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

Su Qiao was awakened by the heat.

He opened his heavy eyelids, the layout of the room was unfamiliar, and after two or three seconds of trance, his eyes focused on the focus.

He Zhijin was sitting on the sofa, wearing the shirt from last night, her hair was neat and tidy, and the glass lenses of the rimless glasses were clear and clear. She was holding a book in her hand and staring at him.

Su Qiao felt hairy all over her body, and instantly woke up.

He was so tired last night, he just wanted to take a nap, but he didn't expect to sleep until dawn. Su Qiao sat up with his arms on the sofa, "Mr. He, I'm sorry, I fell asleep last night."

He Zhijin casually moved his gaze down three inches to his navel, and Su Qiao looked down, her breath was stagnant, and she hurriedly grabbed a pillow to cover her crotch.

Can't blame him, this is a normal physical reaction.

He Zhijin withdrew his gaze and asked jokingly, "Do you need my help?"

Su Qiao's ears were red, and while covering it with a pillow, she walked towards the bathroom, "You're too kind, I can do it myself."

The structure of the room is similar to that of the Su family's old house. Su Qiao found the bathroom without any mistakes. He washed his face with cold water, splashed water on his hot cheeks, turned around, and gently tapped the cold water on his forehead. Tiled walls, trying to calm myself down.

It is not shameful to be ashamed, but not to be seen, he actually "raised the flag" in front of He Zhijin.

15 minute later.

Su Qiao returned to the living room. He Zhijin opened the refrigerator, took out a can of milk, poured it into a transparent glass, and handed it to him. He pretended to glance at the watch casually, and said flatly, "The staying power is good."

Su Qiao had a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, took the milk, gulped and drank it, he was really fair, from the tips of his ears to his neck was stained with a light powder, like lotus petals.

He put down his glass, "Thank you, I'm home."

He Zhijin nodded his jaw, Su Qiao walked to the door, and the down jacket that was originally hanging on the hanger disappeared, "Where are my clothes?"

A middle-aged aunt came down from upstairs with a broom in her hand. Hearing Su Qiao's voice, she jogged over, "Sir, I dry-cleaned your clothes for you, and they are now in the dryer."

He Zhijin seemed to remember this, raised his eyelids slightly, and glanced at Su Qiao with a slightly reproachful look, "Are you rolling in the mud?"

Su Qiao just found out the down jacket the day before, and he remembered it was quite clean, maybe it was accidentally dusted last night, "Auntie, how long can it be dried?"

Auntie smiled embarrassedly, "Sir, we have to wait until eleven o'clock."

Su Qiao thanked her, found a secluded place, called Su's mother, and told her to play at a friend's house and go home for dinner at noon.

The quiet needle drop can be heard in the air.

He Zhijin sat on the dining table, typing on the thin notebook keyboard with his slender fingers, his knuckles raised with the movement, and the key sound was crisp, with a steaming cup of Americano coffee next to him.

He didn't mean to talk to Su Qiao at all.

Su Qiao sat quietly for a while, and there were two hours before eleven o'clock, she turned her head and asked, "Mr. He, don't you need to go to the company?"

"No work today." He Zhijin glanced at him and looked at the screen calmly.

Su Qiao sighed in his heart, how would two hours pass, he got up and sat on the piano bench, tentatively dialed out a string of notes lightly, turned his head, He Zhijin looked focused and did not respond.

Su Qiao let go of her heart, and tapped the black and white keys as she wished, the sound of the piano was soft and soft.

He is not good at playing the piano, and he doesn't know many pieces. When Su Lihua and Su's mother were busy with work when they were young, they found a tutor to tutor Su Qiao, but he was not born to study, and he was arrogant and arrogant.

In the end, Su Lihua had nothing to do, so he was sent to a hobby training class and let him spend his time. His arrogance didn't change, but he learned a lot of skills.

He Zhijin's eyes rose from his bare ankles and thin calves to his tight waist and hips due to sitting posture, straight back, and finally stopped at the back of his head with disheveled hair.

He stared closely, without blinking, his eyes were deep and burning. The moment Su Qiao showed signs of turning around, He Zhijin turned his face and looked calmly at the Youlan laptop screen.

In [actor Su Qiao]'s Weibo, there are some novel words that I don't know what to say.

Comment 1: It is true that "I Really Like You" exposed Su Qiao alone, but it was Zhou Tian who had an endorsement and a magazine, so she was holding back.

Comment 2: Pay attention to our Zhou Tian, ​​a close friend of XX brand, an ambassador of XXX, the cover of XXX magazine, and the ability to carry goods at the first level. Does Su Qiao have any actual achievements?

Comment 3: I am not a fan, I only like the role of Yu Yue, the works are king, I don’t pay attention to Su Qiao’s endorsement.

Comment 4: I love Su Qiao's face, I don't pay attention to his other works, I just want to be his mom, and I look forward to the next work of Qiao Qiao's children.

Comment 5: If I were a fan of Zhou Ke, I wouldn’t humiliate myself. In "I Really Like You", the two of them are in the same scene, like a prince and a servant. The heroine is really blind when she likes Zhou Ke.

He Zhijin frowned slightly, with a calm expression, but there was a bit of disgust in his eyes.

After the snow, the sky was clear, the air outside was cold and bitter, and the trees on the ground were all white.

Su Qiao took a deep breath, as if he had swallowed a mouthful of ice water, and his whole body became stiff from the cold. He opened the car door and got into the back seat of the Bentley.

He Zhijin went back to Wu Dong's company and gave him a ride along the way.

Su Qiao felt very lucky and saved a lot of taxi fare, but she couldn't help thinking that she is really good at living now.

Secretary Zhou sat in the co-pilot and reported his work in an orderly manner. After a series of words, he said, "Mr. He, should we still use the company's internal referral method to hire consultants?"

"Ah."

He Zhijin tilted her head gracefully, and said in a calm voice, "Introduction is carried out from the old shareholders of the Su family. The people they introduced know more about the real estate market in Rongcheng than ours."

"Okay." Secretary Zhou wrote a few lines and said, "According to what you said last time, there is no age limit, and re-employment is not excluded. The only requirement is experience, which is good enough for Rongcheng's real estate market team." Understand, have a certain leadership foundation..."

He Zhijin nodded his chin, with a calm expression on his face.

Su Qiao said yes or no, listen, Su Lihua meets this requirement, but Su Lihua's status is embarrassing, bankruptcy has dragged down many shareholders, and he wished that the Su family would never turn over.

The company pushes it internally, and no shareholder will be willing to give his father a hand.

It is easy to add icing on the cake, but it is difficult to send charcoal in the snow.

He understands this truth better than anyone else.

Weixing was right, after "I Really Like You" became popular, Su Qiao's next play was settled.

The pineapple company was crowded with people, and the producer broke through the threshold, and won the first place in the competition, and was able to sign Su Qiao's next play.

As for the next one, few people want it. The current flow artists are changing too fast. Fans are this girl’s girlfriend today, and that girl’s mom tomorrow. Who can guarantee that they will always like Su Qiao?

Who can guarantee that Su Qiao will always have good resources?

So hurry up and squeeze the value out of him, and if you can make a fortune, it's a fortune.

Su Qiao looked at the mountain of scripts on the table, took a sip of coffee to refresh himself, took a ballpoint pen and a notebook, and read each one carefully.

Wen Jie crossed his arms and leaned against the glass wall, "Su Qiao, come and help me play the game for a while."

Su Qiao put down her pen, walked into the office, sat on the leather chair, and carefully looked at the structure of the secret room for a while, "This is very simple."

He moved the mouse, operated smoothly, easily found the key, and opened the door of the room.

Wen Jie rested his jaw on the back of the chair, "Why can't I find any clues?"

"This kind of game requires a little logical thinking." Su Qiao compared her thumb and index finger.

Wen Jie squinted his peach blossom eyes and stared at the screen, "You are giving me a few tests so that I can study."

The boss spoke, Su Qiao followed suit, thinking it was because she had read too many scripts, so she changed her mind.

Su Qiao is very sensitive to the clues in the secret room, and can always find the corresponding password in the first time. Levels that exceed the standard of difficulty are like cutting melons and vegetables.

Wen Jie lay on the back of the chair, looking at him from top to bottom.

Su Qiao's hair is half-curled, her nose is straight, her lips are perfectly curved, exuding a noble and glamorous vibe.

"You really look like my cat."

Su Qiao: "Thank you."

The author has something to say: There is no sub-CP in this book~

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Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 5 bottles of mousse and dark green Deliang sauce; 3 bottles of nonsense; 2 bottles of X.Y;. 1 bottle;