Six years ago, Qiao Yu was a rich and wealthy daughter who had no hands on spring water, and was indulgent and willful; when Bao Han was a talented man from a poor family wearing a cheap white shirt, he was poor and lonely.Six years later, Qiao Yu was a single mother struggling on the edge of food and clothing, humble and lonely; while Bao Han was a man of the hour, standing on the Forbes list of the world's richest people, with unparalleled dignity.When they met again, his scarlet eyes were pressed against her ears, and he said bitterly: "Qiao Yu, it's thanks to you that I have the cold time I have today."“ She raised her head to hold back tears and smiled fearlessly: ” Mr. Bo should thank me. If it weren't for me, Qiao Yu, Mr. Bo would still be the poor boy with nothing!“Later, Bo Hanshi pushed her into a corner, feeling angry and painful: ”Qiao Yu, how dare you marry and have children with others?%