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

Su Qiao stood at the stairs, leaning against the wall, and sent a message to the satellite, explaining the truth.

After a while, Satellite ran over quickly, panting, "Let's go back, don't eat this meal!"

Su Qiao frowned, unable to understand, "Isn't he Zhou Ke's father?"

Satellite looked at him up and down to make sure he was fine, so he was relieved, "He is Zhou Ke's benefactor."

"Investor?"

"He took care of Zhou Ke." Satellite looked around and lowered his voice.

Su Qiao had an unbelievable expression on her face, she had never encountered such a thing around her, "Why?"

A whole new world suddenly appeared in front of Su Qiao.

Satellite is very calm, "For money, for resources, for getting ahead."

Su Qiao's brows are tightened, he has seen the matter of raising and raising, it is only limited to the young and dandy friends around him, he has raised some small entertainers, who are brought out like pets from time to time, responsible for serving tea and water for everyone at parties, or singing and dancing to help sex .

The good name is boyfriend and girlfriend.

He didn't pay attention to these people at all before, but the other party would send a few wechat messages to chat about him from time to time, "good morning", "good night", "have you slept yet? I miss you" and other words without nutrition.

Su Qiao thought, now he is no different from these people.

No, at least these people don't owe [-] million in debt.

No matter how many thoughts he had in his head, he forgot all of them when he started filming overnight at night. He tried not to think about these complicated things, and the most important thing at the moment was to do the things in front of him well.

While Director Liu was filming the scene of Shu Yao and Zhou Ke, Su Qiao found a corner and slowly read the lines, looking for the feeling sentence by sentence.

Zhou Ke looked at him from time to time, his eyes were big, but when he glared at him, his eyes were so big that Su Qiao felt ashamed.

No pains, no gains. When Director Liu re-shooted Su Qiao's scene, he did it all at once, without sloppiness. Even the photographers were impressed.

Su Qiao finally grasped the feeling of being an actor. That night, she drank a few cups of black coffee, hung her head on the beam and stabbed her ass, and practiced the next scene repeatedly in front of the mirror. She practiced until four o'clock in the morning before lying on the bed exhausted. .

He vaguely thought that when a person is pushed to a corner, his potential is really unlimited.

A few days later, Satellite called him. Mr. Wen stamped the pineapple company's official seal on the contract signed by Su Qiao and Pineapple Company. Because it was a personal debt with He Zhijin, He Zhijin needed to sign on the last page to take effect.

Su Qiao asked for leave, and now the crew is on the right track, and the filming progress is very fast. Director Liu hurriedly finished filming his film, leaving half the sky for him.

After more than a month, Su Qiao came to the former Su's Building again.

When he got on the elevator, two young girls came in, holding milk tea in their hands, talking about something.

"That person came to look for Mr. He again today, why is this person so blind?"

"Whimsical."

"He is also quite pitiful. He brings us snacks every time he comes, but who dares to eat it?"

"This kind of person, you don't know..."

The voice gradually became quieter, and Su Qiao listened to half of the gossip, but disappeared, so she could only think about it by herself.

The beautiful administrative secretary led Su Qiao to the living room, where there was a person Su Qiao had met once.

Cheng Huai carefully held a black thermos with both hands, and sat quietly on the sofa in the living room with his head down.

It was too far away last time, time was in a hurry, Su Qiao didn't see what this "protagonist" looked like, now take a closer look...

Indeed there is capital.

A non-aggressive face with white skin, single eyelids, and a brown mole under the eyelids, with an indescribably warm smell.

Su Qiao stared at him too clearly, Cheng Huai raised his head and smiled at him, "You know me?"

"Well, I've seen your play." Su Qiao nodded and lied casually.

Cheng Huai became enthusiastic and his eyes lit up, "Do you like that play?"

Su Qiao pinched her nose, hummed, and felt guilty, if he hadn't suddenly appeared in the hotel that day, maybe Cheng Huai...

"Are you also here to see Mr. He?" Cheng Huai asked softly.

Su Qiao had a vague feeling of being raped, and quickly clarified, "I'm here to ask He Zhijin to sign, there is nothing else."

Cheng Huai imitated Su Qiao's way of speaking and joked, "I'm here to deliver meals to Mr. He, thank him for his help, and nothing else."

Su Qiao smiled, Cheng Huai was quite interesting, and pointed to the thermos in Cheng Huai's hand, "What did you bring?"

Holding the thermos, Cheng Huai walked up to Su Qiao, opened the lid, and inside were soft, glutinous peanut and red bean balls, steaming hot, "I made the porridge this morning, I think Mr. He has been busy all day I want to drink something to warm my stomach."

"You really have a heart." Su Qiao praised sincerely.

Cheng Huai had a smile in his eyes, "I'm just learning how to do it, and I'm not very proficient yet."

Su Qiao thought, it is completely understandable that He Zhijin doesn't like him. In the past, He Zhijin cooked for him, put it in a thermos and brought it to school for him to eat. It was too sweet, but the soup was too hot. In the end, He Zhijin had to try to coax him to eat obediently.

Cheng Huai sat on the sofa next to him, carefully covered the thermos, and sighed, "Mr. He has been very busy, and I haven't had a chance to give him the porridge yet."

Su Qiao looked at the top of his head and felt very pitiful. He Zhijin didn't like sweet food at all, "Don't send porridge next time, try crucian carp soup, but don't put chopped green onion."

Cheng Huai looked at him in astonishment, and nodded slowly.

Cheng Huai carefully held the thermos, placed it gently on the pure black solid wood desk, and said softly, "Mr. He, thank you for helping me that day."

He Zhijin's slender fingers typed on the laptop keyboard, processing work emails, the faint blue light of the screen was reflected on the stern profile, and there was an undisguised indifference in his eyes, "It's easy to do."

"I should thank you." Cheng Huai did not expect He Zhijin to be willing to see him. After half a month, he was finally able to meet the man who saved him.

He Zhijin raised his head from the screen and glanced at him, "I won't come here anymore."

"I..." Cheng Huai pursed his lips, opened the lid of the thermos, "Mr. He, eat something and rest first."

He Zhijin smelled the sweet smell, frowned without any trace, "Take it away."

Cheng Huai's hand holding the spoon stopped in the air in embarrassment, and said softly, "I've been here for a long time."

He Zhijin's eyes stopped on the email on the screen, without much expression.

Cheng Huai understood that this meant rejection, so he took a deep breath and closed the lid of the thermos bucket, "Okay, I'll bring crucian carp soup tomorrow instead of chopped green onion, right?"

He Zhijin paused, raised his jaw, narrowed the corners of his eyes, and raised the corners of his mouth, "Who told you?"

"Mr. Su in the living room."

If Cheng Huai and He Zhijin are familiar, they will understand that when He Zhijin smiles like this, it means someone is about to suffer.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and the lights had just come on, and the gorgeous neon shrouded the city.

Su Qiao still didn't know that he was "sold". He faced the transparent glass window, showed a polite smile, turned around and strode into the office.

The huge office was brightly lit, and He Zhijin sat behind a black solid wood desk, rarely seeing work.

A faint sweet smell lingered in the air, and He Zhijin clung to the porcelain-white spoon, and drank half of a small bowl of warm peanut and red bean balls.

Su Qiao froze for a moment, then sat silently on the sofa, tilted her head slightly, and waited wisely for He Zhijin to finish her meal.

He Zhijin eats cleanly and elegantly, holding the handle of the spoon elegantly with her white fingers, as if what she is eating is not a bowl of porridge, but foie gras and matsutake from a Michelin restaurant.

Su Qiao put her elbows lazily on the armrest of the sofa, propped her chin, and just looked at him straight.

Waiting for He Zhijin, he has done it many times.

When we were in a relationship, we wanted to be together every day, but Su Qiao had a boyfriend who was poor and tinkling, and went to work to subsidize the family on weekends. Su Qiao was tired from playing with friends, and would go to the supermarket where He Zhijin worked and waited for work. He was bored while waiting, so He Zhijin would buy ice cream, chocolates, and candies to feed him from time to time.

Such a day seems to be just yesterday, but Su Qiao knows that now He Zhijin is no longer the boy who saves money to buy him delicious food even if he is poor and eats white steamed buns.

Su Qiao couldn't help but feel a little lost.

He Zhijin slowly put down the spoon, took out a delicate wet towel, and wiped the corners of his mouth slowly.

Su Qiao stood up, put the document on the table, glanced at the bottom of the clean bowl, and pursed her lips, "Mr. He, please sign."

He Zhijin put on his glasses and looked at the contract unhurriedly, page by page, patiently, until the last page, picked up a golden pen, and signed his name neatly.

The handwriting is random, but strong and powerful, and the strokes are connected directly and smoothly.

Su Qiao thought, he must have written the name He Zhijin many times to be so proficient.

"Please Mr. He." Su Qiao bent down and picked up the documents on the table. When she got up, He Zhijin suddenly grabbed his shoulder with her hand, and pulled his collar down with the other hand.

Five obvious bruised and purple finger marks on the slender and fair neck looked like they had been there for some time.

"What's wrong?" He Zhijin's voice was tense, trying to restrain the rhythm of breathing.

Su Qiao almost forgot about the high collar she wore on the set, and coughed, "I pinched it accidentally."

He loves face, it would be too embarrassing to say it.

He Zhijin didn't speak, the muscles in his arms tightened, and Su Qiao's shoulders were sore with the hands on Su Qiao's shoulders. After a few seconds, he slowly let go, his brows didn't move, and the corners of his mouth curled into a very shallow arc, "Hands Very strong."

Su Qiao stood up straight and rubbed her sore shoulder, "Mr. He's hands are also quite strong."

He Zhijin raised his eyebrows, "It's worse than you."

Su Qiao smiled mischievously, sorted out the contract, put it in a file bag, said goodbye politely, turned and walked out of the office.

He Zhijin stared at his back, regained his composure in an instant, and made a random call.

The voice is flat, flat to the point of cruelty.

The author has something to say: to be on the list, thirty red envelopes will be given out in this chapter!

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Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of blue bird;