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

The sky at night was low, dotted with stars, and the tip of Su Qiao's nose was stuck to the cold glass. With the altitude of the plane, the city gradually shrank, and finally evaporated into a section of smoke.

He Zhijin leaned back on the sofa, and supported her expensive rimless glasses with one hand, "According to your current development, you should change your agency."

"Boss Wen is very nice to me, he values ​​me very much." Su Qiao turned her head.

He Zhijin tapped his finger on the armrest of the sofa, thinking for a moment, "You should consider your long-term development, and I will take care of Wenjie."

"Mr. He, let me think about it." Su Qiao rubbed his head, the current development trend, the barren land of the Pineapple Company can no longer satisfy his growth nutrients, changing to a new company, a better platform is the best choose.

However, everyone has a fledgling complex. The Pineapple Company is the first footstep for Su Qiao to step into the entertainment circle. Wenjie and Satellite are very kind to him and always think of him. Su Qiao will not be able to let go of this for a while. Friendship.

"Think about it." He Zhijin's thin glasses were pulled down a bit, and he looked at him through the edge of the frame, "After landing, go and order some clothes."

Su Qiao plucked at the collar, full of confidence, "Doesn't it look good on me?"

"Normal." He Zhijin's eyes paused for a second on the little hairball on the elbow of his coat, his heart twitched, his pupils shrank slightly, and he looked up at Su Qiao's face.

Although Su Qiao is gay, but in terms of clothes, he is no different from a straight man. As long as he is warm, clean and comfortable, he is satisfied. He used to like to buy high-end clothes because the designer came to measure and the size is more comfortable to wear, so he can wear anything OK.

On the day the ordered clothes came back, He Zhijin took Su Qiao to a special dinner party.

Su Qiao was wearing a royal blue casual suit and a dark beige shirt. Her natural curly hair was sprayed with gel and combed neatly. A few strands of hair hung on her forehead. She was very handsome, with clear eyes, young and active, and was out of place in the serious and deep atmosphere of the dinner party. .

This is not so much a dinner party as it is an industry brainstorming meeting. The luxurious hall is covered with white plush carpets, green trees intertwined with red flowers, the suits are neat, the symphony orchestra wearing white gloves is orderly, and the heavy cello The softness of the violin complements each other, and the aroma of white tea flows in the air.

When Su Qiao was studying, he was keen on going to parties, yachts, discos, KTV, his favorite place, listening to heavy metal rock, getting drunk, spending his youth recklessly, what he was most afraid of was this kind of social life where he wore a suit, drank champagne, and talked insincerely dinner party.

He is good at many things, but he is not very good at talking politely with people. He is too lazy to understand the complex relationships in the adult world.

The strawberries on the cake were fresh and the cream was sweet. Su Qiao sipped and ate it gracefully. Not far away, He Zhijin was twirling a champagne glass, and behaved elegantly, surrounded by a group of luxuriously dressed men and women, like stars and moon, full of style .

Su Qiao doesn't know where He Zhijin learned the ability to talk nonsense when seeing people, and the ability to talk nonsense when he sees people.

From time to time, the eyes of the two collided in the air, and He Zhijin gave him a half-smile and a calm look.

Su Qiao picked up a glass of fruit juice, and when she looked up, a tall young man stood in front of her with a handsome face, looking at him with a smile, "Su Qiao, I didn't expect to see you here."

Duan Cen.

When Su Qiao was young, the Duan family was involved in import and export trade, and the Duan and Su families were family friends. Later, the Duan family became prosperous and the whole family immigrated abroad.

Counting the time, I haven't seen each other for more than ten years. Su Qiao almost couldn't afford this little boy. He looks much paler than when he was a child. He used to always follow him as a crybaby, "You are Xiao Cen? When did you come back?"

"Last month." Duan Cen smiled, took a bottle from the champagne tower, and looked at Su Qiao apologetically, "I heard my dad talk about my uncle, it's a pity that I couldn't help your family. "

Su Qiao listened to this kind of talk a lot, gained immunity, and shrugged indifferently, "It's okay, it's all over, have you returned to China to develop?"

"Yeah, I came here with my dad today, I didn't expect to meet you here, you and..." Duan Cen looked at the gleaming He Zhijin.

Su Qiao nodded her chin, and said in a straightforward manner: "My boyfriend." Fake.

Duan Cen was stunned, and then smiled knowingly, "I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it."

Su Qiao never concealed her sexual orientation in front of her friends, and she was very happy to see her long-lost Fa Xiao, "Xiao Cen, how about you? Did you bring your sister-in-law here today?"

"I..." Duan Cen's gaze stayed on his face for a second, and he lowered his head and smiled softly, "I'm still early, let's think about career first."

Su Qiao nodded in agreement, and said in a dignified manner: "First establish a career and then a family, it's the same now."

Duan Cen pinched the bridge of his nose, glanced at He Zhijin, met He Zhijin's scrutinizing gaze, that gaze was as sharp as a wolf, he paused for a few seconds, and said in a low voice: "Su Qiao, I will keep in touch with you often in the future, add a WeChat account!"

Su Qiao took out her phone, opened the screenshot of the WeChat QR code, and Duan Cen's phone beeped to add friends.

"I'll cleanse you up when I'm free." Su Qiao wiped her mouth with a bright smile. Just as she finished speaking, a strong arm suddenly hugged her waist and half pulled her into her arms. He turned his head, and He Zhijin's side face was clear.

"Go home." He Zhijin enunciated clearly.

Su Qiao's back was pressed against his broad chest, the smell of champagne mixed with mint perfume penetrated into her nose, and He Zhijin's warm air could be felt on the side of her neck, "Are you done?"

"Well, let's go." He Zhijin's arm hooked around Su Qiao's waist tightened, swearing sovereignty.

Su Qiao didn't realize the subtle atmosphere, and waved at Duan Cen, "Xiao Cen, come back to my house for dinner, my parents miss you very much."

He Zhijin hugged his waist affectionately, and left the dinner side by side.

Duan Cen held his forehead and said a few words to Su Qiao, as for?

In the elevator, Su Qiao was immersed in the excitement of meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land, her arms in her pockets moved around, and she turned her face to look at He Zhijin, "Mr. ?it's him."

"Oh."

"We even took a bath together. He cried a lot when he was a child, and he was especially good at howling. If it wasn't for a family friend, I wouldn't want to play with him. He is too clingy to me, and he would marry me when he was playing house."

"is it?"

"He has a personality like a girl. He likes to wear braids and dance rubber bands. We all call him 'Er Xizi'. Everyone thinks he is gay. Unexpectedly, I am the one who is gay." Thinking of the past, Su Qiao laughed, who could have predicted The naughtiest, naughtiest and most troublesome person in the children's group is gay, but Er Xizi is heterosexual?

"Yeah." He Zhijin traced his thin waist through the clothes with his fingertips. Su Qiao's waist was so narrow that it seemed that he could hold it with one hand. He really wanted to pinch his waist and make him docile.

Su Qiao belatedly realized that the posture was ambiguous, the whole person was leaning on He Zhijin's arms, like a big bird, he coughed a few times, looked at the top of the elevator, "Mr. He, we seem to have missed the elevator."

He Zhijin reached out and pressed a layer.

Su Qiao clenched her hands tightly in her pockets, her chest was hot, and He Zhijin's clean breath smelled good, but at this moment, it was like adding fuel to a fire, which made him feel more anxious.

Alas, he is really hopeless.

When I got home, it was already nine o'clock in the evening. When the lights came on, He Zhijin entered the door, took off his suit jacket, undid his tie, and casually unbuttoned two shirt buttons, flowing and unrestrained.

"Didn't you eat enough just now?" He Zhijin flipped off a portion of his shirt sleeve, his arms were smooth, graceful and powerful.

Su Qiao nodded, and sat on the dining table with her chin resting on her hands, like a sunflower, "Well, I want to eat noodles with green vegetables and pouches." After hugging his waist for so long, it is also appropriate to cook a meal for him.

He Zhijin slowly boiled water, chopped vegetables, and fried eggs. Just looking at the tall and straight back, he looked like the top host of a food show.

Ten minutes later, two steaming bowls of pouch noodles were placed on the table, and the fried egg yolks were beautiful.

Su Qiao was hungry all night, and she couldn't feel full after eating a few cakes. Seeing the noodles glowing in her eyes, she took a bite with her chopsticks, "Hiss..."

What does it smell like?

"Mr. He, you put too much vinegar." Su Qiao covered her cheeks, gritted her teeth.

He Zhijin picked up his chopsticks, lowered his head, and tasted them lightly with a good posture, his expression watery, "No."

"Can't you taste it? A lot of vinegar." Have a problem with your sense of taste?Su Qiao frowned.

"Is it sour?"

"It's very sour." Su Qiao said firmly.

A narrow smile flashed in He Zhijin's eyes, he picked up each other's bowls, switched positions, "Eat this bowl."

Su Qiao carefully tasted a spoonful, and it tasted right. He Zhijin, who was sitting opposite, held the chopsticks and ate plainly, without any abnormality.

"Don't you feel sour?" Su Qiao asked in surprise.

He Zhijin glanced at him meaningfully, "A little bit."

Su Qiao's dull emotional nerves jumped, as if she understood something.

He Zhijin got up, opened the double-door refrigerator in the kitchen, and took out a bottle of water. Su Qiao bit the tip of the chopsticks twice. He has been filming on the set recently, and he has improved in terms of human relations than before.

Recalling He Zhijin's various words and deeds today, Su Qiao licked her lips, looked at He Zhijin, and asked straightforwardly: "Aren't you jealous?"

He Zhijin raised his head to drink water, his Adam's apple rolled, and ignored him, not giving him a look.

Su Qiao stood up, more convinced of the thoughts in her heart, and jumped to the kitchen with a few steps, her eyes glowing, "Are you jealous of me and Duan Cen?"

"is not it?"

"Do you still like me?"

If it was someone else, talking about these words would bring some uncertainty and shyness, but Su Qiao went straight to Huanglong, her tone was firm, serious, without any shame.

He Zhijin glanced at him, took out a few pieces of paper, wiped his hands, remained cold and silent, and didn't intend to pay attention to Su Qiao's appearance.

Su Qiao walked upstairs behind him, leaned forward, looked at him sideways, with piercing eyes, "Do you like me?"

"Say something, don't be shy, it's normal to like me."

It's not normal not to like him.

He Zhijin walked in a gentle rhythm without being disturbed, Su Qiao jumped up the steps, followed behind energetically, and whispered, "I have slept with you so many times, you don't even want to talk to me now... "

Arrogant people often don't feel that the mistakes they made are big, and Su Qiao is a typical case.

He Zhijin suddenly stopped in her tracks, turned her head, half of her cheeks were in the shadow of the corner of the stairs, her eyes were as dark as a deep pool, and she couldn't see happiness or anger.

Su Qiao retracted her shoulders, straightened her posture, and said without blinking her eyes, "Do you have thoughts about me?" Never mentioning his own small thoughts, it will not help him get more love from He Zhijin. very clear.

"What do you think?" He Zhijin's eyes wandered over him with a gentle voice.

Su Qiao was a little guilty, but the words had already been spoken, and she had no choice but to say, cheekily, "I think so."

There was a loud "bang", Su Qiao spun around, her back leaned against the corner wall, her jaw was forcefully lifted, He Zhijin's cold face approached him, breath intertwined, Su Qiao subconsciously held her breath.

Like the slow-frame playback of an old movie, He Zhijin touched his lips, and his breath warmed Su Qiao's cheek.

Su Qiao murmured a few times, his voice stuck in his throat, he raised his arms and wrapped them around He Zhijin's neck, expressing his acceptance of this intimacy.

The word "reserved" is not in his dictionary. Rewarding a loyal admirer with a kiss is the supreme honor bestowed by the proud King Su.

When they parted, Su Qiao's lips were swollen and painful as if she had put on lipstick. He dissatisfied and bit He Zhijin's jaw lightly, rubbed his sharp canine teeth a few times, and the feedback he got was that the soft flesh on the side of his waist was pinched as punishment. Bundle.

"Don't...it hurts so much." Su Qiao hummed coquettishly on purpose.

He Zhijin's breathing changed, and his jaw collapsed into a line. He pinched Su Qiao's jaw and ordered in a cold voice, "Stop barking."

Su Qiao raised her eyebrows, and stopped screaming if she didn't scream, but her knees were disobedient again, half bent, and the dexterous He Zhijin rubbed back and forth, "Mr. He, you kissed me like this, give me an explanation... ..."

Climb up the pole.

He pouted his jaw, showed his wet and swollen lips, and motioned He Zhijin to see what he had done.

He Zhijin withdrew his arm, opened the distance, crossed his hands gracefully on his chest, and said slowly, "What do you want to say?"

Su Qiao was speechless, looked at him, cleared her throat, "You kissed me suddenly, don't you need to explain to me?"

He Zhijin frowned slightly, casually, "Don't you like playing this kind of game?"

After a short pause, calmly, "I'll play with you."

Su Qiao was slightly startled, and stared at him. He didn't want to play this time, but seriously wanted to fall in love. Why didn't He Zhijin believe him?Didn't play like that?Fortunately, he still thinks that He Zhijin is a good person.

Even those who have previous convictions will repent.

It cannot be killed with a stick.

Su Qiao took a deep breath, and walked upstairs like a puffer fish.

He Zhijin glanced at his back, and pursed his lips unsatisfactorily.

Su Qiao's lips are very soft.