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

The ratings of "Folding Blossom Knife" have counterattacked all the way, becoming a dark horse at the beginning of this year. As a spy war drama, "Folding Blossom Knife" is not as serious as traditional spy war dramas. The love of family and country, attention and little people in troubled times The helplessness in the background, trying to change one's own destiny, has become an eye-catching point nowadays.

On the day the ratings broke 2.0, Director Lu hosted a banquet and invited several leading actors to celebrate together.

Su Qiao came late, and when he pushed the door of the box, everyone drank, his face was dyed red, although he couldn't drink, but as the male lead of this show, he deservedly sat in the second seat. Next to Director Lu and Morris.

This kind of social occasion at the banquet requires the ability to socialize. Su Qiao is not good at dealing with it, and has become a neglected corner between pushing and changing glasses.

"Ding"

Morris glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally, held the chopsticks, and tapped the rim of the glass next to him, "The Cantonese cuisine here is very famous, try this sweet and sour pork dish."

Su Qiao took a few mouthfuls, and the assistant director smiled, only to see her mouth invisible, giggling non-stop, "It is said on the Internet that you two are that kind of CP..."

"Overpass Joe." The photographer next to him laughed.

Su Qiao frowned unhappily, did she drink too much?

Morris is an "old fritter", and he handles this kind of jokes like a fish in water, he waved his hands, "Brothers, don't talk nonsense, we are just ordinary friends, don't you think?"

He looked at Su Qiao meaningfully, he was very close, but he would not touch Su Qiao's shoulder like a buddy.

Su Qiao nodded, Morris looked away, smiling as usual, got up and exchanged cups with everyone, politely.

Su Qiao took out his mobile phone from his pocket. It was less than five o'clock. He tilted his head and breathed lightly. Since that night, when he had nothing to do, he had been thinking about the relationship between He Zhijin and him.

First of all, He Zhijin must have thoughts about him, there is no doubt about it, but it is an objective fact that He Zhijin doesn't want to get back together with him, and just keeps his appetite, just refuses to say that he wants to get back together with him.

It's like holding a bowl of fragrant meat around under his nose, not giving him any food, as if teasing him.

Su Qiao has always been strong in his relationship, and he caught the sign that He Zhijin was interested in him, and waited for He Zhijin to speak first, so that he could gain the upper hand in the future. If he spoke first and begged He Zhijin to get back together with him, it would be too embarrassing. ?

What would he do to make He Zhijin speak first, and then he would go along with the flow and happily reunite with him?

Su Qiao sighed inwardly, touched Morris's arm with her elbow, and asked in a low voice, "How many boyfriends and girlfriends have you dated?"

Morris was slightly startled, turned his head to look at him, and said with a smile, "Four or five, why are you asking this?"

Bi Suqiao has rich experience in love, he thought about it and asked, "What is your favorite one like?"

Morris's eyes stayed on his face for a second, he licked his upper lip unnaturally, picked up the white wine on the table, and took a sip, "A broadcaster, beautiful and sexy, cooks well, and has a very hot body ,You know."

Handed Su Qiao a comprehensible look.

Su Qiao rubbed her chin with her fingers, and she probably understood that most men like this type, and He Zhijin who is so boring probably does too.

The crew rented out a clean bar. There was a small round stage in the hall, inlaid with a circle of colorful lights, shining brightly, with wooden high stools and a guitar placed on it. Several crew members were having a good time. Go up and sing, jump and dance, it's a joy.

Su Qiao remembered one thing, turned on the phone to record video mode, and handed it to Morris, "Please record a video for me, I will start singing in a while, you just click start."

The back of the phone was still warm, Morris nodded and looked at him intently.

Su Qiao stepped onto the stage in a few steps, picked up the guitar on the stool, sat on the high stool, stretched out one long leg, and half-bent the other leg, stepped on the pedal casually, and touched the strings lightly with her fingertips , let out a heavy humming.

He closed his eyes, relaxed his body, and searched for the melody deep in his mind. Su Qiao could only play the simplest song "The Moon Represents My Heart". The guitar sings love songs, impressing girls with the image of a prodigal son. In order to get this look, he learned the guitar for two days, and only memorized the basics of playing and singing a few simple chords. The right hand is 36. No matter how complicated, he I don't have the patience to learn.

The sound of the guitar was melodious and soothing, and the audience fell silent. The dizzy people on the wine table raised their heads at the same time, and looked at Su Qiao on the stage together.

Su Qiao stretched her posture and breathed slowly. As the notes flowed, time seemed to return to the hot summer nine years ago.

At that time, he had just turned 15 years old, holding an expensive guitar purchased from abroad, sitting under the banyan tree in the affiliated courtyard of Rongcheng Machinery Factory, the feet of a pair of snow-white sneakers lit on the ground boredly, and there was a layer of fine lines on the bridge of his straight nose. sweating, his eyes fixed on the direction of the gate of the family courtyard.

He is used to staying in an air-conditioned room every day, and the car is also an air-conditioned car. In such a hot weather, he shouldn't go out. If it wasn't for a man, he would not have appeared in this place.

He Zhijin, or Zhao Chen can also be called, a thin and straight boy, wearing a blue and white large school uniform, the zipper is open, and inside is a clean white shirt with the No.[-] Middle School logo printed on it, simple and elegant,

With a heavy schoolbag on one shoulder and a pair of white earphones, he walked step by step under the golden sunlight.

Su Qiao shivered, sat up straight, picked up the guitar, and plucked the strings. Her voice was hoarse during the voice-changing period, and she had a different taste, "You asked me how much I love you, how much I love you..."

He Zhijin walked past him expressionlessly, turning a blind eye, and the English words in the earphones were drowned in Su Qiao's voice.

Su Qiao prepared for two days, but he didn't give him any face at all. He stepped forward with perseverance, put his guitar on his back, and took a few strides to catch up, "Did you hear me? Take off the earphones, I'll sing for you !"

No one has ever dared to treat him like this. If it weren't for He Zhijin's beauty, he was willing to condescend to pamper him, how could he be so tyrannical?

He Zhijin turned into an old apartment building, a residential building built in the 80s, the corridors were dimly lit and full of filth, unqualified people opened their hands here to relieve themselves, and there was an unpleasant smell in the air.

Su Qiao frowned when she smelled it, and jumped up the steps holding her nose. The soles of the limited-edition Nike shoes were spotless. Su Mao brought them back from the Lighthouse Country. baby walker, tattered dirty clothes.

Colorful advertisements were pasted on the surrounding walls. The original white walls could no longer be seen, and they were dusty everywhere. Electric wires and network cables criss-crossed and dangled above Su Qiao's head. He thought this kind of place The demolition has been completed, I didn't expect this kind of house to exist now.

"Wait..." Su Qiao was carrying a heavy guitar, panting, her fair face flushed.

He Zhijin held the strap of her schoolbag in one hand, turned her head and glanced at him, her pace slowed down a bit.

The sixth floor on the top floor is empty and there are only a few families. In the corridors, the brightly colored underwear of women and men are drying, which is dazzling.

He Zhijin took out the key from his pocket, inserted it into the patina-green entrance door, and turned it slightly to the left. The gear of the door lock did not respond. His lips were slightly pursed, the key was put back in his pocket, and half of his face was hidden in the shadow of the dim light.

Su Qiao panted heavily, wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, "You didn't bring the key?"

It is best to go to He Zhijin's house to play the piano, to see what kind of people He Zhijin's parents are, and to teach such a son.

"What do you want to do?" He Zhijin took off his earphones, his eyes fell on his face, and asked softly.

Su Qiao approached him, her clean chin was raised, revealing the almond-like white skin on her neck, "I want to play with you as a friend."

He Zhijin frowned slightly, and looked at him seriously, "What exactly do you want?"

Su Qiao sat down on the dilapidated sofa in the corridor. I don’t know which one threw out second-hand goods. The yellow and orange sponges were exposed and brittle by the sun. , he didn't realize it, holding the guitar, "I just want to play with you as a friend, are you playing with me or not?"

"You go back." He Zhijin was certain that this was a prank.

Su Qiao pursed her well-shaped lips, her eyes sparkled like stars, "I have learned guitar for a month, you can listen to me singing for you first." Although she has only learned for two days, it is expected that He Zhijin will not be able to hear it.

His white fingers plucked the strings, letting the old song flow with his voice.

He Zhijin turned his head and looked at him with fixed eyes. Su Qiao smiled at him, with red lips and white teeth, neat teeth, as bright as the morning sun.

At the end of a song, before Su Qiao had time to make a concluding speech, the copper green entrance door opened with a "click", and a middle-aged man was lifting his pants with both hands. Seeing the two half-old children, he coughed in embarrassment , down the corridor in a hurry.

He Zhijin stared at his back with dark and deep eyes.

Su Qiao thought, He Zhijin's father doesn't look like him at all, but He Zhijin is much better-looking, if he looks like his father, he won't chase after her.

The woman wrapped in a peach-pink silk nightdress has a bumpy figure, with a slender lady's cigarette dangling from her mouth, and was about to close the door when she met He Zhijin's eyes, she was stunned for a moment, and smiled guiltyly, " Did you bring your classmates back?"

He Zhijin didn't say a word, turned around and went down the stairs a few steps. Su Qiao smiled at the woman, not knowing what was going on, but followed He Zhijin down the stairs. He hadn't asked He Zhijin to agree to play with him, so he couldn't give up.

The past is like running water, Su Qiao opened his eyes, sighed softly, took the phone from Morris, checked one side of the video, clicked to save, and found a chance to show He Zhijin.

At the entrance of the hotel, Su Qiao was wearing a hat and sunglasses, fully armed, and was about to take a Didi, when Morris stopped in front of him in a hot red coupe, rolled down the window with a smile on his face, "You where to?"

Su Qiao reported the address casually, and Morris said without hesitation, "I've called a valet driver, and I'll take you back on the way." As for whether it's going well or not, only he knows.

"I called a car myself." Su Qiao shook her head.

"Just now you said we were ordinary friends, you pretended." Morris pushed the car door and opened the door of the back seat.

The hospitality is hard to come by, Su Qiao bent down and sat in, chatting with Morris for a while, her mind drifting away.

Morris stole a look in the rearview mirror, he could guess who Su Qiao was thinking about, it was obvious, that person was lucky.

As twilight deepened, milky white lanterns bloomed in the villa area. The car passed the security booth and drove straight to the door of Su Qiao's house. There was no light in the house, and He Zhijin hadn't come back yet.

Su Qiao said in a low voice, "Thank you", and Morris got out of the car with him, stretched his waist, and looked around with a smile. Both sides of the road were full of big camphor trees, and the weather in early spring burst into tenderness. Ya, a layer of green velvet on the lawn, matching the snow-white western-style house, with a beautiful environment and suitable for living. "The house price here is the most expensive in the city, right?"

Su Qiao shrugged, "Maybe, I don't know."

Morris smiled slightly, but still looked at him, "Don't pay too much attention to what is said on the Internet, we clean up ourselves, and it will be fine after a while."

Su Qiao also thinks the same way, if there is nothing, there is nothing, so she is not afraid of netizens saying those things, "I know, don't worry about it, we are justified."

He's sane, but the other guy isn't.

Morris stepped forward, lightly clenched his hand hanging on his leg into a fist, and punched Su Qiao's shoulder lightly, like a good buddy, "This drama is thanks to you, and we will serve blueberries later." Variety show on Taiwan, you tune out the schedule."

"Okay." Su Qiao nodded. The relationship between him and Morris was a bit awkward, but he was not so narcissistic that he felt that it had been so many years. What else would people think about him? It's a thing of the past, and it's not easy to be friends now.

Just as Morris was about to say something, two long car lights fell on the ground, and the floating dust in the air was scattered. The white Spyker was as clean as new, with a simple and elegant model, and slowly stopped in front of the two of them.

One side of the car door was pushed open, and He Zhijin stretched her long legs and got out of the car. The dark black suit pants were exquisitely stitched, and the white shirt was paired with a gray-blue slim-fit suit vest. In the arms, with a jade-like complexion and excellent temperament, he looks more like a descendant of an ancient nobleman than a businessman in the business field.

Su Qiao was slightly startled, He Zhijin came over, his gaze fell on his face warmly, raised his arm and gently tucked the open neckline of his hoodie, and said kindly, "What are you doing standing here in such a cold day?"

He Zhijin looked at Morris, glanced at Morris' bright red sports car, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, hooked Su Qiao's shoulder, and said in a slightly reproachful tone, "Qiao Qiao, there are guests at home, please come in and sit down." Sit down, don't stand at the door with guests."

Su Qiao couldn't react, turned her head away, looked at He Zhijin's arms around him, and said with a dry smile, "Morris, do you want to come in and sit?"

Morris looked at He Zhijin. The man's eyes were as calm as water, and he couldn't distinguish between emotions and anger. He took a deep breath, "Okay, I'll talk to the driver."

Su Qiao thinks that He Zhijin's acting skills are better than her own. If she becomes an actor, she can win a grand slam in three years.

In the villa, two pairs of slippers are placed side by side, Su Qiao’s peaked cap on the half-exposed Patek Philippe watch in the porch cabinet, a thinly wrinkled pillow, and hand-painted cartoon patterns of refrigerator tips, all of which are obvious. These are two people Traces of life.

Morris sat on the sofa, He Zhijin Shiran sat down, looked at him with a half-smile, Su Qiao looked at the two people left and right, and asked enthusiastically: "Mr. He, do you eat fruit?"

He Zhijin turned his head and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Qiao Qiao, we've already agreed, I'm not in the company, so don't call me Mr. He."

What do you want?Su Qiao hesitated for a second, and had to do a full set of acting, He Zhijin's money was not for nothing.

"Zhijin."

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