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

Su Qiao fell into deep thinking, whether to mourn for herself as a character first, or think about how to get rid of her miserable end.

Until the crew patted him on the shoulder and reminded him in a low voice, "Your account is here, and you are ready to audition."

Su Qiao nodded subconsciously. He didn't have the habit of digging into a dead end. If he couldn't figure it out, he just let it go. He took one step at a time. Now that he had made up his mind, there was nothing to worry about.

The curtains in the audition room were drawn tightly, and there was only a white light overhead. Four figures stood side by side, and the faint smell of cigarettes wafted in the air.

After watching the same handsome men and beautiful women all day, everyone is tired of looking at them.

The screenwriter took a puff of cigarette and cursed, "You actually said that Yu Yue is a person with low self-esteem, and dare not love Zhou Xinyi because he has no money. Damn, what level of literary appreciation?"

"Don't be so old." Director Liu smiled, "I thought so after reading the script."

The screenwriter made a long face and thought to himself, so you are only worthy of making money-laundering dramas like "Godzilla in the Tang Dynasty".

It's seven o'clock in the afternoon, and everyone's spirits are low. They didn't expect that Su Qiao would give them a bright feeling when he came in.

Su Qiao's appearance is very recognizable, and it looks like the original product at first glance. The kind of prosthetic face is incomparable to him.

Director Liu watched the rock climbing video on DouX, and thought it was the effect of adding a beauty filter. Now, when he looks at himself, he looks more real than in the video.

Director Liu raised his jaw and asked with a smile, "Have you read the synopsis?"

Su Qiao nodded, "I've seen it."

Director Liu took a sip of water, "Talk about your understanding of the character Yu Yue."

In "I Really Like You", Yu Yue is a schoolmaster from a poor family with a cold and indifferent personality. Zhou Xinyi, a rich girl, has been secretly in love with Yu Yue since she was a freshman in high school, and pursued her hard for three years. Yu Yue never responded to her enthusiasm until two years ago. Yu Yue was admitted to the same university, and Yu Yuecai gradually revealed his attachment to Zhou Xinyi, but Zhou Xinyi was already moved by his childhood sweetheart, and left Yu Yue alone in the summer of 17 years old.

Su Qiao lowered her head and thought about it for a while, then said calmly, "I think Yu Yue is a very confident person."

Director Liu was stunned for a moment. The screenwriter at the side was dozing off. Hearing Su Qiao's words, he immediately regained his energy. He sat upright on the chair and looked at Su Qiao with the eyes of a bosom friend.

Director Liu coughed, "Not bad, what else?"

While recalling the synopsis of the plot, Su Qiao analyzed, "Yu Yue is a very contradictory character. Because he was born in poverty, he understands the rules of the law of the jungle better than anyone else in this society. My own life has an almost strict plan."

Su Qiao paused, the four of them looked at him in unison, waiting for the next sentence, he continued: "The reason why he rejected Zhou Xinyi was not because he was inferior, but because he refused to enjoy. For him, ease and enjoyment are It is a honeypot that makes people not think about making progress, only hard work is the foundation of life."

Director Liu looked at him with a softer look. Su Qiao could tell that he had read a lot, "Where's Zhou Xinyi?"

The screenwriter hesitated to speak, thinking, did I write Yu Yue so awesome?

Su Qiao pursed her lips hard, feeling uncomfortable, "What Zhou Xinyi brought to Yu Yue is not so much love as 'light', the only light in Yu Yue's long adolescence, he couldn't resist Zhou Xinyi, but he didn't He wanted to deviate from the track of life, so he rejected Zhou Xinyi, but this ray of light will remain in his heart forever."

Director Liu and the screenwriter glanced at each other, smiled at each other, tacit understanding, Director Liu said with a smile: "I see that you majored in art history, but I didn't expect you to have a lot of research on character psychology."

Can Su Qiao not understand the character Yu Yue?

He understands too well.

Director Liu discussed with the other three, looked at Su Qiao, "I'll give you 3 minutes to prepare, let's try a scene."

Su Qiao's audition performance can't be said to be very good, it's quite satisfactory. After all, he is not an actor from a major. This is his first audition. Director Liu decided to discuss with the other three before making a decision.

"What do you think?" Director Liu lit a cigarette.

The screenwriter nodded, "Generally speaking, it's not bad. He has a deep understanding of the character Yu Yue. If you let him act, you should be able to do it."

The producer smiled, "I'll say something different." He glanced at Su Qiao and lowered his voice, "Today is his first audition, he didn't panic at all, he was quite calm."

This sentence woke up Director Liu, and he looked at Su Qiao with great interest.

Facing the flickering lights, the four elders who hold great power and intertwined gazes, Su Qiao was very calm.

It's just like……

He was born to stand under the spotlight and be watched by thousands of people.

A born actor.

Another also said: "I just noticed that when he talked about Yu Yue, his eyes were very emotional and very aura. After several years of training, he will be a good actor."

As an actor, the most important thing is the aura in the eyes, there is something in the eyes, and the acting skills can infect the audience.

But things like aura are something that can’t be met, it’s purely a gift from God.

Director Liu nodded approvingly, picked up a red marker, put an asterisk on Su Qiao's resume, and looked back at Wu Dong's director in charge of the review. As long as he nodded, Yu Yue's actor would be the one in front of him.

Su Qiao walked out of the audition room, and Satellite came up happily with a pack of snacks, "Su Qiao, how are you?"

Su Qiao shrugged, "I will know the result tomorrow."

Satellite took out a Panpan French bun from the snack bag, "You haven't eaten yet, eat a bread mat, and I'll take you to make skewers later."

"Aren't you going to buy food?" Su Qiao looked at the plastic package in his hand, struggling for a second, his stomach was sour, unable to resist his appetite, he turned around and took a bite, it was soft and sweet , the unexpected taste is not bad.

When he was on vacation in France, he ate French bread made by Michelin chefs. He had a hard time biting into it because he thought French bread was hard.

Satellite looked shrewd, "The restaurants nearby are too expensive. I bought some snacks in the supermarket. Anyway, what I eat is not what I eat."

Su Qiao nodded, admiring Weixing's ability to calculate and count carefully, but at the same time feeling that she was in such a miserable situation that she couldn't even afford to eat.

The two went to the underground garage to pick up the car. It was a Mazda SUV. Su Qiao's nanny used to drive this car when she went out to buy groceries, but now it became his exclusive car.

As soon as he sat in the driving seat, Satellite's cell phone rang, and his face turned pale. He got out of the car with the cell phone, and answered the call with a courteous smile.

Su Qiao tilted her head, and the apology from Satellite was in her ears, "I'm sorry, Baby, I'll pick you up right away..."

The head was almost lowered to the center of the earth, and the other party was barely satisfied.

Satellite hung up the phone and looked at Su Qiao in embarrassment, "It's raining outside, my girlfriend asked me to pick her up."

After Su Qiao said that he would take a taxi back, Satellite was relieved and drove away. When the car was far away, Su Qiao found Didi Taxi on his phone, which was downloaded by Satellite yesterday.

Just as he was about to locate his current location, a black Bentley Mulsanne stopped in front of him. The driver in a neat suit got out of the car, stepped forward a few steps, and opened the passenger door, "Mr. Su, please get in the car."

Su Qiao turned her head to the side, and He Zhijin sat in the back row, with a pair of glasses on her straight nose bridge, her jaw tensed, stern and focused, looking at the tablet in her hand.

Su-joo seems to be working all the time when he sees him.

Su Qiao got into the co-pilot quietly, feeling a little apprehensive about the current He Zhijin, how could it be possible that He Zhijin didn't hate him when they broke up like that?

If He Zhijin strangled him as soon as he came up, he wouldn't be afraid at all.

He was afraid that He Zhijin would be calm, so he was still willing to give him a ride. This magnanimous appearance was like a time bomb.

Su Qiao took a few glances at He Zhijin through the rearview mirror, wanting to ask him what happened to the "protagonist", He Zhijin felt his gaze, raised her eyes, her face was expressionless, and she stared at the rearview mirror indifferently.

Su Qiao, like a bad student caught by the teacher, hastily leaned her head on the car window, pretending to be calm.

After the driver asked Su Qiao's address, no one spoke, only the local radio station tirelessly reported the road conditions.

Having not eaten all day, Su Qiao's nose was very sharp, and she smelled the aroma of food. She looked for the smell, and there was a box of delicate bento under the windshield, inside the small grid neatly arranged auspicious circles. , sweet and sour short ribs, and Songjiang calcium fish are all his favorite dishes.

He Zhijin seemed to have smelled it too, "Whose thing?"

The driver smiled dryly, "Secretary Zhou left on the car just now, maybe he bought it for the child."

After speaking, he thought again, how could a thoughtful person like Secretary Zhou make such a low-level mistake?

"I lost it." He Zhijin didn't even lift his head, and his slender fingers were stippling back and forth on the tablet.

Su Qiao stared at the bento for a few seconds, turned her head away with ambition, looked out the window, and silently recited "Don't bow down for five buckets of rice".

He is a person who eats Michelin restaurants, eats a portion, packs a portion back to feed the dog, how can he even lose his face for a bento.

But for a hungry stomach, when he smelled the aroma, his appetite was unstoppable. Su Qiao swallowed her saliva and pressed her lips tightly, restraining her desire for delicious food.

In order to divert her attention, Su Qiao looked at the rearview mirror vaguely. The rimless glasses He Zhijin was wearing did not make people feel refined and refined, but instead looked deeper and sharper, exuding an oppressive atmosphere.

He Zhijin used to love to smile at Su Qiao, when she smiled, she always squinted her eyes, she was very gentle and pretty.

Su Qiao sighed inwardly, reached out and pinched the bridge of her nose.

At this time, after the evening rush hour, the traffic broadcast in the car was switched to a song-demanding program, and the host’s cheerful voice sounded, "Dear listeners, please enjoy a classic old song next—"17-year-old Rainy Season" ""

The sound quality of the audio is delicate and penetrating, soft and pure in the closed interior space of the car.

Su Qiao was startled for a moment, her eyes flickered. This song is a regular song on the high school campus radio.

He still remembers that at that time, he would be dragged by He Zhijin to the English corner to memorize vocabulary every morning. Once, without remembering why, He Zhijin erected his English textbook to block the sight of others, and before Su Qiao could react, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her. him.

Their first intimacy.

At that time, the song "17-year-old Rainy Season" happened to be playing on the radio.

Su Qiao took a deep breath and smiled slightly, "Change the song, this song is too old."

He Zhijin looked away from the tablet and glanced at him. The air conditioner was turned on in the car, and the temperature was originally high, but this glance made Su Qiao feel a little cold.

"Is this song very old?" He Zhijin looked back to the tablet.

The driver didn't notice the weird atmosphere, and said with a smile, "Mr. He, songs are like wine, they get better with age, and old songs sound the most emotional."

After all, don't forget to get close to Su Qiaola, "Mr. Su, what do you think?"

Su Qiao pursed her light-colored lips and agreed, "Yes."

He Zhijin's tone was flat, "There is nothing special about old songs, it's just that the people who listen to the songs have given them a layer of filter. Putting aside the filter, it's just a lackluster work."

Su Qiao was startled, her hands clenched into fists in her pockets, and then slowly loosened, and then she gradually relaxed.

This can be the most difficult 2 minutes of his life.

Finally at the door of the house, the driver got out of the car first, took a pure black umbrella from the trunk, picked up the warm bento on the windshield, handed it to Su Qiao together, and lowered his voice, "Mr. Su, throw away the umbrella!" It's a pity, take it back and eat."

Su Qiao has never accepted alms from others, and he used to give alms to others from above.

"No need." Su Qiao shook her head resolutely, her proud self-esteem took over the high ground.

The uncle driver looked at him, thinking that he was thin-skinned, "Don't worry, Mr. Su, it's very clean and no one has touched it."

Su Qiao pursed her lips hard, unable to resist the temptation of appetite, and looked at the label on the lunch box, RMB 101.

He hesitated for a moment, then took out his mobile phone, "Give me the QR code, and I will transfer the money to you."

"This..." The driver uncle sighed, stretched out his mobile phone, and said earnestly: "Mr. Su, this will be very tiring."

Su Qiao shrugged, even if it is the prince's disease, it must be the prince's disease.

He does not need the pity and charity of others.

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