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

Su Qiao wanted to pull his hand back, rationally he should do so, but the tiredness on He Zhijin's face tied him tightly like a rope.

Let him have to submit.

Su Qiao turned her attention to the outside of the window, watching the pure silver snowflakes, and the streets of Rongcheng near the end of the year were extremely lively.

At the intersection of traffic lights, a young couple in school uniform shared a plaid scarf. The girl smiled and put her hand into the boy's pocket, and then they hugged each other sweetly, adding warmth to the cold winter.

Love or not, Su Qiao has never thought so much about it. Before, he was beautiful and rich, and he was loved by thousands of people. What others call liking, to him is two people playing together, and goodbye when he is tired.

Anyway, there are a lot of people who like him, why bother to make a lifelong relationship with one person at a young age.

How boring is that?How boring?

Su Qiao was surprised to be able to date He Zhijin for three years in retrospect.

The car stopped at the intersection of the antique commercial street. There was a lot of traffic and the crowd was bustling. He Zhijin raised his hand, glanced at the gold-plated watch, and said in a casual tone, "Let's eat Chinese food."

Although there is a "bar", it is not an inquiry sentence, but a real statement sentence, without any room for refutation.

Su Qiao hesitated, nodded, not picky eaters, he can eat anything, he followed He Zhijin into a Chinese restaurant with overhanging eaves, the decoration is antique, the store has been cleared, no one is there, the two sat on the second floor facing window box.

Today is Laba, Su Qiao ordered an extra five-flavored porridge, He Zhijin took off his coat, revealing his shirt and vest, which was very eye-catching, he flipped through the menu casually, his face was blurred by the white smoke from the tea.

Su Qiao rested his chin with one hand, and He Zhijin looked at the menu very seriously, just like looking at a tens of billions of contracts. He thought of interesting things one by one, lowered his voice, and asked cautiously: "Would you like to go now?" A bar?"

He Zhijin looked at the menu and said coldly, "I won't go."

The corner of Su Qiao's mouth twitched, and she looked at him, "I remember before, you were always writing test papers in bars."

Su Qiao's friends are all the same as him. They go to the bar together after school, or play billiards or games. Everyone brings their little girlfriends. Of course, Su Qiao also drags He Zhijin to the bar to have fun.

In the feasting, everyone listened to rock music and danced together. The loud music was deafening, and they had to shout at the top of their voices, but He Zhijin was able to sit quietly on the booth and concentrate on writing the test paper.

Su Qiao will inevitably be ridiculed by her friends, so she brings a "veteran cadre" out to play. Su Qiao doesn't care about it, and when she gets tired from playing, she slumps lazily on the sofa, puts her long legs on He Zhijin's lap, and waits for He Zhijin Pinch his calf.

At that time, the boy was wearing a white school uniform shirt, with thin shoulders, a straight nose and thin lips, holding a pen in one hand to focus on the test paper, and the other hand was gently pinching his calf.

He Zhijin's expression didn't change much, he always remained indifferent like this, but at that time, there was light in his eyes.

Su Qiao suddenly felt that the porridge in her mouth was no longer sweet.

"Don't bite the spoon." He Zhijin looked up at him, the porcelain white spoon pressed against Su Qiao's light lips, forming a deep depression.

Su Qiao let out a long "Oh" in dissatisfaction, put down the spoon, looked at the antique calligraphy and paintings on the wall, and pretended to ask casually: "You eat with me, isn't your Miss Xia angry?"

He Zhijin narrowed his eyes, "You want to know?"

Su Qiao nodded, "Yes."

"broke up."

"Break up?" Su Qiao propped her chin and turned her eyes, "Why did you break up?"

"Too busy at work." He Zhijin said concisely.

Su Qiao relaxed her body, lay down on the table, raised her eyes and looked up at him, "What about Cheng Huai?"

He Zhijin was slightly startled, without thinking, "Cheng Huai?"

"It's the one who made sweet soup for you." Su Qiao's eyes were full of innocence that didn't match her age, just like a child.

He Zhijin retracted his jaw and raised his eyebrows, "It seems that it has nothing to do with you."

It is immoral to interfere in the relationship life of his ex, Su Qiao curled his lips lightly, even if he knew it was wrong, he just wanted to know, he wanted to know how far He Zhijin and Cheng Huai had progressed.

Is curiosity wrong?

He Zhijin looked at him, the corners of his mouth curled indistinctly, and he smiled slightly.

"Ding Dong"

The Weibo alert on Su Qiao's phone sounded.

He picked up his phone and glanced at it, and the mutual relationship microblog named [Shoveling Shit So Tired] sent a private message.

"Jojo, does it look like you?"

The accompanying picture is a hairless cat with a ferocious face and a shabby figure, squatting on the cat climbing frame and squinting, looking exactly like Gollum in "Lord of the Rings".

Su Qiao was taken aback. In Wen Jie's eyes, did he look like this thing?

What aesthetic?

"What's wrong?" He Zhijin frowned slightly.

Su Qiao showed him the phone, nuzzled, "I look like this?"

There was another "ding dong".

There is another picture on the phone screen, a fluffy and snow-white puppet cat with blue eyes, like jewels, lying lazily on its stomach, with a somewhat glamorous taste, half of the man's face is exposed behind the cat, smiling brightly looking at the camera.

Attached a line of words, "I sent it wrong, it's this one."

He Zhijin narrowed his eyes into a line, and said in a low voice, "You want to show me this?"

Su Qiao could think of Wen Jie sending another picture, he took the phone back and put it in his pocket, "No."

He felt a little bit guilty, but then he thought confidently, why should he be guilty?

Even if he owes He Zhijin money and favors, and he didn't sell himself, can he still manage his private life?

Taking a step back, he has no relationship with Wen Jie, just a normal subordinate relationship.

Therefore, he can't be guilty at all.

He Zhijin glanced at the phone, got up, picked up the dark gray suit jacket on the wall, and put it on elegantly, with a jade-like complexion, "I have something to go back to the company."

Su Qiao pursed her lips, swallowed back the words of persuasion, lay on her arms, looked at He Zhijin's tall and straight back, and walked steadily down the stairs step by step.

Su Qiao turned her face sideways and rested her pillow on her arm. He used to be able to tell at a glance whether He Zhijin was happy or unhappy, but now, he couldn't guess what he was thinking.

He Zhijin became too good at hiding his emotions.

The waiter served a table with colorful and steaming dishes, which made people's index fingers wide open.

Su Qiao had lost his appetite, but in order not to waste food, he took a sip and changed a dish, which tasted sour. He took a sip of water and called the waiter, "What does it taste like?"

The waiter looked at him in astonishment, "Sir, don't you like it?"

"How much vinegar did the chef add to this?" Su Qiao wrinkled her nose. The stir-fried dishes that didn't use vinegar were so sour that she couldn't eat a bite.

The service was puzzled, "Mr. He said you have a strong taste, let us add more."

Su Qiao froze for a moment, why didn't he remember that he had a strong taste, he still likes sweet food, and he doesn't like sour food at all.

The author has something to say: This chapter is revised

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