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

The host of Pipapipa handed over the microphone and smiled, "Zhou Ke, the netizens in the live broadcast room said that you are more mellow compared to the show. Is it because the food in Rongcheng is so delicious?"

Zhou Ke opened his innocent eyes wide, "Isn't it? Filming has been too hard recently, and it's a little swollen."

The host laughed dryly, then looked at the indifferent Su Qiao, who was about to ask a question.

Su Qiao said lightly: "He has always been like this."

Zhou Ke: "..."

In the Pipapipa barrage, there are a large string of hahahaha, colorful and filling the screen.

[Face slap on the spot, me and my green tea colleagues series, so funny hahahaha]

[The relationship between the crew is very delicate, Shu Yao is about to rely on Su Qiao, this physical intimacy is not like siblings. ]

[Didn't you see that Su Qiao has been moving to the right, almost sitting on the ground, it's too miserable. ]

[The burning knife in the world is wild, spicy and exciting, I have eaten this Amway. ]

[Zhou Ke's words are too pretentious, passers-by will feel sick, and can't learn to speak well. ]

[My Qiao Qiao Zai Zai is so cute, salty and spicy, Ma Ma loves you~]

Su Qiao didn't get angry with Zhou Ke. It's not like he hasn't seen a person like Zhou Ke. He is a child who hasn't grown up yet, thinking that the world revolves around him.

He will not be angry for this kind of person.

After the interview with Pipapipa, Su Qiao posted on Weibo. When he was studying abroad, this account would share some life from time to time. It has not been updated for several months now. The last one was stopped half a year ago. In the photo, he is lying on Saipan On the beach, wearing delicate sunglasses, slightly sunburned cheeks, holding a bottle of pink cocktail, lazily looking at the photographer who took pictures of him.

Su Qiao can't drink wine, but the photographer specially picked a bottle of wine for Su Qiao to pose for the photo in order to balance the color of the picture.

The accompanying text is accompanied by a paragraph of literary words written by Su Qiao, such as summer, longing, etc., and the sentences are full of praise and praise from friends, as if he is the appointed winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature.

At that time, everything he said was right.

Su Qiao took a deep breath and changed the original Weibo ID—Keith Su to [actor Su Qiao].

Say goodbye to your old self.

When he had nothing, it was the most sober moment in his life.

After Su Qiao posted on Weibo, the number of fans jumped to 40 overnight, and she climbed to the fifth most searched Weibo, and the first most searched item was #他已经是这个#".

The public opinion was in full swing, Zhou Ke's fans' fighting power was rising, and he edited a long picture, counting the loopholes in Su Qiao's language, such as low EQ, lack of quality, and experience in the world, trying to crush Su Qiao's new fans in public opinion.

Su Qiao glanced at it for a while, and put it behind him. His psychological endurance has been greatly improved during this period, which is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

On New Year's Day, Su Qiao took time to go home.

Su's father and Su's mother are making dumplings at home. The two of them have never been in the kitchen for most of their lives, and they follow the instructions in the video step by step.

After Su Qiao washed her hands, she went into the kitchen to beat her hands.

This house was assigned by Father Su's unit 20 years ago. At that time, he went out from here and made some earth-shattering careers. Unexpectedly, he returned to this place after going around for 20 years.

Mother Su rolled out the dumpling wrapper, touched Su Qiao with her elbow, and whispered, "Little Qiao, stay at home for a few more days. Your father won't let me call you. In fact, he misses you every day."

Su Qiao nodded, and when she turned her head, Su Lihua was standing by the stove, wearing a pair of presbyopic glasses, the lenses were filled with water vapor, he took off the glasses and wiped the mist with his sleeves, his temples were already grey.

Su Qiao's nose suddenly became sore, she condensed the tears in her eyes, and hugged Su's mother's neck from behind, "Mom, I want to eat squirrel yellow croaker tomorrow."

"Did you see the yellow croaker in the refrigerator?" Father Su glared at him, then smiled silently.

Mother Su gently pinched his face, "The nose is so sharp, I just learned it yesterday."

"Then I'll try the dishes for you, lest you poison Lao Su to death." Su Qiao rubbed Su's mother's hand coquettishly.

That night, after a snowfall, Su Qiao put on her clothes and went downstairs quietly after Su's father and Su's mother fell asleep.

He rode a bicycle through the outdated blocks of the old city like the wind, and the bicycle was parked at the gate of the villa area.

Su Qiao tightened the zipper of the down jacket, touched her cold and unconscious ears, jumped on the spot a few times, moved her stiff hands and feet, and planned to climb over the wall and enter the house to find her childhood toys.

The windows gave off a milky halo, and the black silk curtains were half drawn, making it look gloomy, dark and mysterious from the outside.

The house has already been auctioned off?

Su Qiao thought he could hang it up for a few more months, so he stared at the light on the window for a few seconds, suppressed his tears, hummed an unknown song in a hoarse voice, patted the snowflakes on his body, and stepped on it. Turning around with light steps.

"pat"

The sound of the door opening is like a spark in the silent night.

The opposite door opened.

Su Qiao remembered that there used to be a British family who lived here, who were doing scientific research. They returned to China a few years ago, and the house here has always been empty.

A slender and tall figure came out of the courtyard.

He Zhijin was wearing a shirt and trousers with two buttons unbuttoned, and a dark black woolen coat hanging on his arms, as if he was about to go out.

"..."

"..."

He Zhijin lowered his jaw slightly, and swept the snowflakes that had condensed on the ends of his hair. His wet forehead turned into icy scum, the tip of his nose was red under the hazy yellow street lamp, and his eyes tightened, "What are you doing here?"

"I can't sleep, so I went out for a stroll." Su Qiao shrugged, with a relaxed face, glanced through the window, and asked lightly, "You bought this house?"

He has already imagined a scene of "reckless and brave, three thousand more than one can swallow the Soviet Union". He Zhijin wants to live here, and every day he thinks of the despair of waiting at his door for three days, and he has to grit his teeth in hatred.

He Zhijin didn't answer the question, turned around and entered the room, walked a few steps, turned around, raised his jaw slightly, "Come in."

Su Qiao hesitated for a second, put her hands in her pockets, and walked in leisurely with a false appearance.

The decoration of the house is simple and elegant. There are painted oil paintings on the walls, black, white and blue color schemes can be seen everywhere, and there is a beautiful antique piano at the door.

There are no traces of life, and it seems that it has not been lived in after the decoration.

Su Qiao plucked the piano with her fingers, bringing up a series of melodious notes, "The decoration is good."

He Zhijin handed him a gray towel, "Wipe your hair."

Su Qiao sat on the sofa and brushed her hair casually. The tips of her hair were stained with snow, and the curls were deeper. She looked messy and lazy, "I never thought Mr. He bought this house."

He Zhijin took a cup of warm water and put it in front of Su Qiao, Shi Shiran sat on the sofa opposite, "The location is good."

Holding the warm cup, Su Qiao took a sip of water with suspicion, "The trees in the yard need to be pruned every summer, otherwise there will be mosquitoes everywhere on the second floor."

He Zhijin turned his face sideways and stared at him with dark eyes.

Su Qiao smiled subconsciously, "Didn't Mr. He want to go out just now?"

"It's nothing important." He Zhijin withdrew his gaze and asked in a flat voice, "What's wrong?"

Su Qiao's throat choked, she picked up the water and took another sip, suppressing the soreness in her throat, "What kind of people live in my house now?"

He Zhijin narrowed his eyes, calmly said, "I haven't seen it before."

Feeling lost in her heart, Su Qiao put down the glass, "Thank you Mr. He for your hospitality."

He Zhijin picked up the coat hanging on the wall, glanced at his watch casually, "It's one o'clock, stay here tonight."

Su Qiao was stunned for a moment, living in her ex-boyfriend's house, it sounds strange.

"I'll go out for a while." The black coat outlines He Zhijin's tall and strong figure, which looks thin and capable in the white snowy night.

After he finished speaking, he walked mercilessly with the hem of his clothes fluttering.

Su Qiao looked at the locked door, wrinkled her nose, didn't wait for him to finish her sentence?I'm really used to being a boss, and I can say the same about everything.

The commercial Lincoln stopped at the gate of the villa area, and the driver with white gloves opened the rear door.

He Zhijin leaned over and sat in. Secretary Zhou held the laptop and turned around from the front row, "Mr. He, half an hour after the flight appointment, we are expected to arrive in the UK at [-]:[-] noon. I have prepared the materials for the meeting. Do you want to see it now?"

He Zhijin glanced at her, "Today's schedule is full?"

Secretary Zhou froze for a moment, then said after consideration: "Mr. He, from three o'clock to two o'clock noon, we have a total of six online conferences, from two thirty to three o'clock, Mr. Thomas made an appointment for lunch, From [-]:[-] to [-]:[-], I made an afternoon tea with Congressman Davis to discuss cooperation matters, and from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-], I made an appointment for Mr. Clark of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to have dinner."

He Zhijin frowned slightly, "Push it off to the day after tomorrow, and free up three hours from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] am tomorrow."

Secretary Zhou nodded, "Okay." After finishing speaking, he couldn't help but look at **oss one more time, wishing that the person who had filled all 24 hours would actually want to rest?

When He Zhijin returned home, there was an extra ball on the pure white fabric double sofa. Su Qiao had slender hands and feet, with one long leg half bent, resting on the edge of the sofa, with her arm resting on her cheek.

In the hazy floor lamp, Su Qiao's eyelashes trembled with her breathing, casting small shadows on her eyelids, her pretty outline was dyed a layer of light yellow, her lips were moist and slightly curled up, and she slept soundly.

He Zhijin stared at him for half a minute, picked up the remote control of the air conditioner on the table, and adjusted the temperature to the highest.

He turned off the light in the living room, covered his shoulders with the night, and sat quietly on the sofa, looking at the sleeping Su Qiao, his dark eyes were deep and quiet, almost endless.

This time it's you throwing yourself into the trap.

he thinks.

The author has something to say: it’s even later when you go out to play, let’s send 30 red envelopes to everyone!

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Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of deep malice from the world; 6 bottles of meow sauce that only drinks fish soup; 1 bottle of chocolate biscuits;