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

Compared to He Zhijin’s flat-out words, Su Qiao is more accepting of holding grudges. A person like him, either loves him or hates him, choose one of the two, and it’s absolutely impossible not to take him seriously. unacceptable.

March and April are the peak seasons in the film and television city, and the crew is opening new ones one after another. Su Qiao received the first movie audition notice, the comedy "Dad is 17 Years Old" produced at a small cost.

Compared with long-form and large-scale TV dramas, the structure of movies is short and concise, and the pursuit of speed, accuracy, and stability requires higher acting skills from actors. After all, the high-definition giant screen in movie theaters can tell whether people are ghosts or not at a glance.

This "Dad is 17 Years Old" is a drama with two male protagonists. The male protagonist Tao Tao who Su Qiao auditioned for is a 17-year-old high school student. A bad rebellious boy.

An accidental car accident exchanged the souls of the two people. Tao Tao became a middle-aged bald Tao Dawei. Tao Dawei turned into his own son. Boss, triggered a ridiculous story.

In the end, the father and son understood each other's difficulties, shook hands and made peace, and reached a settlement.

This "Daddy is 17 years old" has high requirements on the actors' acting skills, because one person plays two roles, Su Qiao has to play the young and vigorous Tao Tao, and also "play" the middle-aged Tao Dawei, which is very important for him. It's no small challenge.

After a simple audition, Su Qiao successfully won the role. The producer valued his youthful sense of youth. His natural face is tender and his eyes are clean. He looks like a 17-year-old even without acting.

After "The Folding Knife" was scheduled to be released on Blueberry Channel, Su Qiao's worth rose accordingly, and the crew of "Dad is 17" offered a lot of film contracts.

On the day she got half of the deposit, Su Qiao went to see her brother Su Mao.

Under the skyscrapers, cars were coming and going, Su Qiao was wearing a black peaked cap, sunglasses on the bridge of her straight nose, chewing gum, her white fingers followed the music in the earphones, beating beats on her forearms.

"Little Qiao, why don't you come up?" Su Mao, in a suit and leather shoes, pinched the back of his neck.

Su Qiao took off her earphones and pulled down her sunglasses, "I'm not wearing formal clothes, so it's inconvenient to go up to find you."

"My company, what's inconvenient for you?" Su Mao raised a sum of money from relatives abroad and opened a small financial company.

Su Qiao shrugged and spit out the gum in her mouth, "Brother, I want to buy something for my parents, do you have any recommendations?"

In the past, he bought hardcover Chinese paintings for Su Lihua, famous wines, and cheongsam jewelry for Su's mother. Even though the wool came from sheep, because it was a gift from him, the old couple liked it very much.

Now he can't give these superficial gifts. See what's missing in the house, and he will pay for a big one.

Su Mao put his hands in the pockets of his suit pants and looked at him unexpectedly, "Our little Qiao has grown up."

"I'm already 24."

"I'll pay attention to them later." Su Mao smiled and looked him up and down. "I just saw your back, and I realized that you suddenly jumped so high. I remembered that you came to me."

Su Mao compared the position of his chest.

"Our family has good genes." Su Qiao teased with a smile.

Su Mao sighed thoughtfully, "Time flies so fast, you came back to the company to find me six years ago, right?"

Su Qiao's expression froze, she pursed her lips, and nodded slowly.

Su Mao stared at his smooth cheeks for a moment. Su Qiao's appearance remained unchanged from that time. Back then, his brows and eyes were more open, and the time seemed to return to a day six years ago.

During the summer vacation of Su Mao University, he worked as an intern at the Su Group, serving as Su's father's assistant, and learned the way of business management from Su's father. That day, at five o'clock before get off work, he received a message from his baby brother, Su Qiao.

[Brother, I'm downstairs. ]

Su Qiao seldom came to the Su Group, he hated the dull office environment, Su Mao was sure that he had caused trouble again, and came to him to deal with the aftermath.

But when he saw Su Qiao, he gasped and stayed where he was.

Su Qiao's right cheek was red and swollen, and the white and delicate flesh was covered with staggered finger marks, which was horrible, and the corner of her mouth was also torn, bloodstained, shocking.

With his head down, he sat on the dirty steps regardless of his image, and Su Mao refused to say anything when asked.

This is not Su Qiao's style. His precious little brother has been spoiled by the whole family since he was a child. He has been spoiled and spoiled. He has to show the whole family when he peels apples and cuts his fingers. he turns.

Su Mao clenched his fists tightly and was furious. Su Qiao had never suffered any crimes and was always held high by the Su family. On the day Su Qiao came out in public, Su Lihua was furious and slapped his hands in the air, not wanting to let go.

He didn't even hit him as his own father, so who would dare to fight Su Qiao?

Su Mao thought of Zhao Chen, whom Su Qiao often talked about, that boyfriend who had the first grade in academic performance, was handsome and had a good personality, and was impeccable in everything.

Su Qiao couldn't hide the matter in his heart, and mentioned it at home more than once, full of praise, how obedient and sensible, he would please him, chattering, making Su Mao's ears almost callused.

Su Mao has never met Zhao Chen, but he has a good impression of him. Su Qiao is spoiled by the Su family, and there are not many people who can stand Su Qiao.

Su Mao can only think of Zhao Chen who can keep Su Qiao silent.

"He hit you?"

Su Qiao covered her face with her hands, her voice trembling, "Brother, stop asking."

Su Mao patted his hair lightly, comforted him in a low voice, and gritted his teeth. He was ready to kill Zhao Chen. The children they poured out with all the love in their family should not be abused by others.

Later, Su Qiao opened a suite in the hotel, closed the door, didn't see anyone, and was depressed for a whole week, until the marks on his face subsided, and then he was willing to go home with Su Mao.

He still remembered that Su Qiao, who had been silent all this while standing at the elevator entrance of the hotel, suddenly asked him a question softly.

"Brother, if you like someone, do you have to think about him?"

Su Mao nodded, and said yes, surprised that Su Qiao asked such a question, Su Qiao, the proud son of heaven, has no one in his eyes, and always only thinks of himself, when will he think of others?

Later, Su Qiao went abroad to study. He learned rock climbing, danced the national standard, went to high society parties, collected new supercars, and paid attention to the quality of life. name.

Holding the paper stack house, following Su Mao's buttocks, the boy who chattered and showed off his boyfriend's ingenuity stayed in the yellowed time.

Su Mao once went to school to look for Zhao Chen, but the other party has disappeared. The classmates and teachers didn't mention this name at all, as if it never existed.

The living room clock stopped at one o'clock in the morning.

Su Qiao kicked off his slippers, hugged his knees, and sat half-squat on the sofa. There was only one floor lamp in the huge villa, and a light yellow halo draped over his shoulders.

He kept moving his hands and feet, changing his posture after a while, and checking the time on his phone from time to time.

The second hand ticked, and finally, with a "click" on the door, footsteps came from the entrance.

Su Qiao flattened her legs, sat up straight, held the remote control, and focused on watching the program on TV.

He Zhijin loosened his tie with one hand, and the moment he saw him, his eyes paused, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"I can watch TV." Su Qiao glanced at him quickly, pretending to be engrossed in watching TV.

He Zhijin pinched the back of her neck with a calm expression, "Now do you like watching health care programs for the elderly?"

Su Qiao's tongue rested on her lower teeth, and she pursed her lips, "I just like watching this."

"Go to bed early." He Zhijin walked upstairs, passed the spacious kitchen, turned around to open the refrigerator to get a bottle of water, but stopped in mid-air.

A piece of white post-it note was pasted on the pure white double-door refrigerator, and a heart was drawn with a pink fountain pen. The chubby Cupid was lying on the clouds with the arrow on his back.

The following line of small words can be ignored if you don't pay attention.

[I know I'm wrong! ]

He Zhijin raised his eyebrows, gently tore off the sticky note, put it in the pocket of his shirt close to his chest, and retracted his hand resting on the armrest of the refrigerator.

He twisted his neck and met Su Qiao's peeping eyes. Su Qiao immediately acted as if nothing had happened, and sat on the sofa as tall and straight as Bai Yang.

He Zhijin walked over, picked up the remote control, and changed to a late-night financial program, "Don't wait for me from now on."

"I didn't wait for you." Su Qiao refused to admit it, heaved a sigh of relief, relaxed her tense shoulders, leaned back on the sofa, and pointed her chin at the host of the show, "Cloud computing and AI technologies empower future development trends Very good, many companies are planning to do it now, will Wu Dong do it too?"

"Well, I invested in a few projects." He Zhijin leaned on the sofa and looked sideways at him, "Since when did you pay attention to these?"

"I know a lot." Su Qiao looked generously into his eyes, "I also know blockchain, sdo, A shares, B shares, and st shares. If you don't believe me, you can test me."

He Zhijin traced his eyebrows, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and said softly, "It means spo, Initial public, initial public offering."

How stupid.

Su Qiao hugged his feet temporarily, remembering the wrong words is normal, his face did not change, "You can ask me other things, I know all about it."

"Remember these for what?" He Zhijin's cold voice was suddenly gentle.

Su Qiao glanced at him, hugged the pillow tightly, and stopped at the TV, "I like these." He couldn't say that he wanted to have a common language with you, he was embarrassed to say that.

He Zhijin knew it well, and couldn't make waves, "I have a copy of my notes. If you are interested in this industry, copy my notes."

"..."

Su Qiao's face turned green with fright. He Zhijin's notes are thicker than the Xinhua Dictionary, so he must be written to death, "You are too polite, so there is no need for this, I can learn it myself."

"Really don't need it?" A narrow smile flashed in He Zhijin's slender eyes.

Su Qiao shook her head like a rattle, she didn't need it at all.

He Zhijin had teased him enough, his jaw was slightly retracted, and he said solemnly, "I'm going to take a shower and go to bed early."

"Understood." Su Qiao agreed sullenly.

After He Zhijin took a shower, the light in the living room was still on.

Su Qiao's side cheeks are resting on the black velvet pillow, one white and one black, the color contrast is strong, the dark brown hair grows out, and the dyed black is matched, like a melted cookie chocolate biscuit, a layer of fluffy eyelashes, a Tremble.

Even when he was asleep, he pouted unconsciously, as if expressing dissatisfaction with someone.

Shrouded in pale yellow lights, this scene is like the texture and color of an oil painting from the seventeenth century.

He Zhijin gently touched his fair cheek with the back of her hand, and slowly withdrew her hand.

The author has something to say: go out to play today, it will be later, write more tomorrow.