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

Su Qiao opened his mouth and took a few breaths. The man leaned closer and wanted to kiss again. He quickly turned his face to the soft sofa back. The man clamped his jaw forcefully, forcing him to lift his face.

The cool mint perfume passed through the sleeves like Su Qiao's nose, alleviating the fever and anxiety all over his body. He couldn't focus his eyes, and the man's face was vaguely visible, "Zhao Chen is still coming to pick me up?"

He Zhijin rubbed his moist skin with her fingertips, pinched his cheeks, and forcefully restrained her lips that were about to be locked. Su Qiao moved her face from side to side in discomfort, the tip of her red tongue pressed against her white lower teeth, trembling, Poor.

He Zhijin stared for a moment, then said calmly: "He won't come."

Su Qiao's blank eyes paused, her beautiful pupils shrank suddenly, the man's familiar and unfamiliar face approached, her breath intertwined between square inches, and her elegant voice was melodious, whispering, "He died in your hands."

The two words Zhao Chen, recall memories like a surging tide, sweet, cruel, unbearable past.

The word "strength" ran through his long adolescence.

That woman talked about it every day. She had a child out of wedlock, her reputation was in a mess, and most of her life was muddled. She puffed her stomach and fantasized about marrying into a wealthy family, but what she got was ruthless cold eyes. The man she loved refused to even see her.

Dignity and dreams are shattered together.

Her only hope is her son, to be competitive, to be progressive, to be better than everyone else, to be radiant, and to make the man who abandoned her regret.

This is the last card in her hand.

He Zhijin understands the fragility of emotions better than anyone else. His life is a one-way train, moving forward according to the track he personally planned. Indulging in pleasure is not in his dictionary. Boring things like emotions will only destroy rational judgment Li, despite keeping these rules in mind, still accidentally fell into the trap called "love".

Become Su Jo's captive.

In the winter six years ago, he stood at the door of the Su family villa, the wind was blowing bitingly, his heart was gouged out like a sharp knife, he was in a state of embarrassment, like a stray dog.

He knew that people's hearts are complicated, but he was confused by false sweetness. In order to catch the light in the gloomy life, he abandoned principles and vigilance and indulged in Su Qiao's bright eyes. Ashes.

But it is just a proof of Su Qiao's charm.

Ironically, those years were his happiest.

How can I let go so easily.

He hated himself more than he hated Su Qiao, and he would go crazy for him again.

Su Qiao squeezed his hand hard, the man's thin lips approached, kissed him again for a moment, Su Qiao bit his upper lip fiercely, grinding her sharp canine teeth, revenge for his words just now.

A faint smell of rust permeated the mouth, Su Qiao licked the blood on his lips viciously, the man stood still, with an indifferent expression, as if he didn't feel any pain at all.

"Get up and go take a shower."

The man restrained his waving arms, and easily peeled off the sweater that was in the way. When he was about to take off his pants, Su Qiao used both hands and feet to resist desperately, but the strength of a drunk was not as strong as that of a sober one.

He Zhijin took him off completely, like a shelled egg, half-embracing him and throwing him into the huge jacuzzi.

Crouching in the slippery bathtub, Su Qiao was in peace. He grew up in elementary school, with slender hands and feet, a narrow waist and a straight back. The layers of shining light made people want to ruthlessly make marks on his body.

He Zhijin's breathing became heavier, he looked slowly, his eyes were full of heat, his Adam's apple slipped, Su Qiao squinted at him, raised his jaw provocatively, come on, see if I can't bite you to death.

In return, Su Qiao covered her chest with her hands, bit her lips tightly, and moaned on the edge of the bathtub.

Be perverted, this man.

Early the next morning.

As soon as Su Qiao opened his eyes, the aftereffects of hangover followed. He had a splitting headache. He raised his hand to support his head and relieved it for several seconds.

How did he get back?

Su Qiao shook her head from side to side and got up from the bed. The soft quilt slid over her body, feeling silky and smooth to the touch, and her face turned pale immediately. She didn't wear anything?

Su Qiao lifted the quilt and checked back and forth repeatedly. It was complete and there was no sign of crime.

He breathed a sigh of relief, this kind of thing is terrible after drinking.

Su Qiao opened the closet and found a T-shirt. The moment he pulled it off from his head, the fabric touched his chest, causing him to hiss in pain.

He lifted up his clothes and took a closer look. Could it be that he was drunk and couldn't tell his face from his face?

Otherwise, it wouldn't be pinched and swollen like Wangzai's little steamed bun, which would be a great hatred.

Downstairs in the restaurant, He Zhijin was sitting at the table, with clear rimless glasses on his straight nose, refined and dignified, elegantly holding a pair of English newspapers to read, full of exquisite elite style.

There was steaming fried dough sticks and soybean milk on the table, and Su Qiao drank a cup, "Mr. He, did you send me back last night?"

"Hmm." He Zhijin adjusted his glasses alone, his eyes fixed on the newspaper.

Su Qiao scratched her hair, and asked cautiously, "I didn't get drunk last night, did I?"

He Zhijin frowned slightly, looking indescribable.

Su Qiao's heart was full of alarm bells, "What did I do?"

He Zhijin glanced at him, the fresh wound condensed on the light-colored thin lips, Su Qiao's breathing was stagnant, blood rushed to his head, "Did I bite it?"

He Zhijin didn't answer, which was another kind of affirmation.

A mouthful of blood sprang from Su Qiao's throat, and she imagined a tragic scene of drunkenly kissing her ex-boyfriend, stripping naked to propose sex but being rejected, and self-abuse in anger to vent her anger.

"Sorry, you know, I can't control myself when I'm drunk, forget what happened last night!"

As long as I admit my mistakes in time, the responsibility will not catch up with me.

He Zhijin lowered his eyes, and flipped through another page of the newspaper in his hand, "It's okay."

"I didn't do anything else, did I?" Su Qiao was very guilty.

He Zhijin raised his head, frowned, with a perplexed expression, "You don't want to know."

There must be something! !

Su Qiao thought for a while, shook her shoulders, threw those images out of her mind, and said righteously, "I will definitely check whether it contains alcohol before drinking."

"Well, this is the best." He Zhijin nodded, reluctantly satisfied with the result.

Su Qiao is an optimist, it's a fait accompli, it's useless to think too much, it's better to focus on the things in front of you.

Efforts will be rewarded. He only ate one lunch these days, and finally ate the "hungry ghosts rushing to eat" requested by Director Lu.

The crew did not expect him to improve so much. As a "winter limited" idol, this is too much effort!

Before he had time to taste the fruits of victory, a large number of marketing accounts on Weibo revealed his family background. The famous second young master of the richest family in Rongcheng used to post a selfie on his account. All shipped from Fiji.

What came with him was the marketing account breaking the news about his various weird behaviors on the set.

Playing big names, being coquettish, having a lot of burdens as an idol, not listening to control, not being professional in filming, in short, he has taken up all the shortcomings of the rich second generation that the public can think of.

Su Qiao didn't even know that she had such great ability.

To allow so many marketing accounts to speak at the same time, the power behind it cannot be underestimated.

In the Internet age, the price of discrediting a person is too small. It all depends on the marketing account to splash dirty water randomly with one mouth, spit blood on people, and the melon-eaters gather to watch the excitement.

Su Qiao clicked on the comment section, most of the fans were more rational, and the comments were very interesting.

[Who has he offended recently?Joining a filming group and being hacked like this? ]

[Some are pigs standing on the wind, and some are princes in distress. ]

[I feel so sorry for Zai Zai, although we, Zai Zai, have no money, we have not lost the bottom line of being a human being, unlike some [lemon] spirits. ]

[Su Qiao is so well-bred, she was pushed off the sofa by Shu Yao during the interview, she was obedient, so she was a little princess raised by a rich family. ]

[Waiting for the clouds to gather in the Qianlong, the young tiger hiding in the forest and waiting for the wind to rise, brother, come on! ]

[No wonder he treats a paper house as a treasure, and only a person like him can live such a pure life. ]

He picked out a few replies, thank you, and rested his chin slowly on his knees, watching the comments continue to slide down, his mood also warmed up.

If the meaning of the existence of idols is to be a "model" and guide fans to become better with words and deeds, then the meaning of fans is an indestructible armor for idols.

Su Qiao patted herself on the face, she must work hard, not let so many people love him down, she must set a good example for her fans, so that they can smile when they think of her.

He turned off the comments and was about to quit when he caught a glimpse of a fan @苏乔全球护军会.

Fingertips stagnate, eh?He actually has a support club?Su Qiao was stunned.

There are only [-] fans in the global support club, and the profile picture is his Q version drawn by Zhang Fan. There are only a dozen tweets on Weibo, and each one is less than one word.

["Really You" is finished. ]

[Filming. ]

[come on. ]

[Forward]

[it is good. ]

Swipe lightly, and reach the bottom of Weibo. Most of the Su Qiao fans in the comment area expressed dissatisfaction. They occupy the account name, and they can’t blow rainbow farts. Prosperity of beauty, right?

Some people feel that they are unique and have created a "frigid" support club, which is outstanding among a group of rainbow farts, and they are not stained by mud.

Su Qiao rubbed her chin, he still has such aloof fans?She must be a beautiful big sister, right?A white-collar worker in a suit and uniform, stepping on high heels, sat in an empty office, looking at the annual data and managing his account.

Maybe it's not easy to get divorced and have a child, relying on star chasing to relieve the pressure of life, Su Qiao sighed in her heart, and clicked a follow.

The production team of "Folding Flower Knife" finally changed to a chef team. There are three dishes and one soup at noon. The dishes are exquisite and delicious.

After eating dark food for a month, the appetite of the entire crew ushered in spring.

Su Qiao twisted open the pure black thermos bucket, and the staff who delivered the meal politely told him that it was Xiaozao, the soup specially prepared by the kitchen team for the male lead.

Before leaving, I repeatedly asked him to drink only for him, and not for others to touch, and he had to finish drinking, otherwise there would be no more to drink in the future.

As soon as the lid was lifted, there was a scent of fish, and a few green onions floated on the milky white soup, which was delicious and rich.

It is such a blessing to be able to drink hot soup at the end of winter!

Before Su Qiao started, he took a photo and clicked to send it to [Da Dudu].

[The small stove the film crew gave me, are you envious? ]

[hahahahahaha]

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Rongcheng International Convention and Exhibition Center.

Under the huge electronic screen, the host had a thin figure, and his voice was conveyed to everyone present through the microphone, "Dragon, it is the condensed culture of our Chinese people, which runs through every detail of our lives. We often It is said that dragons fly and phoenixes dance, the spirit of dragons and horses, dragon, in the definition of our Chinese people, is a symbol of auspiciousness, and it is often used to embellish buildings."

"This gold-plated bronze dragon was identified by experts as belonging to the Kangxi period. During the Republic of China, it was exiled from the palace to the people. The overall body is golden, and it is not angry and arrogant. It can be called an out-of-print boutique. The starting price is 300 million..."

He Zhijin sat in the middle of the first row, raised his wrist, and glanced at his watch. At this charity auction, he was dressed casually in a black suit, slacks, white shirt, tie, and hair. Like the meticulous care with pomade on weekdays, it is leisurely and relaxed, and it does not look like the usual cold temperament.

The director of the Blueberry Terrace sitting next to him tilted his head and asked in a low voice, "What do you think of this?"

"generally."

The director of Blueberry Station couldn't figure it out. As a young man, he didn't like the young pioneer of the era in front of him. If it weren't for the political power behind him and a lot of money, he would curry favor with someone younger than himself. He can't do this.

"Mr. He, don't you have any collections you like today?" The head of the Blueberry Channel was so anxious, why is it so difficult to ask this person for something?

He Zhijin lowered his jaw slightly, thoughtfully, picked up the brochure given by the auction item, flipped through a few pages, a thin piece of paper fell to the ground, the director bent down to pick it up, his eyes fixed,

Party A: Lime Entertainment Co., Ltd.

Party B: The crew of "Folding Flower Knife".

[Story content: XXXX]

"What are you sponsoring?" The station chief approached the relationship skillfully.

He Zhijin smiled slightly, "It's a good drama, we sponsored some materials."

The director climbed up the pole, and the wise man knew everything, "I haven't heard of this drama, is it filming?"

"Well, the social significance and commercial value of this drama are good." He Zhijin clicked.

The director had a bright smile on his old face. To be able to sit firmly in this position, eyesight is essential, "Our station happens to want to buy a spy war drama recently. I think this one is good. I will contact the crew later and buy the copyright. It will be broadcast on our station.”

Blueberry Satellite TV, as the leading brother of Huaguo TV Station, has consistently topped the ratings list all year round, and the credit of the head of the station is indispensable.

He Zhijin looked sideways, seeing someone with such a clear mind for the first time, but it wasn't enough.

He didn't say a word, his expression was like water, the director hesitated for a second, and his smile deepened, "Such a good drama must be broadcast in prime time, otherwise it will really be buried."

He Zhijin's eyes curled up, and there was joy in his voice, "Thank you for your hard work, and we enjoyed our cooperation."

The director of Blueberry Channel let out a deep sigh of relief, and when he was secretly happy, he was a little curious, who the hell made this one in front of him not hesitate to expressly hint that he wanted to turn an online drama into a star drama on satellite TV.

There is only one more word between online dramas and star dramas, but the difference is worlds apart.

Star dramas mean expanding the audience, from the Internet for young people to all age groups. Aside from the single-platform broadcast of online dramas, star dramas can be broadcast on various platforms at the same time.

After all, society is not just fan circles.

For artists who have just debuted, it is a good opportunity to attract the attention of the public.

Moreover, star dramas can be judged for awards. If you are lucky, you can become a representative work of an actor.

He Zhijin took the mobile phone, typed a line slowly, and sent it.

[Great Governor]: It's commonplace, not enviable.

Su Qiao's head looks like a kitten sticking out its tongue, very cute, he stared at it for a few seconds, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

What you lack, I will make up for it.