sky brightened.

"Have you played this before?" Wen Jie leaned back on the chair and looked at Su Qiao curiously.

"No." Su Qiaoxiu pointed his finger at the computer screen, "The theme of the room is letters, and the oil painting in the corner is Vermeer's self-portrait. Among his paintings in the 17th century, six of them are about letters, so I guess the password. It's 6."

Wen Jie stared at him for a few seconds, only half of the oil painting in the corner was exposed, and ghosts could tell what was painted, "What did you learn?"

"On Art History." Su Qiao only wanted money, and pushed the paper with the bank account written on it towards Wen Jie.

Although Su Qiao came here from the university, but he has heard everything he should know.

Without saying a word, Wen Jie transferred the money to him on the spot.

He was rather curious. Although He Zhijin kept silent about He Zhijin's first love, he had heard some stories about the second young master of the Su family from other people.

Rumor has it that the young master is spoiled and spoiled, arrogant and arrogant. The young master should have a lot of problems, and Wen Jie is already ready to receive the young master.

But Su Qiao was a completely different person when he heard from Satellite. Although he was not human, he was sincere, approachable and easy to get along with.

Wen Jie murmured in his heart, what happened to Su Qiao that changed so much?

In the evening, Wen Jie kept Su Qiao and Weixing, and he was rarely free. He invited the only two remaining employees of the Pineapple Company to eat Japanese food to celebrate that the Pineapple Company had finally filmed its first movie.

The place is set at a high-end Japanese restaurant in the urban area. There are two floors above and below. There are Japanese lanterns hanging at the door, and two beauties in kimonos are standing there.

Su Qiao and Weixing walked in. The restaurant was empty, and there was no one at the table on Sunday. The waiter in clogs led them to the private room, pushed open the paper sliding door, and there was incense burning inside. The small bridge and flowing water provided an elegant environment.

Wen Jie was sitting inside, looking at his phone, saw the two of them, and waved, "You guys order first, I have a friend coming later."

"This business is so deserted. Is the food not good?" Satellite muttered.

Wen Jie glanced at Su Qiao, "Today is reserved, my friend status is quite special."

A friend from Wenjie, who is so special that he needs to book a dinner, Su Qiao felt a chill down his spine, don't be the person he guessed.

Last time when he was forced to sign the contract, Su Qiao went to see him bravely. He compared his heart with his heart. He Zhijin hates him so much now. Seeing him, he probably lost his appetite.

But the sky did not come true. When He Zhijin came in, Su Qiao heard the gasp of the satellite, and exclaimed in a low voice, "Mr. He from Wudong!"

He Zhijin was dressed casually, with a black stand-up collar shirt and a black coat made of pure wool. He was well-dressed and elegant.

He sat directly next to Wen Jie, with a personable demeanor, "Have you ordered food yet?"

Satellite touched Su Qiao's elbow with excitement in his eyes. He Zhijin seldom appeared in front of the media. Everyone only knew that he was a pioneer of the times, a business leader, and a leader sought after by capital. Who would have thought that he was so young and so tall? so handsome.

Su Qiao picked up the tea, took a sip, looked at the tea leaves floating in the cup, and pretended to be calm.

He wasn't afraid of He Zhijin, but he was afraid of seeing He Zhijin. He was obviously close before, but now he had to pretend not to know each other.

Su Qiao is really not good at pretending.

After He Zhijin finished ordering, he half-rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing a sharp forearm, took the sake, got a glass, and talked about work, "I read the email you sent me. Thematic funds are not recommended. You can try active funds." Hybrid funds."

Su Qiao listened to Wen Jie and He Zhijin's back-and-forth chatting. What blue ocean and red ocean were all professional terms, and he didn't quite understand them.

When the waiter served the food, Su Qiao thought while eating, there is no difference between people, they all have one nose and two eyes, but whoever comes out of the stomach determines the life of this person.

If he wasn't Su Lihua's son, He Zhijin wasn't the illegitimate son of the He family, they were just ordinary people, maybe they could be together for a long time.

The miso soup in her mouth was hot, Su Qiao breathed out a few breaths, stirred the soup in the bowl, raised her head, and a clean and slender hand reached her eyes, holding a glass of water.

"..."

"..."

Satellite and Wenjie looked at the glass of water together.

Pavlov's dogs salivate when they hear the bell, and the conditioned reflex is written into muscle memory.

He Zhijin frowned, put the glass in front of Su Qiao's eyes, turned his head, looked at Wen Jie, and calmly continued to pick up the topic just now.

Indifferent as if nothing happened.

Su Qiao took a sip of water, looked at He Zhijin, and pursed her lips.

After finishing the meal on the table, Wen Jie was still hungry, so he asked Weixing to go to the front desk to order some dishes. Weixing stood up suddenly, and the Japanese-style low log table moved accordingly. The glass that was originally placed on the table "boom " and fell down, all the water splashed on Su Qiao's T-shirt.

Weixing was startled, touched Su Qiao's waist a few times, and found that it was cold water, "I'm scared to death, don't burn you."

He Zhijin stared at Satellite's hand, frowning indistinctly.

"It's okay." Su Qiao waved her hand, the skirt of the clothes was wet in a big lump, sticking to the waist and abdomen, tightly drawing out the thin waist line.

"Just go out and let the wind dry."

Satellite looked at him, "Now this season, you wear this to go out and catch a cold, you should take off my coat."

As he spoke, he took off the sweater on his upper body and handed it to Su Qiao.

Su Qiao glanced at He Zhijin who looked calm and distant, and couldn't help but say, "I'll find a shopping mall later."

He just wore a T-shirt, and nothing underneath. He wasn't afraid of Wenjie and Weixing, but He Zhijin...

After all, the two of them have slept together for several months, and He Zhijin has touched everything that can and cannot be touched on him.

Su Qiao was really embarrassed to be naked in front of He Zhijin.

As a straight man, Weixing did not get into Su Qiao's brain circuit, "They are all men, are there any girls, what are you afraid of, quickly take them off and put them on."

He Zhijin turned his head with great interest, looked at Su Qiao's troubled look, and swept across Su Qiao's snow-white waistline, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Su Qiao is like a persecuted woman from a good family, "I'll change it later."

Satellite scratched his hair, glanced at Wen Jie and He Zhijin, "Qiao Qiao, are you embarrassed?"

"No." Su Qiao immediately denied.

"Then what's wrong with you?" The satellites are hard to understand, they are all men, flat like an airport, what's the point of view.

Wen Jie let out a chuckle, and looked at Su Qiao amusedly.

Su Qiao couldn't explain the problem. She gritted her teeth, squirmed, and made others laugh. She took the sweater from Satellite, "It's nothing, I'll change it now."

He held the T-shirt with both hands, and lifted a section, revealing a thin waist and abdomen. The skin of the belly was white and firm.

He Zhijin narrowed his eyes, put down the wine glass in his hand, glanced at his waist seemingly inadvertently, and said in a flat tone, "There is a men's clothing store nearby, I will take you to change clothes."

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