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

A recent consumer survey questionnaire was quietly posted on Weibo and other social media.

The questions are aimed at female groups aged 15 to 35, from the fast-moving consumer brands they have recently consumed, their favorite fashion brands, to the image positioning of luxury brands, etc. Answer the questionnaire to get a small gift, and the girls forwarded it to their friends after answering the questionnaire Bed wool together.

Everyone thought it was an observation of social consumption habits, so they kept quiet until the questionnaire went offline, and it did not attract any attention.

Secretary Zhou stepped on high heels, holding the folder and gently placed it on the desk, "Mr. He, the investigation results you want are out."

He Zhijin raised his jaw and motioned for her to speak.

Secretary Zhou opened the file, "In the past week, we conducted a [-]-point questionnaire covering the three first-tier cities of Jingrong'an. The statistical results of the most popular fast-moving consumer brands, fashion brands, affordable luxury and luxury brands in the market are all Here it is."

He Zhijin lowered his head and looked at it carefully, then tapped the Miko Group, the most popular fast-moving consumer product, with his fingertips, "I want this first."

Secretary Zhou marked the document with emphasis, "You and the person in charge of the Miko Group are scheduled to meet at [-] pm on Friday, is that okay?"

"can."

Secretary Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the documents on the table, and looked at the stern profile of the man in front of her. Compared to Wu Dong's others, she had worked with this man for three years, so she somewhat understood his thoughts.

As for Su Qiao's name, she had heard it several times from the mouth of He Zhijin who was drunk.

When sober, this man never mentioned these two words.

"Mr. He, if you still have old feelings for Mr. Su, why don't you tell him directly?"

According to He Zhijin's current strength, wouldn't it be as simple as picking something out of a pocket to win Su Qiao.

He Zhijin glanced at her and sneered, "You don't understand him."

Secretary Zhou was puzzled, "If you want to be with Mr. Su, I don't think he will refuse you."

He Zhijin turned his face sideways, the deep twilight outside the window was deep, "I don't want to be with him."

"Then you want to..."

He Zhijin smiled lightly and remained silent, her gaze remained unmoved, as if nothing could shake her.

What I want is that he can't leave me in this life.

Su Qiao has been lucky recently.

It was late at night after reading the script, and Su's mother called early the next morning, and he lay on the table in a daze and pressed the speakerphone.

Mother Su's voice was beaming, "Little Qiao, go home for dinner tonight!"

"What are you so happy about?" Su Qiao got up from the table and patted her cheek.

Mother Su smiled, "It's a great event, you will know when you come back."

Su Qiao infected her joy and said with a smile: "You tell me first."

Su's mother happily announced, "Uncle Gao recommended your father to be Wu Dong's consultant. Your father went to negotiate successfully yesterday!"

Su Qiao was taken aback for a moment, she just heard He Zhijin talking about this matter in the car a few days ago, she didn't expect that there were shareholders who were really willing to give Su Lihua a hand.

This is too coincidental.

Mother Su called "Little Qiao" a few times, and Su Qiao came back to her senses and responded, "Old Su must be very happy, right?"

"Your dad couldn't sleep last night. It's not like you don't know. He's been busy for most of his life, and he can't rest at all. Since the accident happened at home, he has been unhappy all day. Yesterday, I saw your dad so happy for the first time."

"That's good, I'll come back for dinner tonight."

"Hey... Xiao Qiao, wait a minute." Su's mother slowed down her tone and said earnestly, "I discussed it with your father last night. Mr. He from Wudong has helped our family a lot. It will be Chinese New Year soon, so I plan to buy some Things to visit, you go too?"

Su Qiao supported her forehead. If Su Lihua and Su's mother saw He Zhijin's face and knew that He Zhijin was his ex-boyfriend, they wouldn't be happy. "Don't bother me. I'll visit him sometime."

Su's mother was worried that he was ignorant of the world, so she specifically told him what gift he wanted to buy, and she had to speak properly.

Su Qiao hung up the phone and lay down on the script, feeling complicated in her heart, half of which made Su Lihua happy, and half of which felt that luck was too good.

It seems that everything can come true.

He is a serious foreign student and doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, but what happened recently made him have to believe that in the dark, the ancestors and ancestors are protecting their family.

When science cannot explain things, only metaphysics can be used to answer them.

With the great help of Satellite and Wenjie, Su Qiao picked out the most satisfactory script from the piles of scripts.

The screenplay is adapted from the annual hit "Please, Senior". It tells the story of the heroine who was delayed in her studies due to mental illness. After traveling around the world for five years, she returned to her second year of high school. The male protagonist, the two became happy friends.

This script is a collection of the current trendy hot words youth campus, sweet pet sister and brother love, hilarious and funny, anti-routine, etc., and the character of the male protagonist Fang Ruoyu is particularly well shaped, indifferent and ruthless to the outside world, sweet and warm to the female protagonist , A search on Weibo revealed that Fang Ruoyu had countless wives and girlfriends.

The production team took a fancy to Su Qiao's performance of "Yu Yue", which is the same type as Fang Ruoyu. If Su Qiao can win this role, it will be a step forward for his career.

The audition time was set after the Spring Festival, and Su Qiao stayed at home for a week, studying Fang Ruoyu's character and preparing for the audition.

On the day of Laba, Su Mu gave him two boxes of refined pastries, but Su Qiao didn't take them, and went to the supermarket to bring a large box of lightly salted soda crackers.

He Zhijin didn't like snacks, and didn't even touch pastries. In the past, Su Qiao couldn't finish the leftovers, so he had to force He Zhijin to eat, so He Zhijin frowned and ate those sweet jelly chocolates.

Among them, when he was eating soda crackers, his expression was not so ugly, Su Qiao knew that he liked to eat them, so he usually bought soda crackers when he had nothing to do, and fed the rest to He Zhijin after eating a few bites.

Holding a box of biscuits, Su Qiao walked through the heavy snow and cold wind to the Wudong Group.

The beautiful new secretary at the front desk saw his face with distressed eyes, and said softly, "Brother, put the courier in the security room, we don't accept courier here."

Su Qiao was stunned for a moment, then laughed dumbly, "I'm looking for Mr. He, I have something for him."

"Do you have an appointment?"

"Please make a call and tell him that someone sent him soda biscuits. If you want them, tell him to come down and get them quickly." Su Qiao's arms were sore.

The front desk hesitated to make an internal call, and just picked up the receiver when a group of people walked out of the elevator.

The originally noisy hall fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes were focused on the leading man.

He Zhijin was wearing a dark gray formal suit, a meticulous three-piece suit, a black suit vest with a formal dark blue gold-splashed tie, and a white silk scarf folded in the coat pocket. He was well-dressed and had the elite air of a young talent.

Standing next to him was a foreigner with brown hair and blue eyes in a suit and leather shoes, talking about something in English.

He Zhijin stopped in her tracks, glanced at Su Qiao's transparent ear tips that were frozen red, her pupils narrowed slightly, when Su Qiao saw him, she forced a smile, and walked over a few steps with the cardboard box in her arms.

Su Qiao stretched out her hand and handed over a box full of biscuits, "Here, this is a thank you gift from me."

He realized that he should say a few scene words, as if he was grateful for what he saw on TV, and his kindness will never be forgotten, but his tongue couldn't control him, and he couldn't say these words at all.

The bodyguard next to him took a step forward and tried to take the box, but He Zhijin hugged the cardboard box first, with a calm voice, "I don't need to send it to the company in the future."

Su Qiao thought to herself, where else can I send the gift to the company.

The bodyguard walked to the front and looked at the biscuit box. He Zhijin glanced at him, signaling that he didn't need to help.

He was dressed like an aristocratic gentleman, and he should be sitting in the conservatory drinking afternoon tea with fine china. Now he was holding a biscuit box full of cartoon velvet bears. It was a bit nondescript, but no one wanted to laugh.

Everyone exchanged glances, their faces full of secrecy.

There was an endless stream of people who came to the company to ask He Zhijin for work or to borrow money every day. Some gave antiques, calligraphy and paintings, some gave sports cars and yachts, and some gave famous wine and beauties, but this boss didn't even lift his eyelids.

Looking at Su Qiao's gaze, he couldn't help but feel a little intriguing.

He Zhijin turned around, said a few words to that foreign friend, then turned to look at Su Qiao, "Let's go, I'll take you home."

Su Qiao couldn't wait for her wish, and followed her in big strides.

In the underground parking lot, He Zhijin lifted his jaw, and the bodyguard opened the trunk of the Bentley, moved out the valuable red wine that was originally placed on the hatchback, and moved it out of the biscuit box.

Su Qiao obediently sat in the back seat, bowed her head and fastened her seat belt.

Just as the driver was about to leave, a red Lamborghini sprang out from the front of the car. Accompanied by the vibration of the engine, the reckless rampage was deafening in the silent parking lot.

Seeing that he was about to hit the front of the car, the driver slammed on the brakes and made a sharp turn. Su Qiao grabbed the car door with both hands. Thanks to the restraint of the seat belt, he was saved from the collision.

Su Qiao was startled, still in shock, He Zhijin glanced at him to confirm that he was fine, narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at the Lamborghini license plate, opened the door, and got out of the car.

The door of the Lamborghini was pushed open, and a woman wearing a satin cheongsam and purple fur and a beige retro hat came out, like a gorgeous actress in an old Shanghai movie. Of course, the premise is that she is not like Now the same MILFs.

The woman was high-spirited and strode towards He Zhijin, but was stopped by two tall bodyguards in black. She sneered and stared at the indifferent He Zhijin through the gap.

"Where did you take my son?"

He Zhijin turned his head, and Su Qiao was lying on the window, staring at the dark eyes, focused, met his eyes, and immediately sat upright, obediently without hearing anything outside the window.

As soon as He Zhijin raised his chin, the driver immediately understood and rolled up the window.

The multi-layer soundproof glass imported from Germany, even if the outside is hoarse, the inside is still as quiet as the night.

He Zhijin narrowed his eyes slightly, his smile was warm, and he looked at her lightly.

The woman gritted her silver teeth and stared at him fiercely, "Hand over my son, or you will never have a peaceful life."

He Zhijin ignored it.

"If he gets hurt a little bit, I'll kill you!" The woman grimaced, grabbed the luxury brand handbag in her hand and threw it at it, and it fell to the ground with a "bang" in mid-air.

She looked at the bag on the ground, raised her head and raised her chest, and took a step back pretending to be dignified, her posture was elegant, but the words she said were unpleasant, "You bastard born to a bitch, you are as vicious as your mother, don't you want to be like your mother?" My son is on par."

He Zhijin had a calm expression on his face, and the bodyguard next to him was furious, staring at the woman.

He was neither sad nor happy, and the woman's emotions began to lose control, and she rushed up. The two bodyguards quickly stopped her and held her back, suppressing their anger, "Madam, calm down."

The woman was furious, and roared: "Don't think that I don't know about the dirty things you do behind your back. Do you think that the old man thinks highly of you, so you are great? You are just a good dog of our family. You are a good dog." What! You dare to touch my son, you will die!"

He Zhijin leaned on the car door with her arms folded, her posture relaxed.

The woman laughed back in anger, her eyes were as fierce as a ghost, she laughed and cried, "What did I do wrong, you want to treat me and my son like this."

"The only thing you did wrong is that you shouldn't be here today." He Zhijin spoke slowly and clearly.

The woman was stunned, not understanding the meaning of this sentence.

He Zhijin pressed his brows in distress, "Stop watching the excitement, and send her to have a psychiatric appraisal."

He paused, and his tone was quite concerned, "Go to the best hospital, don't delay Madam's condition."

The two bodyguards immediately grabbed the woman's arms, and easily dragged her back to the red Lamborghini. The woman's screams were heard in the empty parking lot, and everyone who heard it was terrified.

When the sound and the Lamborghini disappeared together, He Zhijin opened the rear door and sat in with a calm expression. He pulled off the white silk scarf pinned to his chest, and slowly stroked his slender fingers.

Although Su Qiao didn't hear the voice, but looking at the woman's expression and mouth shape, it is definitely not a good thing. Thinking about the background plot briefly mentioned in the original book, I imagined a grand challenge of illegitimate child survival.

Su Qiao grew up in a happy family, his parents were harmonious, and he had never experienced complicated family relationships. He thought about it differently. If he lived in a poor life, he would not be able to survive a day, let alone a prosperous life.

Thinking about it this way, He Zhijin is really pitiful, being bullied by his family every day, Su Qiao's sympathy surged, she patted He Zhijin's hand on her knee, and gave her a clear and firm look.

Ex-boyfriend, come on!

He Zhijin looked down at his hand, raised his head to meet his encouraging eyes, frowned slightly, then paused, leaned back slightly, leaned back on the chair with a tired face, put his backhand on Su Qiao's hand, fingers She squeezed Su Qiao's hand tightly, as if trying to suppress something.

Su Qiao felt the warmth in his hands and the tense muscles on his wrists. It didn't feel pain, but a kind of gentle power, inch by inch, passed to him through the blood.

It seems to be able to feel the heartbeat through the pulse.

The author has something to say: give everyone 15 red envelopes immediately.

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