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

The day before the Spring Festival, Su Qiao received two months' salary, plus a large year-end bonus.

Although he has no idea about money, he feels happy looking at the numbers rolling in the bank card.

After all, this is Su Qiao's own hard-earned money, and every penny is the fruit of hard work.

Su Qiao took a photo and sent it to the circle of friends, so that every friend who is idle and ignorant can see that this is the money he earned. Although he is not as good as these people in material terms, but in spirit, he is noble and indifferent. Yan occupied the high ground.

After careful calculation, he took 1700 cash and put it in his pocket. Last time He Zhijin bought clothes and issued an IOU, it was time to pay off the debt.

The building of Wudong Company stands majestically and magnificently.

As soon as Su Qiao entered the door, the heat was blowing on his face. Secretary Zhou, who was wearing a professional suit, walked hurriedly. When he saw him, he was startled, and immediately put on a friendly smile on his face, like a drizzle: "Mr. Su, Mr. He is not in the company."

"Is he on a business trip?"

"Mr. He..." Secretary Zhou approached him and lowered his voice, "Mr. He went to Russia with the official delegation of Huaguo a few days ago, and the temperature there was very low. He came back with a fever this morning."

If it was someone else, the matter about He Zhijin was no less than a state secret. Secretary Zhou would not reveal a word, but the relationship between the person in front of him and his boss was constantly being cut, and the reasoning was still confusing.

Secretary Zhou had never seen that cold and rational man do those things, and the status of this boy in his boss's heart was evident.

Su Qiao went out to get in the car, and climbed feebly on the steering wheel, thinking about whether she should go to He Zhijin's house to see.

At the beginning, he was so chic and straightforward in dumping others, but now he is so inseparable, he feels that he is contradicting himself.

However, although times have changed and things have changed, after all, they accompanied each other through the long and boring adolescence and had a good memory. Su Qiao had to worry about He Zhijin.

Su Qiao thought about it, and finally found a reason to convince herself. She touched the banknotes in her pocket. As a debtor, it's not too much to pay back the money and buy some cold medicine, right?

Totally reasonable and justified.

The air conditioner is turned on to the highest temperature, the huge villa is like the temperature of the equator, and the colorful tropical fish in the glass aquarium are swimming excitedly.

The curtains were half covered, leaving a light shadow on the scarlet carpet, and the sound of "beep...beep...beep..." in the quiet air continued.

He Zhijin reached out to open the refrigerator, took out a bottle of chilled mineral water, unscrewed the cap, took a sip, then picked up the phone, pressed the speakerphone, and put it on the table.

"Master..." The butler's voice on the other end of the phone was cautious.

He Zhijin stroked her short black hair, and the hair she touched was drenched with sweat, "What's the matter?"

His voice was hoarse and deep, as if his throat was on fire.

But on the other end of the phone, the housekeeper was full of worry and didn't notice, "Young master, come back early, there are some things at home that need to be taken care of by you."

"What's wrong"

"The old lady said that you hid the second young master, and you have been cutting your wrists for the past few days. If you don't let her see the second young master, she will die..."

"Yes, I see." He Zhijin's voice was flat.

Get used to it.

The butler hesitated to speak, and then whispered: "Sister Zhao has been calling you for the past few days, but she didn't get through. She is very angry."

The relationship in the He family is complicated. Sister Zhao is He Zhijin's biological mother, but there is an old lady in the He family, and she cannot be called Mrs. The servants in the family all call her Sister Zhao.

He Zhijin took out the antipyretics from the medicine box, looked at the instructions, said calmly, "I'm going abroad."

The housekeeper said: "Sister Zhao took a set of jadeite with a good water quality a few days ago, and the final payment is still 300 million short."

"come back tomorrow."

"Master..."

"how?"

The butler sighed heavily, and said in a low voice, "Master has been in the XX club these days, and he hasn't been home for half a month."

He Zhijin swallowed the cold medicine, took a sip of water, and said slowly, "We'll talk about it when I get back."

He hung up, looked at the call interface, frowned in disgust, and looked coldly.

Those endless, dirty and boring things no longer make He Zhijin feel sick, only bored.

bored.

The temperature of the electronic thermometer stayed at 38°. According to medical theory, adults need injections to cool down at this temperature. He picked up his mobile phone and sent a message to the family doctor, instructing him to come to the door with an injection.

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang.

He Zhijin took out a few tissue papers, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and opened the door with one hand.

Su Qiao had snowflakes on his shoulders and a fluffy lambswool hat. The tip of his nose was red from the cold, and his black eyelashes were covered with frost. When the warm wind in the room blew, he sneezed a little and spit out His breath turned into white mist, with a smile on his face, "You are at home."

He Zhijin looked him over, turned sideways, and made way for him, "Come in."

When Su Qiao walked into the room, her hands and feet were numb from the cold and she finally felt a little bit cold. It didn't need to be so cold, but just now at the door, she hesitated for another 10 minutes, gritted her teeth cruelly, and summoned up the courage to knock on the door.

"What's wrong with your throat? Are you sick?" Su Qiao pinched the cold medicine box in her pocket, He Zhijin looked the same as usual, except for her wet hair and tiny beads of sweat on the tip of her nose.

He Zhijin glanced at him, picked up the half-drinked mineral water on the table, and took a sip, "Who told you?"

Su Qiao didn't answer this question, but leaned closer to him, opened her eyes wide, and observed carefully. He Zhijin's thin lips looked redder than before, and they were as pale as the coldness before. He was sure that he really had a fever, and he stretched out his palm. , "Come to pay back the money, and buy some medicine for you by the way."

He Zhijin half-closed his eyes, looked at the cold medicine in his hand, narrowed his dark eyes, raised his eyes to meet Su Qiao's face, took it, opened the package, and took two pills.

Su Qiao looked at his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and breathed a sigh of relief. He Zhijin felt sorry for him. If he was sick, he would not care about a small cold, but Su's father and Su's mother acted like he had an incurable disease, asking about his health and worrying about his health. He served comfortably.

"After taking the medicine, lie down for a while and have a good rest."

Thinking of this, Su Qiao took off her hat. The ends of her dark chestnut hair were naturally curly. When the hat was pressed, the curls became deeper. Her face was fair and clean, like a lamb.

He Zhijin stared at him for a moment, as if he couldn't see his appearance clearly. Su Qiao blinked innocently, her eyelashes fluttering. It's not too much to care about the creditor, right?

He Zhijin turned around and walked up the wooden steps step by step. Su Qiao hesitated and followed behind him. If she didn't stand firmly and fell down, she could give her a hand.

The bedroom has no life atmosphere, the dark blue paint looks extraordinarily gloomy in winter, the bed is spotless, the snow-white quilt is neatly folded, without any bright colors.

It's clear at a glance.

He Zhijin sat on the sofa for one person, picked up a beautifully packaged book, flipped through the book with one hand, and stroked up the drenched black hair with the other, her forehead was clean and plump.

Su Qiao sat at the other end, kicked off her slippers, bent one long leg on the sofa, with her chin resting on her knee, and looked straight at him.

Like a tacit understanding, no one spoke.

He Zhijin flipped through a few pages of the book, "Help me get the glasses in the drawer."

Su Qiao took it out and handed it to him, "When did you start wearing glasses?"

"Last year." He Zhijin was succinct, with thin rimless glasses on the bridge of his straight nose.

Although Su Qiao knew that her ex-boyfriend was good-looking, but looking at her now, she still has a different feeling. His skin is as white as ever, the bridge of his nose is straight, his lips are pale and thin, and the outer corners of his eyes are slightly raised, which makes him look cold. Cold and daunting.

But when she laughed, the corners of her eyes were curved like two crescent moons, with an indescribable tenderness.

Su Qiao hasn't seen him smile like that for a long time.

"It doesn't look like much."

He Zhijin raised his eyes, "Two hundred."

Su Qiao turned her head and leaned against the edge of the sofa, "Don't you know to see a doctor if you have a fever?"

"It's just a low fever."

Su Qiao's lips moved, and suddenly she didn't know what to say. She used to go to school and lived in the same circle, so there were so many things to talk about, but now, he doesn't understand financial investment, and can't talk like Wen Jie. And talk.

He Zhijin might not be interested in talking about what he likes, rock climbing or national standard, his dream of being an actor.

Six years have taken away not only the feelings, but also the common topics.

Seeming to know what he was thinking, He Zhijin slowly turned the pages of the book without looking up, "How does it feel to be an actor?"

Su Qiao was stunned for a moment, breathing lightly, "I think it's very interesting and a sense of accomplishment."

"You said that before." He Zhijin closed the book in his hand and looked at him without showing any emotion.

Su Qiao was surprised, "Did I say such a thing?"

He Zhijin nodded his chin respectfully, "You participated in a drama during the 50th anniversary of No. [-] Middle School, and you told me backstage that acting is very interesting and you want to be an actor."

Su Qiao had some impressions. At that time, he was 17 years old. He was on stage for the first time and was full of applause. Standing on the stage and attracting the attention of everyone, he thought it was interesting at the time, and being an actor seemed to be a good idea.

But within a few days of this idea, he became obsessed with sports cars again, and pestered Su Lihua to give him the car to play with. A fast racing car is much more fun than being an actor. Acting is so boring, and you can't make much money when you are exposed to the wind and sun every day.

Later, he was drunk in the wealth buried deep in gold sand and gold powder, and gradually forgot that there was still such an ambitious moment.

"Thank you for telling me." Su Qiao took a deep breath, unexpectedly He Zhijin would help him remember what he had forgotten.

It turned out that he wanted to be an actor so early on.

He Zhijin gave a "hmm" and said casually, "It's getting late, I'm staying here tonight."

Eh?

Su Qiao took out the phone and took a look. The lowest power protection mode was activated. He looked embarrassed and remembered a very important thing. He sat up straight and asked seriously: "Do you have a computer? Lend me to use it, my phone out of battery."

"The third room from the left is the study."

He Zhijin looked at Su Qiao's back, picked up the cell phone beside the bed, and sent a text message.

[The fever has subsided, so I don’t need to come here anymore. ]

[Doctor Wang: Immediately to the door, don’t you need to check? ]

[go back. ]

He put down his cell phone, picked up the book, and turned a page, with a slight arc at the corners of his eyes, and he smiled silently.

At ten o'clock in the evening, He Zhijin's body temperature dropped. After taking a bath, he changed into a set of clean pajamas. Su Qiao was nowhere to be seen downstairs. There was a crackling noise coming from the kitchen, and there was a burning smell.

The door of the study room was ajar, and the laptop was emitting a faint blue light. He Zhijin approached, was about to close the laptop, paused, and clicked on the recent browsing history.

The Baidu search column is as follows:

[How to cook white porridge? ]

The mouse slides down.

[The ex-boyfriend has a fever, should I take care of him? ]

[Is it okay to spend the night at an ex-boyfriend's house? ]

[Do you have the urge to do X if you have a fever? ]

He Zhijin's gaze stayed on the last one, his eyes slowly narrowed into a line, and he raised his eyebrows playfully.