Gaining A Husband After a Memory Loss - Chapter 17

The live broadcast room was quiet for a moment, then exploded in an instant, and the barrage was densely packed, like a short-circuited black and white TV.

#Yang Yue live room#

#He Jiang object#

#telecom fraud#

The keywords jumped into the hot search one by one like a rocket. Unless the meteorite landed and smashed the national computer room, it would not be able to be pressed at all.

“Who turned on the screen recording to record Yang Cui’s singing, and recorded a big news! It’s me!”

“Don’t sleep with the parachute, your building has collapsed with empty bottles!”

“The owner of the live broadcast room is already opening champagne to celebrate. Don’t pick up the wool of the capitalists. The wool comes from the sheep. It’s either yours or your friend’s.”

“Deduct money for invalid live broadcasts, and no extra money for burst live broadcasts!”

“The owner of the live broadcast room will add money to Yang Zai!”

“It’s broken! I feel bad for the programmer, and I work overtime at three in the morning.”

“Distressed +1”

“@I’m Linlin, big sister don’t fall asleep PR!”

“It’s so cold, why doesn’t anyone care what’s wrong with He Jiang?”

“One thing to say, He Jiang has a nice voice and looks very polite!”

“I’m a fan and I’ve already cried. Three years ago, I felt that he was in love. After all, I have to wait until this day.”

“Wait for @He Jiang Studio to make a fake statement.”

“Maybe it’s just a similar voice, don’t you think it’s different from He Jiang’s usual?”

“Of course it sounds different when you’re sick.”

“Don’t think about it, look at Yang Zi’s reaction, they have been friends for many years, can he still not hear someone pretending to be He Jiang’s voice?”

“The prairie! I really believe the brainwashing bag that the three of them don’t get along with! What kind of touching brotherhood is this!”

“I believe Mr. Cen goes to bed at 9:30. You see He Jiang will not call Cen Feinuo, you know how unreliable Yang Zi is!”

“…”

Yang Yue quickly went down the air and said, “Telecom fraud is becoming more and more sophisticated, and similar voices can be synthesized. Everyone should be careful.”

However, no one believed him, they were all swiping “Then what are you hanging on! Go on!”

“Explain why the scammer has your phone”.

“The promised three-hour live broadcast, is there half an hour?”

“I’m not going to broadcast the part where my favorite phone call was bombed?”

“I want to hear He Jiang scold people at the scene.”

Yang Yue trotted to the garage to drive, and called the people in He Jiang’s studio one by one.

Lin Lin turned on the phone 24 hours a day, and soon received a call. After listening, she was stunned for a moment: “Are you going to pick up He Jiang?”

Yang Yue: “I’m sorry, Sister Lin, I really can’t think of it…”

Lin Lin: “When the time comes, ask him what to do, he plans to make it public anyway.”

This time, it was Yang Yue’s turn to be stunned: “When did he find someone?”

Yang Yue reacted by himself: “Is that his ex-boyfriend?”

Lin Lin: “Did you stay in the recording studio for a day today?”

Yang Yue: “Yes.”

Lin Lin understood, He Jiang asked Yang Cen and Yang Cen to go on a variety show together. The idea was mentioned to both parties today, but Yang Yue doesn’t care about anything when he records the song, and this matter belongs to the kind he will definitely agree to, so he doesn’t need to ask for advice. Yang Yue’s agent didn’t bother him on purpose, only set the timetable with He Jiang and planned to talk about it tomorrow.

Lin Lin: “It’s alright, you help me to the hospital first, and pay attention to the paparazzi.”

When Yang Yue came, Shang Jing twisted a wet towel and put it on He Jiang.

The first time he saw He Jiang’s illness, Shang Jing felt a little strange. After thinking about it, he felt that he couldn’t bear to do it.

Who is still doing it in the face of the patient? normal.

He Jiang suffered from a burning headache. Occasionally, when he opened his eyes, he saw Shang Jing obediently lying beside the bed, guarding him, like a puppy, and he felt that the pain was not so much anymore.

He said, “Go to sleep when Yang Yue comes.”

Shang Jing: “I’m not sleepy.”

He Jiang felt that he was pushing hard, and said, “It’s not that I want to go into the operating room, I don’t need so many people.”

Shang Jing: “…” But he’s really not sleepy.

It took Yang Yue eight minutes to get to the door of the villa, and another ten minutes to send He Jiang to the emergency room.

In another ten minutes, He Jiang was half lying on the hospital bed with hanging water on it.

For Yang Yue, these half-hours seemed to be restless, living like a year. One of the young couple was ill and the other was in a hurry. They didn’t even look at the phone and didn’t know what happened.

The culprit, Yang Yue, checked his mobile phone from time to time to see what was going on online.

At three o’clock in the morning, the Internet was lively and lively. Probably He Jiang’s fans all over the network were woken up, and they could be seen everywhere. “Don’t spread rumors, don’t believe rumors, wait for the official statement”, “Care about He Jiang’s body, don’t care about private life” …

The fanciful fans even got into trouble with Yang Yue’s fans.

Yang Yue’s fans also felt wronged and scolded back in dissatisfaction.

The hot search is messy, for a while “He Jiang is sick”, for a while “Yang Yue hangs up”, for a while “Is Mr. Cen still awake”…

Yang Yue: “…” What a **** entry!

The cool physiological saline flowed into the blood vessels along the needle, He Jiang closed his eyes for a while, the pain in his temples eased, and his mind became clearer.

He glanced at Yang Yue and frowned, “What happened?”

Yang Yue paused for a moment, and handed the phone to He Jiang with both hands: “I dare not say.”

Shang Jing raised his eyebrows, came over with interest, and looked at the phone with He Jiang.

He Jiang: “…”

Business View: “…”

Shang Jing poked He Jiang: “Have you written your essay? Hurry up and send it!”

He Jiang closed her eyes and wanted to go home and tore up her seven-page plan: “I didn’t write it.”

Shang Jing: “Then how are you going to respond?”

He Jiang thought for a while, then stretched out the hand with the needle, and said, “Bring it here.”

Shang Jing thought he was going to the toilet, so he quickly put his hand under He Jiang’s palm, as if serving the empress dowager.

He Jiang folded her fingers, intertwined with Shang Jing’s fingers, pressed it on the quilt of the hospital bed, and took a photo.

He opened Weibo, added the text, and sent it.

【My little scene. 】

Looking at these four words, Shang Jing introduced his identity in a very ordinary way, without any pretentious decoration, let alone an inspiring confession, but his heart seemed to be hit hard by something, and the spring grass sprouted.

The palm held by He Jiang started to get hot, he could not help clenching it tightly, suddenly realizing that He Jiang was hanging the bottle on the back of his hand, and immediately stopped his strength.

He Jiang replied to the fans in the comments that he just had a fever and was discharged from the hospital after hanging water. Thank you for your concern.

Half of the comments asked He Jiang to take good care of herself, while the other half was curious about what the subject looked like.

“The hand is so beautiful, lick it, I also want to be held like this, any one will do, just pick me up and throw it away.”

“I hope my brother doesn’t marry a concubine and live a good life.”

“I hope my brother is a Yangou, who understands this feeling?”

“I know my family too well! Male gods should match male gods.”

Shang Jing glanced at the comment area, and saw at a glance that fans were praying that He Jiang would not be looking for a passer-by to consume the male god’s popularity.

This post has half a million likes.

Business View: “…”

What do these fans have a god’s perspective?

Fortunately, he set the character of a sweet wife in the variety show.

He Jiang put down the phone, looked at the business scene, and said calmly, “Why are you in my room?”

Yang Yue, who was unable to talk after handing over his cell phone, said, “…”

where am I still?

Shang Jing looked at the ceiling of the ward, and then looked at the shoes on the ground, and said, “Well, I came out to pour water, and I heard that you don’t seem to be feeling well.”

He Jiang: “Hear? I don’t seem to make a sound, do I?”

Shang Jing poured a cup of hot water to warm his hands: “Shut up and drink water.”

He Jiang put the water aside with a grim expression: “Be honest, are you playing games?”

Shang Jing sat at the end of the bed, staying far away from He Jiang, and resolutely refused to admit it: “I was kindly sacrificing sleep to take care of you.”

Yang Yue watched as the two quarreled because of the game, and neither of them took the publicity seriously, and suddenly became angry, why was he the only one worrying about it!

He Jiang glanced at Yang Yue, and suddenly said, “Add Shangjing WeChat.”

Yang Yue immediately took out his mobile phone and made a particularly conspicuous note to Shang Jing.

He recalled the operation of Shang Jing calling him, and suddenly thought that Shang Jing probably had all the phone numbers of He Jiang’s friends!

He Jiang was willing to give it, it was true love.

He Jiang borrowed Yang Yue’s mobile phone and clicked a few times.

Yang Yue also downloaded PUBG. On the friend page, a business scene appeared immediately, showing that he was offline four hours ago.

Ironclad evidence.

Just set up a hidden business scene in your game APP: “…just play a game or two, elementary school students are not so strict about preventing addiction.”

He Jiang laughed angrily: “How dare you beware of being addicted—”

He Jiang paused, then turned to look at Yang Yue: “You can find a place to rest.”

Yang Yue: “…”

Fuck, is this how the audience in the live room feels when they see half of the broadcast?

“Okay, you can collect the money.”

When he thought it was a telecom fraud, he made a joke, “Want one hundred thousand or eighty thousand.” It was really inappropriate not to give the water that was poured out when he said it.

When Yang Yue left, He Jiang squeezed Shang Jing’s chin and took a deep breath: “Is it about a game or two? Isn’t it uncomfortable to lose sleep after playing a gunfight?”

What? Is there a psychological factor in his insomnia?

Shang Jing was shocked in his heart, he didn’t dare to show it on his face, and he cooperatively admitted his mistake: “I just have itchy hands.”

He Jiang: “Then you can’t play on mute?”

Shang Jing: “How can Mute listen to footsteps and gunshots nearby? I don’t know how they died.”

He Jiang said, “With your skills—forget it.”

The business scene is automatically supplemented in my mind – with my technology, I can eat chicken without hearing.

That’s why he’s so skilled.

He Jiang asked Lin Lin to keep an eye on the blood and blood on the Internet, and not to post any malicious attacks on Shangjing.

After hanging up the water, he was observed in the hospital for another hour. When it was dawn, he set off for home.

The vehicle drove to the door of the villa, the sun rose from the city horizon, and the sky was full of rays.

Shang Jing was still awake when he got out of the car, but he was sleepy as soon as he entered the house.

He yawned, helped He Jiang to the bed, and lay beside him: “I can’t do it anymore.”

He Jiang looked at the sleeping business scene and glanced at the time, it was half past six in the morning.

Before he knew that Shang Jing would lose sleep because of playing games, Shang Jing never told him.

At that time, it was like this every time. You can only fall asleep when the sun comes out. Do you get up and go to class after not sleeping for a while?

He Jiang turned Shang Jing over, took off his coat, wrapped it in the quilt, and walked to the balcony, intending to urge the psychiatrist.

As soon as his finger was placed on the call button, a word came from the opposite side—

“I’m on the plane, get your little one ready.”

…

Shang Jing slept until twelve o’clock, but was still woken up by the smell of dumplings.

As soon as you smell it, you know it’s your own dumplings.

I don’t know when the dumplings he made became public food, and He Jiang ate a large plate every time.

Shang Jing picked up a dumpling with a heartache in his eyes, every fold was carefully wrapped by him.

Whoops, it’s gone.

Really fragrant.

He Jiang put down his chopsticks and said after deliberation: “About the fact that you will lose sleep when you hear the sound of gunfire, would you like to talk to the psychiatrist about the underlying reasons?”

Shang Jing was stunned with a dumpling in his mouth.

How to talk about amnesia? Is it to make up a childhood shadow?

Shang Jing buried his face in the sea bowl containing dumplings, “I don’t really want to talk.”

He Jiang: “Don’t you like playing games? You can play when you’re cured.”

Shang Jing’s slender fingers clenched the edge of the bowl, worried that his memory loss would be revealed. He Jiang knew more about his past than he did, and it would be risky to talk any more.

Shang Jing said with a guilty conscience: “What can be solved by silence, why spend money to find a doctor? I, I’m full.”

He Jiang frowned at the figure of Shang Jing fleeing, and sent a message to the psychiatrist Jiang Wen: “He is very resistant to treatment.”

Mental illness requires patients to actively seek treatment, and active cooperation is more effective, and it is useless to tie it up.

Jiang Wen replied: “Then let’s guide from a friend’s point of view.”

On the other side, Shang Jing returned to the room and turned on his mobile phone. He wanted to see the evaluation of him on the Internet first, but he saw the news from the three groups first.

– Yang Yue’s fiancee: [Hug] [Hug] [Hug…] [Come on] [Red Packet]

-Cen Fino’s mysterious girlfriend: [Hug][Hug][Hug…][Come on][Red Packet]

Shang Jing raised his eyebrows and happily opened the red envelope.

Yang Yue’s fiancee sent 88, and Cen Fino’s mysterious girlfriend sent 8888.

It’s understandable, because Yang Yue gave him some money last night, and his fiancee is similar to a husband and wife.

At first glance, Cen Fino’s mysterious girlfriend gave it to him alone.

He typed happily: “Thank you for your money, I will definitely invite you for the wedding.”

After a minute.

– Yang Yue’s fiancee: This state is amazing!

-Cen Fino’s Mysterious Girlfriend: High, really high!

Shang Jing was modest, and he didn’t have any clever means.

Business View: Come on! I believe you can too!

– Cen Fino’s mysterious girlfriend: I heard that Mr. Cen is going to be on a variety show. I really hope to be his partner. I don’t need to pay.

Shang Jing guessed that Cen Feinuo’s mysterious girlfriend was also in the circle. After hesitating for a while, the variety show was invested by He Jiang. There are real couples in the variety show, as well as interns. Cen Feinuo’s intern couple has not been decided yet. back door? He thinks this mysterious girlfriend is very good.

He immediately ran to ask He Jiang.

He Jiang: “So eager to be the boss of the studio?”

Shang Jing blushed and became angry: “Can’t you?!”

He Jiang smiled: “Okay, little lady boss.”