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

Su Qiao filled a bowl of overcooked white porridge, but ignored the thick crust on the bottom of the pot.

Cooking for the first time in life is inevitable.

In the bedroom, He Zhijin was leaning against the head of the bed, the thin glasses on the bridge of his nose refracted a shallow light under the hazy yellow desk lamp, and added a delicate layer of gold to his black hair and clear profile side face.

The small celadon bowl was placed on the bedside table, and Su Qiao sat on the gray plush carpet in front of the bed, "Eat something before going to bed."

"Did you suffer?" He Zhijin turned his head, his eyes were deep and thought-provoking.

Su Qiao nodded, her eyes sparkled, "It's my first time cooking, and I didn't expect it to be so successful."

He Zhijin picked up the bowl, squeezed the handle of the spoon, sniffed it, took a sip slowly, relaxed her brows slightly, and drank spoon by spoon.

Su Qiao rested her chin on the soft edge of the bed, looking at him expectantly, like a little dog waiting for praise.

Although He Zhijin's little padded jacket, Cheng Huai, has excellent cooking skills, and he can go to the kitchen and enter the hall, but he can't bear it!

"Not bad." He Zhijin put down the spoon.

Su Qiao looked at the bottom of the clean bowl, and raised the corner of her mouth, "Are you still burning? Do you have a thermometer at home?"

He Zhijin's breathing changed in time, and his voice dropped a bit, "No."

"Then what do you do when you are sick? What about your family?" Su Qiao asked without thinking.

He Zhijin lowered his eyelids, unable to see his eyes clearly, and his eyelashes cast a faint shadow.

Wrong word?Su Qiao realized later, how could He Zhijin have a family, his father had so many children, so he might not be able to take care of him.

He Zhijin's mother, Su Qiao used to make up lessons at his house, and often saw that beautiful woman who often hang out in dance halls and bars, she doesn't look like a good wife and mother who can wash hands and make soup for children.

Su Qiao sighed heavily from the bottom of her heart. He Zhijin is really pitiful. Although he is so rich, he doesn't even have considerate people around him. "I'll wait until your fever subsides before going home."

He Zhijin coughed intermittently, "Okay."

Su Qiao put her hands on her hands, turned her head to rest on her arms, imitating the tone of Su's father and Su's mother, "No matter how busy you are at work, you must take care of your body. No amount of money can compare to your health."

"Ah."

"My dad worked as hard as you when he was young, but when he was 40 years old, he had a serious illness, and then he began to know how to take care of his body. You are still young now, and you will know when you are old."

"Okay." He Zhijin's voice was low, with a hint of tenderness that he couldn't detect.

Su Qiao thought about what Su's father and Su's mother had said to him, whether there was a match or not, and poured water on He Zhijin like an elder.

He has been taking acting classes for the past few days, and his mental activities accounted for most of it. After talking for a while, he fell into a deep sleep.

In the dream, I returned to the campus of the No. [-] Middle School. Under the setting sun, the playground was covered with orange light. A boy in a white shirt was sitting on the steps. The white collar exuded the smell of lemon washing powder.

Su Qiao happily stepped down the steps and hit him on the back, sticking her nose to the back of the boy's head, "What are you thinking?"

"You." The boy turned his head and pinched his soft earlobe.

"What do you miss me?"

The young man smiled, stretched out his arms, pointed at the place where the setting sun was setting with both hands, and compared a square, "Did you see where?"

The sky is a barren ruin, shrouded in the deep night, Su Qiao narrowed his eyes, "What's wrong?"

The boy withdrew his hand, turned his head, looked at him seriously, and paused every word, "This is what I can give you now, but in the future, I will give you a wider sky."

Su Qiao laughed, resting her chin on his shoulder, "What else do you want to give me?"

"A lot." Rubbing the skin of his chin with his fingers, the young man said in a low voice, "My future is not just me, it's us."

"Us?" Su Qiao turned her face sideways and looked at him with interest.

The tenderness on the young man's face suddenly disappeared, and he stood up suddenly, with the brilliant sunset behind his back, his eyes were gloomy, "There is no us, only me."

"Only me." He repeated coldly, his black pupils were like black holes that could not see to the bottom, "Su Qiao, you will regret it."

Su Qiao was startled, woke up from the dream, and sat up straight. He Zhijin tilted her head, under the warm light, her skin was like jade, and she looked at him with piercing eyes.

"what happened?"

Su Qiao rubbed her chest, stared at He Zhijin for a few seconds, feeling terrified, "It's okay, I had a nightmare."

"Sleep on the bed." He Zhijin patted the pillow on one side, understating it.

Su Qiao was stunned for a moment, then turned her face shyly, "No need, I'll sleep in the guest room."

Baidu said that if you have a fever, you won't want to do X, but the two of you are young and powerful, so they might accidentally catch fire.

"Are you afraid of me?" He Zhijin squinted at him.

Su Qiao said in her heart, 'I'm afraid you will become a beast'. Although she believed that He Zhijin was used to eating a full banquet of Manchurians, she would not be malicious towards this piece of meat that she was tired of eating, but she couldn't hold back the atmosphere.

What if he wants to reminisce?

He Zhijin was silent for a moment, with an indifferent expression, and said softly: "You are also afraid of me."

"No." Su Qiao denied it vehemently, hearing loneliness from his tone, hesitated for a moment, but couldn't resist the soft heart, took off her coat, climbed onto the bed, got into the bed next to He Zhijin, and whispered: "I'm not afraid of you , sleep."

He Zhijin glanced at him, turned off the desk lamp, and lay beside him, breathing softly and evenly in the dark.

The sense of sight is closed, but the sense of smell and touch is more acute. The faint smell of mint perfume lingers in Su Qiao's breathing. The warm body temperature slowly passes from the other end of the quilt and penetrates into his skin. .

In the pitch-black air, Su Qiao adjusted his breath. After an unknown period of time, when he fell asleep, a strong arm lay across his waist, and the warm palm pressed against his back, causing the blood to flow rapidly.

Su Qiao's face became hot all of a sudden, He Zhijin's breath was hot and moist, opening and closing in his neck, making Su Qiao not dare to move.

They were too close, almost sleeping in He Zhijin's arms.

Su Qiao's lips moved, He Zhijin's breathing remained even as before, and she looked soundly asleep. Due to this posture, Su Qiao couldn't back away, and warned herself not to think wildly. dangerous people.

Su Qiao took a deep breath and closed her eyes. He was so tired, he lingered in the warm embrace, like a tired bird returning to its nest, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning.

Su Qiao opened her eyes, the sun was scorching hot, the bed next to her was empty, and voices could be faintly heard from the living room downstairs.

He washed up, his clothes were pressed all night, they were so wrinkled that he couldn't wear them, he found a set of shirt and trousers from He Zhijin's closet, this man was a real professional, he didn't even have a set of casual clothes.

Su Qiao rolled up her shirt sleeves, yawned, half-closed her eyes, and went down the stairs.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room was a middle-aged man with a gentle face and well-dressed clothes. When he saw Su Qiao, he was taken aback, "Who is this?"

He Zhijin held a stack of documents in his hand, without raising his head, and said in a steady voice, "My wife."

The man was dumbfounded, looked at Su Qiao, then at He Zhijin, with his mouth half open.

Su Qiao stood on the stairs, not going up or down, her ears were burning red.

He Zhijin took the pen, signed it neatly, and handed it to the man, "Second uncle, I will go home in a few days, and I will discuss the rest in detail."

The man stood up, took a deep look at Su Qiao, took the document, turned and left.

He Zhijin opened the refrigerator, took out a box of milk, opened it, poured it into a glass, and put it on the dining table smoothly, "Drink a glass of milk first, and someone will bring you breakfast."

Su Qiao walked down the stairs with difficulty, the three words "my wife" were highlighted and bolded in her head.

He Zhijin sat at the other end of the long dining table, without any sign of explaining to him, with a normal expression, took a sip of Americano coffee, and tapped his fingertips slowly on the laptop keyboard.

Su Qiao gulped down the milk and couldn't taste it. Looking at He Zhijin's face, he couldn't figure out what the other party was thinking.

mischief?

joke?

Simply want to play him?

Or do you want to rekindle with him and renew the old relationship?

But He Zhijin's attitude was totally out of the ordinary, Su Qiao blinked, puzzled.

After He Zhijin finished his coffee, he got up and went upstairs, towards the bathroom.

Su Qiao stared at his back, wrinkled her nose, can ex-boyfriend just say hello casually?

He tightly squeezed the milk glass in his hand, walked to the sink, turned on the faucet, washed it and put it back on the wooden cup holder.

"Ding ding..."

The wechat message notification sounded on the laptop.

Su Qiao turned her head subconsciously and glanced at it. In the photo, there was a handsome and fair boy holding a bichon bear, with snowflakes on the tip of his nose, and a bright smile.

[Frank]: Is this okay?Definitely fits your requirements.

Go up one more.

[Frank]: The situation in the He family is serious. I never expected that you would pretend to be out of the closet to numb those old stubborn people. I will leave it to me to find someone for you.

Su Qiao was stunned in place, so...you said "my wife" just now?

"Ding ding..."

[Frank]: Three months, 300 million, absolutely superb acting skills, to help you hide the truth.

"Ding ding..."

[Frank]: [smirk] The market situation in the industry, other services need to add money, but you definitely don't need it.

Su Qiao sat back in the chair, thought for a while, and couldn't help but turn on the front camera to look at her face carefully.

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