Gaining A Husband After a Memory Loss - Chapter 25

Yang Yue: “Hahaha…Well, a little baby can improve the stability of heterosexual marriages, and it can also make **** people realize the preciousness of the two-person world. Hahahaha indirectly improves happiness…”

Shang Jing returned to He Jiang like a walking corpse and put his head on his back.

Why, he doesn’t understand.

He Jiang’s back trembled slightly, apparently because he was holding back his laughter.

What are you laughing at, how can you laugh at him with other people.

Shang Jing asked in a low voice, “Did you really remind me just now?”

He Jiang: “Yes.”

Shang Jing pursed his lips, and blamed He Jiang for not reminding him enough: “Are you really an investor in the show team? Why does the director always bully you and me?”

He Jiang farms the land, he brings the baby, what kind of sweet life in the 1980s is this?

Shouldn’t it be played by Mr. Cen, who specializes in period dramas?

He Jiang was silent, who made her boyfriend feel bad.

After a while, Yang Yue pushed a stroller, and inside it was sleeping a little baby carved in pink and jade, wearing a Tang suit vest and a tiger-headed hat.

“His nickname is Nannan, and he is almost one year old. He is not afraid of life. He likes being hugged. Anyone can be hugged. He just fell asleep after drinking milk. The time limit for bringing the baby is four hours.”

Shang Jing squatted beside the stroller, turned off the microphone, and said softly, “Can he sleep for four hours?”

Yang Yue: “I don’t have this record during the day, but it can be done at night.”

Shang Jing: “Then our group will bring the baby, what about the other groups?”

Yang Yue: “You are the one who brought the baby. He Jiang will go with the other groups to visit the ancient wedding culture and folklore museum.”

Shang Jing’s eyes widened, why is it still widowed parenting?

He Jiang simply said, “I’m not going.”

Yang Yue confirmed: “After the visit, there will be a quick question and answer session about wedding knowledge. If you don’t go, the last one will be deducted points.”

He Jiang: “After this session, the live broadcast will connect with me, and that’s it.”

Director: Would you like to be the director?

Shang Jing curled the corners of his mouth slightly, looked at the little baby, and thought to himself, your temporary father is still quite conscientious.

He took the stroller from Yang Yue. At this moment, Nan Nan in the stroller woke up, rolled around and sat up, his chubby little hands grabbed the edge of the car, turned his head and stared at Shang Jing curiously. Look.

The two looked at each other for three seconds, Nannan touched the side, grabbed his bottle, and shook it vigorously towards Shang Jing.

Empty, no milk.

Shang Jing: “…” Did you just fall asleep after drinking the milk?

Just drinking milk is fake, just falling asleep is fake.

The child’s mother was watching the live broadcast in a certain room, and a somewhat embarrassed voice came from Shang Jing’s headset: “Nannan can eat better…”

Program team: “Milk powder diapers or something, dads prepare it yourself.”

Nannan threw away the empty bottle and reached out to Shang Jing: “Hold!”

Shang Jing was a little nervous and grabbed He Jiang’s sleeve: “You, you help me watch for a while.”

He ran to the hotel room like a gust of wind, went to the bathroom to quickly remove his makeup, and changed into a soft, buttonless sweater.

Although the business scene has good skin and beautiful facial features, the variety show filter is very large, and it is not appropriate to apply makeup. During the broadcast, the facial features are easily blurred by the filter, but it is not as good as some heavy makeup.

Just a little light makeup and it’s easy to remove.

Shang Jing was in a good mood when he was afraid that the cosmetics would rub against the child and walked out refreshingly.

He Jiang stared at his reddened face, with moist black eyes, and couldn’t help pinching it.

Shang Jing: “Why are you pinching me?”

He Jiang said lightly: “The child’s face is too cute, it’s a pity I can’t pinch it.”

Shang Jing: “Am I still a meal replacement?”

He Jiang said sternly: “Of course you are the only dinner.”

Shang Jing’s cheeks were inexplicably hot, and he pushed He Jiang: “Go buy milk powder and diapers.”

According to the guidance of his mother in the headset, Shang Jing took Nannan out of the stroller, and then…then he couldn’t put it down again.

Small things can eat and winter clothes, the weight is not light at all, and they like to be carried around by people.

Shang Jing tried to put him on the wedding bed, and within three seconds, he saw his big watery eyes.

“When the milk powder arrives for him to drink, he will be honest. Now you can let him cry, it’s alright.”

Although his mother said that he would let it go, but Shang Jing had never raised a baby, and the cry of a child was a big deal for him.

Moreover, this little brat will laugh when he is hugged, and will call his brother.

Shang Jing walked around holding the child softly until his hands were sore, he couldn’t help but took out his mobile phone and called He Jiang: “Why haven’t you come back yet?”

He Jiang: “Sorry, it’s a bit of a traffic jam… I can’t find the milk powder he drinks… I see it, come back right away, and hold on.”

When He Jiang came back, in the lobby of the hotel, he saw Shang Jing taking the child to learn to walk. The period of time when the child was learning to walk was very tiring, and the adults had to bend over to help them all the time.

Seeing He Jiang, Shang Jing was the same as seeing the savior: “Go and change clothes, come and hug him.”

Three minutes later, He Jiang changed into a set of casual clothes, carefully picked up the child, then hugged the child with one hand, and rubbed Shang Jing’s waist with one free hand: “Tired?”

In the arms of the tall and majestic He Jiang, the one-year-old child was suddenly not enough to look at, as if he could easily hold him with one hand for a day.

Shang Jing: “Why are you so skilled?”

He Jiang: “I hugged my cousin’s child, that’s a riot… Let’s not talk about it, unpack the milk powder.”

According to Shangjing’s instructions, how many spoons of milk powder are soaked in a bottle of water is so precise that it seems to be doing a measurement experiment.

Shang Jing, who successfully gave milk to the child and held the child for dozens of minutes, was so hungry that his chest was on his back: “I want to cook dumplings, do you want to eat them?”

He Jiang: “Eat.”

Shang Jing took out two catties of dumplings from the refrigerator. In order to avoid bringing the baby, he had a whim and wanted to make fried dumplings.

He went to the Internet and searched for a simple tutorial. First, heat the oil, and then arrange the dumplings. When the dumplings are fried to a sizzling sound, he pours water into half of the dumplings. After the water is dried, the fried dumplings are crispy and crispy.

After a few minutes, the water dried and the dumplings were burnt.

Shang Jing took the spatula and shoveled it hard, but he didn’t move the dumplings. The dumpling skin was broken and the filling was exposed.

“The skin is delicious, the stuffing is the essence.”

Shang Jing took out the plate, used chopsticks to take out the whole meat fillings, and took a plate.

Really fragrant.

Then he honestly boiled the dumplings.

His culinary talents are all on the word “boiled”, Shang Jing is convinced.

A plate of dumplings and a plate of minced meat were served. He Jiang wisely didn’t ask where the dumpling skins were. He sat on his lap and picked up his chopsticks to start eating.

The index finger suddenly became wet, He Jiang looked down, and the little baby stared straight at the dumplings on the table, the saliva from the corner of his mouth dripped on his hand.

Shang Jing’s eyes suddenly turned: “Look, children under one year old can speak better than you!”

He Jiang: “…can speak better than me?”

Shang Jing: “Well, he is saying that the dumplings I make are delicious. Unlike some people, they only take out the trash can.”

He Jiang had to crack down on Shang Jing’s confidence in his cooking skills: “I said that you played game dishes and you were lucky, so I didn’t lie to you, right? Why can’t you believe that the foie gras last time was really bad?”

Shang Jing pointed to the minced meat on the table: “Because it’s boiled! If you say my fried foie gras is unpalatable, I’ll admit it.”

He Jiang: “I really should have eaten all of your game videos last time.”

After learning from the “Mastering Handbook”, Shang Jing is very good at turning over old accounts: “You said I played games for dinner? Do you still save the video of my last place in your mobile phone as a joke? You just watched me on purpose last time. Is it a joke?”

While the adults were talking, Xiao Nannan quietly stretched out her chubby little hand and grabbed a dumpling, and couldn’t wait to put it in her mouth to taste.

He Jiang quickly grabbed his hand and confiscated the dumplings: “Can he eat this stuff?”

“I don’t know, I’ll ask.” Shang Jing added the child’s mother on WeChat, and asked after a while, “I can eat, but I have to watch him and let him sip.”

“Okay.” He Jiang returned the dumplings to him, stretched out his feet and hooked over the toddler’s dining table bought today, put the child in, and watched the child eat.

Shang Jing looked at the table and the pile of things in the corner and asked, “How much did you spend today?”

He Jiang: “More than two thousand.”

Shang Jing sighed: “Raising children is really expensive.”

With his luck, he was a boy who lost money in his last life. Fortunately, he and He Jiang didn’t have to have children.

“Our child is about to turn one year old, and Uncle Cen next door is not allowed to pay the first birthday gift?” He Jiang said calmly, “More than two thousand will be credited to him.”

Shang Jing’s eyes lit up: “It’s okay! You are so smart!”

He remembered the more than 8,000 coins of Cen Fino’s mysterious girlfriend. This young couple is really good.

Of course, Zhuang Jin is also good.

He Jiang happily accepted Shang Jing’s compliment while wiping the child’s mouth and hands.

Shang Jing worked hard to make dumplings on the side, and taught himself the way of bringing the baby without a teacher – one person is full first, and the other person takes the child, and then changes when he is full.

Shang Jing ate ten dumplings, the baby ate one, and both of them ate it, it was He Jiang’s turn.

“Brother! Hug!”

Shang Jing thought to himself, sure enough, he wanted to hug again when he was full, and was planning to go over and pick up the child.

“Wait.” He Jiang asked, “Are your hands sore when you hold the child?”

The businessman nodded: “He’s so fat.”

A smile flashed in He Jiang’s eyes, and he hid it well so that Shang Jing didn’t see it, “I bought you an auxiliary tool.”

Shang Jing: “What?”

He Jiang stood up, went to the big bag in the corner and dug out a waist stool. The material was light and could be tied to the waist, allowing the baby to stand or sit on it, and the waist would work to reduce the burden on the arms.

He Jiang took it out and put it on for Shang Jing.

A thin waist was tightened by the straps, and the waist stool was tied like a new fashion luxury by him. He Jiang’s eyes sank, and he helped Shang Jing to fix it carefully, and then held the child to him to try.

“Was it a little easier?”

The business spot nodded: “It seems there is.”

“Then you hold it first, and I will eat it as soon as possible.”

Shang Jing walked around the bed twice with the child in his arms, and suddenly felt that something was wrong: “Since you bought it, why didn’t you just take it out and use it yourself?”

He Jiang: “I’m too strong to use it.”

“I’m also very strong, and I still have the strength to wait for you to finish eating in a few minutes.” Shang Jing frowned slightly, and he suddenly saw the picture of the twins hanging on the wall from the corner of his eye, and suddenly felt like he had been hit by a serial number since 8888.

In the four hours of bringing the baby, before He Jiang left, he didn’t know that this little brat had always wanted someone to hug him. He clearly bought this on purpose to make fun of himself.

Do you think he is so virtuous? Can it bring out the demeanor of the head of his family?

Shang Jing suddenly became enlightened, and his route seems to have gone astray recently, and he doesn’t look like a shrewd person.

Originally, there were only laundry and cooking part-time jobs in the diary. Under his one-stop operation, he also added the item of bringing a baby, which made him more and more licking the dog.

If he doesn’t do it, he won’t do it, otherwise He Jiang thinks he is easy to bully.

Shang Jing frowned and thought about it for a while, then turned his eyes, um, there is.

“Don’t get tired of eating dumplings every day?”

He Jiang said sincerely: “The dumplings you made are the best I’ve ever eaten.”

Shang Jing was proud for a moment, and now it’s too late to flatter.

“I miss the pickled fish made by Mr. Cen. It’s delicious. Mr. Cen can do anything.”

He Jiang is dipping a dumpling in vinegar between his chopsticks: “…”

Good, sour enough.

Shang Jing further stimulated him: “Why is Mr. Cen’s partner so lucky, and your partner is so unlucky. Is Mr. Cen born with the aura of a male protagonist?”

He Jiang seemed to dislike comparing with Cen Fino very much.

It was easy for Shang Jing to understand the reason: Cen Fino and He Jiang must have known each other since childhood. He Jiang looked like a scumbag, and Cen Fino was someone else’s child since he was a child, so He Jiang hated being used to talk to Cen. Fino comparison.

He Jiang’s face darkened, and the dumplings in his hands were no longer fragrant.

Shang Jing finished the last sentence: “Next time there is a variety show like this, I will be in a group with Teacher Cen.”

He Jiang’s forehead jumped with blue veins. He didn’t know if Shang Jing was deliberately provoking things, but he did succeed in provoking his anger.

next time?

This variety show? What variety show?

Marriage variety show?

Still want to go with Zen Fino?

Think shit.

He put down the dumplings and stood up with a dark face.

Shang Jing took a step back while holding the child vigilantly. He suddenly regretted it. There was a child. What if He Jiang couldn’t help hitting him and accidentally injured the child?

Shang Jing swallowed: “You, calm down.”

He Jiang strode forward, protecting the child with one hand, grabbing Shang Jing’s waist with the other, bowing his head resolutely and taking a bite at the corner of his lips.

Dumplings should not be dipped in vinegar, but in peanut sauce.

Strictly speaking, this is not a face-to-mouth kiss.

But it was enough to cause shock waves in Shang Jing’s blank life of more than 20 years. If He Jiang hadn’t hugged his waist and child, Shang Jing felt that his knees would be weak and he would kneel.

Crimson climbed up his cheeks, starting from the corners of his mouth, as if there was a burning warmth that spread at the speed of light, making his heart beat to the point of panic.

The little baby looked at Shang Jing, then at He Jiang, and followed suit, hugged Shang Jing’s neck, and wanted to kiss Shang Jing’s cheek on the other side.

He Jiang blocked his chubby face and shot jealousy indiscriminately: “My wife, you can’t kiss.”

The little baby who was blocked was not angry, but thought He Jiang was playing some game with him, biting his fingers and giggling.

Eat a lot and laugh loudly.

Shang Jing’s cheeks burned redder.

Originally, I thought that only He Jiang was present, and it would be okay to wait for the heat on the face to decrease. Anyway, it was not that they had never kissed, and even more extreme, they must have done it.

He is a mature man, he should learn to face kissing calmly.

But… he was actually laughed at by children!

Although he knew that Xiao Nannan wasn’t laughing at him, Shang Jing was ashamed and could not wait to dig a hole in the ground to get in.

He handed the child to He Jiang: “Eat, you’re full, right? Bring it yourself.”

He hurriedly untied the waist stool, threw it on the bed, opened the door and ran: “I’ll go see if the other group is back.”

He Jiang hugged the child for a moment, pursed her lips, and it wasn’t superficially easy.

After all… including this time, he only kissed Shang Jing twice.

The last time he broke up, he flew to the other side of the ocean in a hurry, and was splashed with cold water. Thinking that he couldn’t lose the money for the plane ticket, he kissed him wantonly according to the business situation before leaving.

That was his first kiss with Shang Jing.

He Jiang gave the little baby a rattle to play with, and he understood in his heart.

Sometimes anger is the primary productive force, and a normal gentleman can only drink the northwest wind, and he will not be able to kiss his wife in eight lifetimes.

Shang Jing’s face flushed red and ran to the rooftop to calm down, and met another friend who was red-faced.

Business View: ? ?

Zhuang Qin: “…”

The two squatted on the roof to meet each other, Shang Jing: “Why is your face so red?”

Zhuang Qin stammered: “Mr. Cen is taking a bath, I accidentally—”

Shang Jing automatically filled up the words behind Zhuang Qin, and was surprised, didn’t he just see Teacher Cen without clothes? It’s all men, what’s that?

He looked at Zhuang Qin, and suddenly his heart tightened. He looked around quickly, just the two of them, and said in a low voice, “You don’t like Cen Fino, do you?”

I don’t like it, Cen Fino has a mysterious girlfriend.

Zhuang Qin didn’t admit it at first, but after a pause, he grabbed the railing with his fingers for a while, “I like it a little bit, not particularly.”

Shang Jing inhaled slightly, it seemed that he liked it a little bit, he had to persuade Zhuang Qin to rein in his horse.

Zhuang Qin said: “I’ll tell you, I don’t know who to tell me for so many years. Anyway, that’s it, I didn’t think about anything else. Teacher Cen is an artist and doesn’t like idols like me.”

Shang Jing didn’t know why he was so trusted by Zhuang Qin, and was a little moved, but…

“You may be sad when you hear about this next thing, but as your friend, I have to tell you. Cen Fino… he has a long-term girlfriend in private.”

Brother, we don’t even match the gender, forget it.

Shang Jing is He Jiang’s wife, and He Jiang is Cen Fino’s good brother wearing a pair of trousers. What he said must be true.

Zhuang Qin looked at him blankly, a tear suddenly rolled out of his eyes, he raised his hand and wiped it: “I see, after the variety show is over, I won’t work with Teacher Cen again.”

Shang Jing took out a tissue from his pocket and quickly wiped his tears, “Don’t cry, there is no herb in the world, and there is no shortage of handsome guys in the entertainment industry.”

Zhuang Qin tried his best to endure his depression, and said in a relaxed tone, “How can there be so many handsome guys, handsome guys are not single anymore.”

Shang Jing: “There will be. You see He Jiang is so handsome. He won’t become single after a while.”

Zhuang Qin thought he was joking, sniffed, and pressed his emotions back into his chest.

“Thank you for reminding me that you didn’t make me stupid.”

In fact, Shang Jing felt a little guilty. He always felt that he made Zhuang Qin cry. He patted him on the back: “I’ll introduce to you in the future. There are also many handsome guys outside the entertainment industry, such as brain doctors, psychiatrists…”

Zhuang Qin: “Why are they all doctors?”

Shang Jing: “I have been in more contact with these two professions recently.”

He Jiang gave Shang Jing half an hour to calm down, and took a second to find him.

The staff automatically pointed the way. As soon as He Jiang opened the door, he ran into Cen Fino who came out of the opposite door.

Cen Fino was neatly dressed, as if he was going to attend a meeting.

He Jiang glanced at this dog-like brother, and was suddenly a little dissatisfied. What time is it, still wearing like this? And because he has a baby, there is a child’s saliva on his clothes, no wonder Shang Jing compares the two every day.

He Jiang asked for the way, but he didn’t expect the two to go in the same direction.

After receiving their respective boyfriends on the rooftop, He Jiang looked at Shang Jing: “Forget about blushing, why are your eyes red?”

Kiss and cry?

This is not good news.

Shang Jing: “It’s fine.”

Cen Fino looked at Zhuang Qin, whose eyes were even redder, and was a little helpless: “Did something happen that I don’t know about?”

Zhuang Qin: “It’s fine.”

He Jiang and Cen Fino looked at each other.

This scene is quite like two people quarreling on the rooftop, making each other cry.

Shang Jing was thinking about Zhuang Qin’s affairs, but he couldn’t care less about being shy. He followed He Jiang back to the house and couldn’t help asking, “Is there still a single person in the entertainment industry who looks like Cen Feinuo… Well, an artist ? Veteran cadre?”

He hadn’t paid attention to the entertainment industry before, and he knew only a limited number of people.

He Jiang: “Is Cen Fino really that good?”

After eating sauerkraut fish once, you miss it?

Then he also went to learn cooking, okay?

Shang Jing was inexplicable: “What are you fierce, I will ask.”

He Jiang: “Why are you asking this?”

Shang Jing: “I have a friend who likes this type.”

He Jiang: “Is that your friend yourself?!”

Business View: “…”

“No! It’s really a friend! Don’t introduce it.”

Shang Jing squatted in front of the child with his eyebrows bent. After thinking for a while, he called Zhuang Qin over to make the child divert his attention.

Zhuang Qin couldn’t get what he wanted. As soon as the news arrived, he immediately ran from under Cen Fino’s eyelids like his **** was on fire.

Shang Jing pushed He Jiang out the door: “I’ll give you a holiday, you can find some other fun. I’ll just take care of the children with Zhuang Qin.”

He Jiang: “…”

He Jiang sullenly walked to Cen Fino’s side and saw that he was preparing dinner.

Regret, regret in my heart, few people knew that Cen Fino could cook.

I had known that I would have ordered takeout for the business dog that day.

Cen Fino: “What are you doing here?”

He Jiang: “Look at how you made the pickled fish.”

Cen Fino: “Just do it in your current tone, the acidity is the most authentic.”

He Jiang: “…”

Cen Feinuo: “What did the two of them do on the rooftop? They are in a bad mood when they come back. Have you asked?”

He Jiang sneered: “You still care about him. If Teacher Cen can’t even pry Zhuang Qin, how can you expect me to ask Shang Jing?”

Shang Jing’s dog temper is much more than that of Zhuang Qin.

Zhuang Qin and Shang Jing watched the child together until the four hours were over, and then reluctantly returned the child to his mother.

Shang Jing gave all the supplies He Jiang bought to the young mother, and Zhuang Qin and Zhuang Qin each wrapped a red envelope as a gift for the child.

“Hopefully see you again later.”

“I want to see Nannan contact me on WeChat.” The young mother held the child’s hand and waved: “Come, say goodbye to brother.”

“Bye bye brother.” The child leaned against his mother’s arms, yawned, and waved to Shang Jing.

Seeing the child being taken away, Shang Jing said with emotion, “It’s so good, I didn’t cry once.”

Although fake cry many times.

But… Surrounded by the atmosphere of the best actor and the best actor, it’s normal for a child to act a little bit.

The four of them ate dinner together. Basically, they had their own concerns, and there was no communication. He Jiang observed the business scene and found that he didn’t look at Cen Feinuo at a glance, but kept looking at Zhuang Qin, and felt a little relieved.

Hmm… no, I seem to be more worried.

After having dinner late, we cleaned up the kitchen together, and then went to the small room to record today’s thoughts, and the time turned to ten o’clock.

Thinking of the kiss, Shang Jing always felt a little hot at the corners of his mouth. He pretended to focus on playing with his mobile phone, ignoring He Jiang’s inquiring eyes.

But the phone is really no fun.

Shang Jing strolled around boredly, and was about to cover himself with a quilt and pretend to be dead, when suddenly, the group of “Desperate Wife” jumped out.

He hurriedly raised the quilt and looked at it secretly.

– Cen Fino’s Mysterious Girlfriend: 1551 I’m lost in love.

Shang Jing blinked, what’s the matter, just persuaded one to leave, why did the mysterious girlfriend here also break up?

Shang Jing quickly asked, “What’s going on?”

-Cen Fino’s mysterious girlfriend: It’s always been my wishful thinking, but now I finally figured it out. I’m too far away from him, it’s impossible, just stop here.

– Yang Yue’s fiancee: Have you lost your fan?

-Cen Fino’s mysterious girlfriend: No, I’m still a big fan of Mr. Cen!

It’s normal for couples in the entertainment industry to get together less and leave more, and it’s normal for them to break up when they are in a relationship.

Shang Jing comforted the mysterious girlfriend with a few words, tugging left and right in his heart, feeling like a two-faced, very despicable.

Do you want to tell Zhuang Qin this news?

What if the mysterious girlfriend can get back together?

Shang Jing couldn’t think about such a complicated question at all. He tangled his head and asked He Jiang, “Why did Cen Fino break up with his girlfriend?”

Isn’t this recording a variety show? Where did Cen Fino get the American time to break up with his girlfriend?

Is it because the mysterious girlfriend saw Cen Fino make pickled fish for Zhuang Qin in the live broadcast room, and Cen Fino is also a scumbag and has never made pickled fish for the mysterious girlfriend?

He Jiang was stopped by Shang Jing and asked, “Where is Cen Fino’s girlfriend?”

Shang Jing looked at him sympathetically, your brothers don’t feel as good as they seem, you disclosed your wife, and they were still hiding.

I can’t count on He Jiang. If I can’t figure out the result tonight, I will continue to struggle with the sad Xiaozhuang tomorrow.

He thought about it, got up from the bed, put on his shoes and knocked on Zenfino’s door.

Just ask the righteous master what he thinks about the mysterious girlfriend.

If there are still feelings, Zhuang Qin will give up.

If there is a group of scumbags, Zhuang Qin will also take the opportunity to recognize this person.

Therefore, when Cen Feinuo opened the door, Shang Jing did not shy away from Zhuang Qin, and asked bluntly, “You broke up with your girlfriend? So suddenly, do you have no feelings?”

Cen Fino looked at He Jiang, who was late, and asked him with his eyes, did he arrange him in front of Shang Jing because of jealousy?

It’s okay to arrange him, and he can still be round at ordinary times. When asked about Zhuang Qin, he has to maintain his innocence.

He Jiang shook his head, indicating that he was also confused.

Cen Fino: “You may have misunderstood, I don’t have a girlfriend.”

Shang Jing: “Why don’t you? You don’t have a generous and mysterious girlfriend named…”

what do you say that is?

The group is all called on behalf of, but no one really mentioned their name.

“Wait, I’ll ask.”

A private chat with a mysterious girlfriend at a business attraction: “What’s your last name?”

With a ding dong, Zhuang Qin’s cell phone rang.