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

Su Qiao’s Weibo was full of excitement. Fans’ fan club’s lottery Weibo was the most searched. Whether they are Su Qiao’s fans or not, they also praised Su Qiao’s acting skills and forwarded the lottery together.

[This row of noodles, one thing to say, I am sour, my idol also wants such a fan club. ]

[Can I win?Immediately become a fan after winning the draw, I love this fan club. ]

[Relieve Luo Chang lightly, go to the Lanzhou alone, whoever in the cloud sends lemons, when the geese return, the west building is full of sourness. ]

[Hehe, it’s amazing to be rich, spending money makes people praise their acting skills. ]

[Swiping Weibo while drinking the milk tea bought by Su Qiao, I feel sweet in my heart, everyone works together, our Xiao Qiao will get better and better. ]

With a photo of milk tea, fans screamed enviously.

[I also want to drink Su Qiao's milk tea, the sisters have this opportunity to develop together next time. ]

[We Qiaoqiao are beautiful and kind-hearted, and we are working hard to make up for our shortcomings, and the future can be expected! ]

The official Weibo of the "Idol Up Close" program team released the latest Weibo. Su Qiao and Zuo Zuo put on new skins for the small courtyard. There are a large number of passers-by who followed the official Weibo. It is the first time that Su Qiao's hands are so dexterous.

In this day and age, it's really hard to find such a man with such ingenuity!

Su Qiao's Weibo fans are on the rise. There are many good-looking men, many men who can dance the national standard, and many men who can draw. Alone.

The sharp-eyed people in the comments on the official blog noticed Huadian, [If I read correctly, the clothes he is wearing are not branded?Hats, jackets and shoes, I can't tell what brand they are. ]

[This coat is exactly the same as the one my brother bought at a roadside stall. It costs 200 yuan, but he looks much better than my brother. If you don’t remind me, you can’t tell it’s a roadside product. ]

[His hoodie is XXX, I checked the price on the official website of 1688, he is not that poor, is he? ]

[It's hard to go from extravagance to frugality, he must have suffered a lot, I want to buy clothes for Zai Zai! ]

[His star is so popular recently, he doesn't even have a brand of clothes, I really want to blow the head of the brokerage company. ]

[Is there such a stingy brokerage company?Su Qiao has made a lot of money in the past six months. Can you buy him some clothes? Passers-by can't stand it anymore @苏乔全球投助会, fans come and see what hot chicken brokerage company is. ]

Su Qiao, who was forced to sell miserably, was standing in the commercial street of the small county, carrying a bamboo vegetable basket, and a group of six people went down the mountain to buy daily necessities. After yesterday, Han Jianrong took him under his eyelids and stared at him closely. , lest he be a demon.

Han Jianrong rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, and kept taking out his mobile phone to check whether he had received the message. Mingcan Company has not responded to the termination of the contract yesterday. He was so irritable that he had no intention of torturing Su Qiao.

"Do you want to buy clothes?" Zuo Zuo stopped in front of a fashion store called "Little Angel Taobao House". Su Qiao folded her arms and looked at the window.

Su Qiao shook her head and asked inexplicably, "Huanutino's clothes are so cheap?"

The price of the activity tag is 199. He remembers watching a men's clothing show in Paris. The price of this suit is expensive. He didn't expect it to be sold so cheap in China. If he had known, he would not have bought it in Paris.

Zuo Zuo looked at him, then at his clothes, and didn't have the heart to tell him the cruel truth.

Han Jianrong sneered, and looked at him mockingly, "You don't even know A goods?" When the entertainment industry first emerged, it was normal for those with a poor financial foundation to buy a few A goods to save face, but Su Qiao really didn't know much.

Su Qiao didn't bother to pay attention to him, she straddled the vegetable basket on her elbows, put her hands in her pockets, and walked forward on her own.

Han Jianrong did not go back to the small courtyard on the mountain with the program group, but Mr. Xiong from Mingcan Media sent him a message, asking him to meet at the Sichuan Airport in the afternoon to discuss the termination of the contract in detail.

"You want to terminate the contract with me?" Han Jianrong said to himself, it was really funny.

In the 15 years since his debut, he has suffered so much, suffered so much, begged so many people, and lost so many smiles to get to where he is now. Without him, would Mingcan Media be where it is today?

Want to terminate the contract with him?

Han Jianrong clenched his fists and took a step forward. Su Qiao's back was straight, and Zuo Zuo followed him step by step, becoming his little fan. How could he remember his mission at all?

A person like Su Qiao who lacks professional ability can succeed in the entertainment industry, why was he terminated by Ming Can?Han Jianrong's face was very ugly.

Han Jianrong asked the program team for a half-day leave, and arrived at Shuchuan Airport alone. Mr. Xiong of Mingcan Company, with a dejected expression, led him into a waiting room without saying a word.

On the way to the airport, Han Jianrong opened Weibo, and the merchants who had cooperated in promotion and endorsement deleted all Weibo about him tacitly, and fashion resources also followed him to draw a clear line with him, as if... Everyone knows by coincidence revealed a secret.

But he was kept in the dark, this feeling is terrible, the higher you climb, the more painful you fall, he understands this truth better than anyone else, an artist, without any resources, does not need three or five years, just two years , is enough for the audience to forget him.

Completely out of breath.

What he is most afraid of is getting angry. He usually bullies others with his power, and there are countless "wronged souls" under his feet. Now that he has become a bereaved dog, how can those who have been bullied by him not take revenge on him?

Han Jianrong has been to the VIP waiting room before, and never knew that Shuchuan Airport would provide a single waiting room. The off-white decoration style is elegant, the floor is covered with long-haired carpets of the same color, and the floor-to-ceiling windows can overlook the entire airport. Compared with five-star hotels Don't give up.

A young man was leaning on the sofa with a casual posture, looking at the scenery outside the window, his side face was stern and clear, his expression seemed to be frozen, cold and silent.

"Mr. He, I brought you someone." The bright Mr. Xiong bent over and approached with a forced smile.

This is a person of status, Han Jianrong has some vision, he is either a high-ranking official or a business tycoon, otherwise Mr. Xiong would not be so considerate.

He Zhijin turned his head and glanced, his slender legs were slightly bent, but he didn't have any intention of standing up, "Tell him clearly that you don't need to bring him in front of me."

"I'm not... afraid that you won't be at ease? It's better to say it clearly in front of you." Mr. Xiong smiled and stood up straight. Hanging indifferently, "Mr. Han, we will discuss the termination of the contract here."

Han Jianrong's lips trembled, and he took a quick look at the man sitting on the sofa. The man's appearance was outstanding, not inferior to a popular male artist in the entertainment industry. Looking into his eyes, I felt chills down my spine, shivering.

Perhaps it was because the tip of the man's eyes drooped slightly when he looked at him, and his eyes swept across the end of his eyes, dismissively, too lazy to look directly at him, as if he was already dead.

"Mr. Xiong, from the establishment of Mingcan to today, I have made great contributions to Mingcan..."

Han Jianrong argued hard.

Mr. Xiong turned a deaf ear and did not draw a clear line with Han Jianrong. He was going to die, but as an artist, no matter how hard he worked, he was not as important as his foundation. relation."

"Where's my play? I've signed a contract."

"The investors are dissatisfied with the casting, and have to reconsider the market risk. Your play is now out of play." Mr. Xiong gave a serious look, and he kept looking at He Zhijin from the corner of his eye.

Han Jianrong grabbed Mr. Xiong's sleeve to prevent Mr. Xiong from escaping, "Impossible, I'm the best actor of Jin Hua, what's the investor dissatisfied with, who else do they want to replace me with?"

President Xiong lived up to his surname, with a thick back and a strong waist, and he pushed and pushed Han Jianrong's hand, "Calm down, this is the investor's decision, and it has nothing to do with me."

"Where's my manager? I want him to tell me in person." Han Jianrong's jaw trembled with his lips.

President Xiong lost his temper and was caught like a monkey. He lost face in front of He Zhijin, and pushed him away. Han Jianrong staggered, stepped back a few steps, and sat down on the glass coffee table, turning his back on his back , extremely embarrassed.

Immediately after a muffled sound, the glass was shattered, Han Jianrong got up, shook off the glass scratches on his wrist, and a string of bright red blood flew everywhere.

Mr. Xiong said helplessly: "Calm down! See the reality clearly, you can do other jobs if you are not an actor."

"What else can I do if I don't become an actor?" Han Jianrong asked dumbly, he didn't want to do other professions at all, what industry can make money faster than this industry?

He Zhijin glanced down at the shards of glass on the ground, got up, picked up the dark gray suit jacket on the armrest of the sofa, put it on the crook of his arm, said calmly, "You can lie down and split your legs, and do this job." Make more money than you as an actor."

He turned around and strode outside, and closed the door of the waiting room. It was Han Jianrong's hope that he closed together.

Han Jianrong's face was pale, and the words just now echoed in his head, and now he understands what real despair is.

Because of Han Jianrong's sudden absence, the chief director of the program group was so angry that he scolded Han Jianrong for not having the spirit of the contract. After only two days of recording "Idol Closer", the recording had to be suspended to find new artists to fill Han Jianrong's position.

Su Qiao got a short vacation, packed her clothes and luggage, and drove down the mountain with Zuo Zuo to the city.

Before leaving, Zuo Zuo secretly slipped a note for him, and Su Qiao opened it in the back seat, it said [Sorry. ] and a crying emoji.

Su Qiao smiled lightly, folded the note, and put it in her pocket.

A white Spyker stopped at the intersection, the driver in a black suit and white gloves opened the rear door, took Su Qiao's luggage and put it in the trunk, and looked at him with a smile, "Mr. He came to Shuchuan for a meeting, Take Mr. Su home by the way."

Good luck, Su Qiao's eyes are bright, otherwise he will have to stay in this hotel for one night, and the satellite will pick him up tomorrow. He waved to Zuo Zuo, "My friend is here to pick me up, and you too stand up."

The employees of the program group were packing up the photography props. The chief director was about to get into the car with a cigarette in his mouth. The camera patted his back and said in a low voice, "Director, look at that Spyker."

"It's quite expensive, what's the matter?" The chief director glanced at him, although there are not many people driving Spyker in China, and this kind of luxury car is relatively low-key, but it is not unavailable, so there is no need to be surprised.

"Look at the license plate number."

"Ah...A8..." The director suddenly realized, and exchanged glances with the photographer, thankfully he didn't offend Su Qiao.

This license plate number is much more expensive than this car. Those who can wear this license plate are either rich or expensive. Without a close relationship with the above, they cannot get this license plate.

Zuo Zuo glanced at the license plate and stopped in his tracks. He had heard the legend about this license plate, and through the dark rear window, he could only see a shadowy figure. Su Qiao's friend... must be very powerful, right?

"Zuo Zuo, aren't you coming?" Su Qiao looked at Zuo Zuo, turned his head to look at the car, and He Zhijin glanced at him with rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked down at the tablet in his hand.

Zuo Zuo felt guilty and dared not go up, "No...no need, my family is here to pick me up."

Su Qiao looked at the people in the program group again. It is not easy to take a car in a small county town. It takes a few hours to get to the airport. If you can take one, you can take one. "There is still one seat, don't you all need to take a car?"

Everyone shook their heads like a rattle, and no one wanted to disturb the people inside. It was rare for Su Qiao to want to be a good person, so she had to stop.

The driver closed the door and walked away.

Su Qiao moved her shoulders, slept on a hard bamboo bed for two days, her back was sore, she rubbed her shoulders and asked, "Mr. He, what meeting are you having in Shuchuan?"

Wu Dong also has a project in Shuchuan?Why hasn't he heard of it.

"A few small things." He Zhijin paused with her finger on the work email on the tablet, and asked casually: "How does it feel to record variety shows?"

"It's fun." Su Qiao was spoiled and spoiled. He grew up in the city. It was the first time he went to the deep mountains and old forests. Everything he saw was fresh. He took out his mobile phone and opened the photo album. "Look, this is me burning the stove."

In the photo, Su Qiao's face is black and white, holding a handful of straw, lying on the edge of the rural earthen stove, blowing fire, the orange fire covered his face, his eyes were black and excited, he was having a great time playing .

"Is it dirty?" He Zhijin frowned, pointed at the screen of Su Qiao's mobile phone, and swipe a few pictures at random. Su Qiao happily painted the wall, Su Qiao clumsily chopped vegetables, Su Qiao carried a vegetable basket and bargained at the vegetable market, and others The cattle and sheep raised by the farmers are photographed at close range, which is full of life.

Silly.

"Not dirty, I take a shower every day." Su Qiao seriously emphasized that he is a very hygienic person.

The corner of He Zhijin's mouth twitched, showing a rare tenderness, "Well, keep this habit."

Su Qiao put away her mobile phone, feeling very good. Turning her head, there was a line of dark brown marks on He Zhijin's light gray collar, which looked like... blood?

"Are you injured?" Su Qiao looked at him worriedly.

He Zhijin was slightly startled, followed Su Qiao's gaze and touched the collar. It wasn't his blood, and frowned in disgust, "Well, a little injury."

"Where is the wound?" Su Qiao looked along his handsome face, but did not see the wound.

He Zhijin is serious, or pretending to be serious, "Secret."

Su Qiao blinked a few times, then slowly narrowed her eyes, "Is it somewhere I can't see?"

He Zhijin glanced at him and spoke clearly, "Yes, it's inconvenient."

Su Qiao's gaze was slow, looking up and down He Zhijin, with a bright smile on the corner of her mouth, "Mr. He, are you shy?"

He Zhijin's shy look is so cute. Su Qiao really likes his shy look. Before, he introduced He Zhijin like a friend, and said without shame, "This is our school's school belle." In the end, He Zhijin ignored him for several days.

Really thin-skinned, too easily shy.