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

Su Qiao stood at the door and turned on the front camera of the mobile phone. Except for the hairstyle, everything was perfect.

In the living room, the sound of the TV is lively, and the Lantern Festival party is being broadcast, and the host's voice is full of enthusiasm to introduce the program.

The dishes on the table are rich, red cabbage and green soup, steaming hot.

He Zhijin was sitting on the single sofa in the living room, with a navy blue silk bathrobe wrapped around his shoulders, muscular lines looming, a tall and strong figure, half-dry black hair, with wet ends sticking to his forehead, holding a towel in one hand, and casually rubbing his hair .

Su Qiao glanced quickly at her lower body, the bathrobe was flat and without traces.

Well, wearing boxer briefs.

"What's wrong with your hair?" He Zhijin's eyes stopped on the top of his head.

Su Qiao plucked her short black hair, "It was cut for filming."

After a pause, he looked at He Zhijin expectantly, "Isn't he handsome?"

"good."

"The girls in the crew said they were very handsome, and they liked my haircut very much." Su Qiao testified, complimenting him a few times, good but not enough.

He Zhijin turned his head to the side, paused with his hand wiping his hair, "They like it very much?"

The ending sound rises, and the word 'like' contains a subtle meaning.

Su Qiao nodded heavily, and He Zhijin looked at him seriously, and said slowly: "It's not good, cut it back."

It's not as bad, Su Qiao complained.

He thought hard last night and searched the Internet for articles on how to court men all night.

Indulging in such high-level tricks like lust, Su Qiao couldn't play well, so she gave gifts as she liked, and the boys were all game consoles, sneakers, and game skins, which were not suitable for He Zhijin.

Su Qiao couldn't afford the perfume, tie, and pen that were suitable for He Zhijin.

Poverty thwarted his ambition.

If you don't spend money, but also want to chase people, you can only spend more effort on your mind.

Su Qiao finally concluded two points.

First, show your good side.

Second, knowing oneself and knowing one's enemy is invincible. From today onwards, he wants to understand He Zhijin and make up for the lost time of six years.

Su Qiao inserted the knife into He Zhijin's chest, and then he would stop the bleeding and heal himself, without the help of others.

Even if it takes him a long time, he wants to give it a try.

He Zhijin interrupted his thoughts, "How about the new crew?"

"Very good." Su Qiao frowned and sat on the soft sofa, "Everyone is very good."

He Zhijin's slender and tight legs are spread apart, the upper body is leaning forward, and the hands are folded. The soft silk bathrobe is half opened with this posture, revealing the clear curve of the shoulders and neck, and the honey-colored skin on the chest under the light, "Yes ?"

The drops of water dripping from his hair rolled down the temples, with damp moisture, Su Qiao was distracted, and turned his face away to watch the TV. If other men put on such a charming posture, they must be seducing him.

But He Zhijin, Su Qiao didn't think he did it on purpose.

"By the way." Su Qiao diverted her attention and eased the atmosphere. "When I was filming "I Really Like You", there was an investor named Li who was disrespectful and took care of a little boy. Wen Jie told me about this Li a few days ago. It's such a joy to be broke."

"Wen Jie told you?" He Zhijin narrowed his dark eyes slightly, chewing on this sentence.

Su Qiao nodded. Thinking of it, she felt nauseated and aggrieved. That Mr. Li dared to tease him, and he must have done such things in normal times. "As an elder, is this kind of man worthy of his wife and children? He is not serious, damn it. , an old hooligan."

He Zhijin frowned slightly, and said in a clear voice, "No swearing is allowed."

Su Qiao's anger was extinguished in an instant, she grabbed a pillow and rested her chin on the pillow, "Mr. He, won't you be angry?"

He Zhijin's moral quality is too high, he will always be as flat as water, high above the ground, he will not swear, and he will not fight. If he is so gentle and well-behaved, if he is bullied, he will just knock out his teeth and swallow it in his stomach, right?

"Occasionally." He Zhijin pursed her thin lips slightly, and asked casually, "What else did Wen Jie tell you?"

Su Qiao thought for a while, "He said that you are very talented. When you first joined Wu Dong, the company was facing delisting. You were ordered to help the building when it was about to collapse, and saved Wu Dong."

Although he is simple, he is not stupid. He is very clear about what to say and what not to say.

He Zhijin raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I didn't expect him to praise me." He got up, scooped up a bowl of steaming glutinous rice balls, put them on the dining table, "Let's eat."

Su Qiao is not good at lying, let's talk about revealing her secrets, quietly picked up the porcelain white spoon, and ate the glutinous rice balls in the bowl.

The first initiative to attack was a complete success.

worth having fun.

The set of "Folding Knife".

Director Lu sighed, sat on the ponytail with a Lei Feng hat on his head, and poked his finger on the monitor, "Xiao Su, Ning Qi is a gangster in the market, your back can't be so straight, don't drink soup like this Small sips, so elegant, gobble it up and do it again."

"No way, Xiao Su, there is no problem with emotions, but your every move is not like a gangster, like a noble son, let's try again."

"Give him some dark powder, it's too white, how can there be someone so white in the deep mountains and old forests?"

"Xiao Su, don't wash your face these few days to maintain this dirty feeling."

Su Qiao was tossed and tossed by Director Lu all morning. Every director has a different temper and personality. In "I Really Like You", Director Liu does not have high requirements for actors.

However, Dao Lv was born in a professional class and is a director with artistic pursuits. He has extremely strict requirements on actors.

Su Qiao, with the mentality of listening more, learning more and memorizing more, did what Director Lu said.

For him now, it is best to learn new things.

Morris was not far away, leaning against the co-pilot of the nanny's car, with the door ajar, watching him looking disheartened and sitting on the steps eating a boxed lunch.

He was far from the dazzling young master in his memory.

"Brother Mo, drink water." The assistant handed him a bottle of mineral water, and nuzzled his jaw in Su Qiao's direction, "It's very pitiful."

Morris took a sip of water and tapped the mineral water bottle with his fingers, "His performance is not bad, but he didn't take the role into his heart."

The assistant smiled, nudged him with his elbow, and winked, "Brother Mo, it's because of him that you took this drama, right?"

"Yes." Morris readily admitted, his eyes stayed on Su Qiao, even though his image was so embarrassing, he still ate slowly.

"You have a grudge?"

"No." Morris withdrew his eyes and smiled slightly, "He helped me."

The assistant looked at Su Qiao unexpectedly, "He helped you?"

Morris did not continue to say that he was congenitally highly myopic and was thrown to his grandmother's house since he was born. He was malnourished since he was a child, and was shorter and thinner than his peers. She is timid and shy, and stutters when she speaks.

In key middle schools, he was also the target of bullying and ridicule by his classmates.

Before a physical education class, Morris, who had just finished taking off his clothes, was bullied by several classmates, who made fun of his delicate body and pushed him around like playing volleyball. ~No~ The hanging Morris is locked in the empty basketball court, and I look forward to seeing this "monkey" with all grades in class.

Those were the most painful, darkest 5 minutes of his life.

Su Qiao was the first person to enter the gymnasium. When she saw him, she was very surprised. She quickly took off her coat and pants and handed them to him. She covered her eyes with her hands and didn't ask any questions.

In an instant, another direction of his life was decided.

From that day on, Morris followed Su Qiao's every move, and Su Qiao was far away and unattainable.

When he transferred to another school, he mustered up his courage and stammered his confession. Su Qiao kicked him into the swimming pool, squatted on the edge of the pool, with clear and pure eyes, and said bluntly: "Don't follow me, I only like to grow up with you." It's fun to play."

He didn't find any euphemistic reasons, and he didn't look at Morris with disgust or disgust. The innocence was so innocent that Morris couldn't even hate him.

The seemingly sharp knife is not necessarily the most lethal.

Su Qiao held the hot kelp soup, turned her head, and Morris came over, and he watched vigilantly.

"I'll play with you and show you how to act." Morris sat on the chair beside him.

Are you so kind?Su Qiao narrowed her eyes and looked at him, "You want to tell me a play?"

"I'm not good enough?"

"That's enough." Su Qiao secretly reminded Su Qiao, who is professionally accompanying the movie star and has excellent professional ability, that he should learn what he should learn, but he can't accompany him like Morris.

Morris stared at his profile, "You need to understand the background of the characters first..."

When work was over in the evening, Director Lu invited the leading actors to have a meal together. They chose a hot pot restaurant near the film and television base, and sat at a large table lively. Everyone was sweating profusely and their faces were flushed.

Su Qiao ate a few mouthfuls symbolically, the chopsticks were clean, she tried her best to behave harmoniously, thinking about acting, Su Lihua was well-read and had high requirements for etiquette, the word wolfing down did not exist on his table, Su Qiao didn't know what it felt like to be hungry.

For a while, Director Lu's request could not be met.

"Satellite, just give me one lunch every day these days."

He must pass Director Lu's level, and the first step in the sea of ​​stars cannot fall into a small puddle.

"Do you really want to be an actor?" Satellite made a big fuss. The ratings of a spy TV series are a mystery. Why are you so serious?

Su Qiaoyang smiled, picked up the colorful cans on the table, took a few sips, sweet and sour, "Well, I think so."

Morris, who was sitting by the side, looked sideways at him in surprise.

Although this dream sounds ridiculous, Su Qiao feels that he has a chance.

Even though he is worthless now, the self-confidence and pride given to him by his wealthy life have never diminished, and he is expected to be like a flash in the pan in the definition of "flow" in the eyes of the public, muddle along, let capital manipulate for fun, and then be like an expired product Being thrown into the trash can, Su Qiao couldn't do it.

In his bones, he is still pretentious and arrogant. No matter what others say, he is full of pride and does his own way.

After drinking for three rounds, Su Qiao stood up, feeling dizzy and weak in limbs, so she supported the edge of the table to stand firm.

This frightened the crew, Morris grabbed his wrist, "What's wrong?"

There was a buzzing in Su Qiao's head, she shook her head, and turned over the juice can on the table.

[Alcohol content: 40%]

Su Qiao blushed up to her neck, looked at the empty cans on the table, "I pour it in a glass, I can't drink."

It tasted sweet, and he didn't pay attention to the formula list for a while, and he didn't expect to overturn after being cautious for so many years.

The crew breathed a sigh of relief, and Morris looked at him worriedly, "You want me to take you back?"

Su Qiao lay faceless on the table, the picture in her head was as abstract as Picasso's oil painting, "No, I'll just lie down for a while."

Satellite poured him a glass of water, "Drink some hot water, it will make you feel better."

Su Qiao shook her head in a daze, his wine taste was too bad, he would get overwhelmed after a while, and couldn't control himself, but everyone laughed at him.

Director Lu drove everyone back, there were only a few people left at the dinner table, and they were still changing glasses, drunk.

Su Qiao muttered for a while, her cheeks were flushed, and everyone seemed to be a double image. She threw the phone into Satellite's hand, supported her forehead, and asked in confusion, "Where's Zhao Chen?"

"Who is Zhao Chen?" Satellite questioned.

Morris was drinking with the producer, turned his head and took a deep look at him.

Su Qiao took a few breaths, but her mind was still clear. She remembered that she had to call when she was drunk outside, "188..., call this number, and send him the address."

At a quarter past twelve, the silver-white Spyker stopped at the entrance of the hotpot restaurant. There were only drunks in twos and threes left in the store. The waiter dozed off and wiped the tables. The door of the hotpot restaurant opened and a well-dressed man came in. Tall and straight, elegant and incompatible with the messy environment.

He Zhijin went straight to the box behind the glass wall. Su Qiao was resting on her arm, half-closed her eyes, and remained motionless.

"Who made him drink?" He Zhijin glanced at him, then glanced at the rest of the people in the box.

He spoke bluntly, but his gaze carried the aura of a superior person, which made everyone's heart tremble.

Satellite scratched his hair, not understanding why he called Zhao Chen, but it was He Zhijin who came, could it be a wrong number?

"Mr. He, we didn't pay attention to the alcohol content, we thought it was a drink."

Morris hesitated to speak, looking at Su Qiao with complicated eyes.

He Zhijin half hugged Su Qiao and helped him up, Su Qiao hummed a few times, seeing his face, her heart sank in her stomach, she relaxed her body, and let He Zhijin play with her.

Back home, Su Qiao felt uncomfortable all over, sleepy and dizzy, her mind seemed to have been stirred by an electric egg beater, lying on the sofa in the living room, looking at He Zhijin's back, and ordered arrogantly, "I want to drink water."

He Zhijin took a bottle from the refrigerator and said to his moist lips, "Drink it."

Su Qiao blinked, the person in front of her was older than Zhao Chen, it wasn't him, but Jiu Zhuang was timid and snorted, "I want a hot drink."

He Zhijin took the glass, half hot and half cold, and inserted a straw.

Su Qiao took a sip and rubbed her hot cheeks on the sofa, "I feel sick to my stomach."

He Zhijin put down the glass, eyes displeased, "Why drink wine if you can't drink it?"

Su Qiao turned a deaf ear, pretended not to hear when she made a mistake, and muttered in pain,

Sweating all over, He Zhijin grabbed the hem of his sweater with both hands, "Raise your hand."

"Don't take it off." Su Qiao resolutely refused, resisting and rolled half a circle on the narrow sofa, as if playing tricks, buried her face in the pillow, "I feel uncomfortable."

"It's better to take off your clothes."

"No, my boyfriend said you can't do that." Su Qiao raised her eyes vigilantly from the pillow and looked at him.

He Zhijin paused, got up, and half-kneeled on the sofa, looking down at Su Qiao, her voice suddenly turned cold, "Boyfriend?"

Su Qiao hugged the pillow tightly, like holding a life-saving talisman, looked left and right, and yawned, "Where did the person die?"

"What's your boyfriend's name?" He Zhijin said in a low voice, pinching his jaw, forcing him to raise his face and look directly at him.

Su Qiao's wet lips were rosy, her white teeth knocked against her lips a few times, and she whispered, "Zhao Chen."

He Zhijin narrowed his eyes slightly, leaned over suddenly, and blocked his soft lips. The brutal, presumptuous, possessive kiss made Su Qiao breathless. She raised her hand and wanted to push it away, but he grabbed it easily. , pressed heavily on the armrest of the sofa.

Love and hate can coexist.

The feeling of death by a thousand knives is the most vivid.

Even after six years had passed, Su Qiao could still make him lose his mind and become a captive of his emotions.

When they parted, Su Qiao's heartbeat was beating violently, an arm was wrapped around his waist, his soft lips kissed his earlobe, the man's voice was cold and steady, serious, "Whether I want to do it or not has nothing to do with fever." .”