Gaining A Husband After a Memory Loss - Chapter 31

He Jiang came to the bathroom, made soap, and rubbed his underwear as calmly as possible, so that he would not think about how the underwear came from, why it was hidden in the closet, why Shang Jing got up this morning and went for a morning jog for no reason, why did he finish the morning run The **** are still…

He closed his eyes.

Well, restraint is useless, I think about it all in a second.

With the face of Shang Puppy, he deceives himself and swears that it is not a dream but a memory, and it is something he can do.

He Jiang was curious about how many indescribable things they had done in Shang Jing’s eyes.

I was unintentionally teased by Shang Jing before, so I wanted to tease him with game videos and let myself take a breath.

Now standing by the sink in the middle of the night, He Jiang calmed down, and suddenly felt that… Shang Jing seemed to accept the possible 100 episodes of short videos well.

It looked angry, but nothing happened. It’s better to be angry when you are fine.

Hiss…it was himself who was cowardly.

Shang Jing rushed to the bathroom with steam on his face, and saw He Jiang’s perfectly slender fingers rubbing his own…

It’s the rhythm of having strange dreams at night.

If I can’t live this day, I still have to get a divorce.

Just as he was about to speak, He Jiang said gently, “Why, do you have to wash this on your body?”

Shang Jing tugged at his pants subconsciously and took a big step back, for fear that He Jiang would do what he said.

He stared at He Jiang’s hand, struggling to think, just wash it, he will dry it by himself later, let He Jiang spread it out and dry it, he can’t stand this picture.

He Jiang wrung out the fabric, shook his hands, and looked down at Shang Jing: “Or do you intend to exchange favors?”

“No no…”

This time, Shang Jing didn’t dare to pester at all, and hurriedly fled back to the bed.

Two words frightened Shang Jing away, He Jiang chuckled lightly and planned to leave with him.

Shang Jing was wrapped in the quilt and decided to say something to spoil the atmosphere: “What are you laughing at? Are there any strange patterns in my underwear? They were all bought by Sister Lin, what does it have to do with me?”

What you’re washing is just a pair of ordinary **** bought at the broker’s wholesale market, don’t laugh like a pervert.

He Jiang: “It’s not naive, it’s the same model as mine and a different size. I took care of the balcony of the master bedroom, so be careful not to make a mistake.”

He Jiang’s master bedroom has a large balcony, and he has entered the business view several times, but he has never been to the balcony.

Shang Jing just wanted to object, but couldn’t find a chance to speak.

He Jiang said: “Also, my bedroom is not locked, so I don’t need to bring dry food when I go in.”

Business View: “…”

It’s over, isn’t it? And let no one sleep well!

He Jiang didn’t let Shang Jing into the bedroom at first, because he was afraid that he would turn to the old photos on the bedside table. Now he has nothing to be afraid of, and…

“Sorry, I’ll put your photo on the bedside table in the future.”

Shang Jing decided to be a tortoise with a shrunken head and slammed himself into the quilt.

Is putting a picture of your wife on the bedside table something worth talking about?

He Jiang stopped when it was appropriate to resolve Shang Jing’s embarrassment, and reminded me by the way: “Since tomorrow is my birthday, you want to invite me to dinner, so I will wash your underwear for you today, don’t think too much, good night.”

With a click, the door was gently pulled from the outside, and the latch gently slid into the inset.

Shang Jing blushed and lifted the quilt, going too far. He said a lot of words and told him not to think too much. This is typical scumbag behavior.

dog man.

Originally, He Jiang invited him to eat pickled fish, but he still felt a little guilty about the content of his birthday invitation, but now he doesn’t feel it at all.

The next morning, Shang Jing got up at seven o’clock and ordered He Jiang a bowl of longevity noodles as agreed.

The longevity noodles have their own salty taste. After the water is boiled, throw a handful in, and when the noodles are completely soft, add peanut oil and shallots, stir and pick up, it is a bowl of mature longevity noodles.

Don’t waste the remaining water, cook two more eggs.

Shang Jing thought to himself, I do have a nine-point talent in boiling everything.

A bowl of longevity noodles with two eggs was so simple that tears filled his eyes. He Jiang ate them all without saying a word.

He Jiang: “Thank you for your face. I have to go back to my parents today, do you want to…”

Shang Jing: “No, you say I’m busy.”

Although it was rude, but…the last time he talked to Dad He was still fresh in his memory. He felt that he was about to get divorced, so there was no need to pretend to be affectionate in front of the elders, which was very sorry for the expectations of the elders.

He Jiang reluctantly said, “Okay.” Shang Jing, who had amnesia, could just deceive himself, and there was no need for more people to get involved.

“I’ll be back for dinner at noon.”

Shang Jing: “Understood, you don’t need to turn around to remind you.”

Just go, easy to do.

As soon as He Jiang left, Shangjing took out his mobile phone, re-watched the video “How to use Shaxian snacks to make Michelin three stars”, and then opened the takeaway software to place an order.

Then, he went to the tool room and took out a very delicate enamel dinner plate he had seen before.

Plates of various shapes are the essence of a dish.

After Shang Jing cleaned the dishes, he went to the security room to pick up two mints raised by the captain of the security guard, and then bought a box of blueberries and a box of tomatoes from the fruit shop at the door.

After waiting for another hour, I finally got the raw materials with a total price of 88 yuan.

Make the main dish first, use a silver fork to roll up a ball of fried noodles, pick off the chopped green onion, shape it into a ball as much as possible, then place it in the center of the disc, remove the silver fork, and decorate with two fresh and green mint leaves.

Cut blueberries and tomatoes in half, and scatter two or three on the remaining blank spots on the disc.

Pour peanut butter into a white plate, and note a slice of mint.

The fried noodles must not be too much, and if there is too much, there will be no taste.

Take out two more chicken wings, wrap them in bread crumbs and egg liquid and fry them again until browned. Place them on a rectangular plate with a layer of white oil paper cut into window grilles underneath. Squeeze a rounded drop of ketchup into the empty space at one end of the long plate, and pile mint leaves at the other. The chicken wings should not be placed loosely. One should be placed on top of the other, and two blueberries would be scattered inadvertently in the gap… The color is rich, and the index finger is moving.

…

The little artist worked for an hour, made eight dishes, and even had leftovers for takeout.

Shang Jing heated the remaining fried noodles in the microwave and ate them full.

He went to the wine room to pick out a red wine, two goblets, and covered the table with a layer of white lace tablecloth, hanging on all sides, which was beautiful and romantic.

Live together.

He Jiang started dinner at eleven o’clock at his parents’ house, and when he was half full, he got up to leave.

Mother He: “Remember to bring Xiaojing next time.”

He Jiang was helpless: “I’ve said it several times, I’m pursuing him, and it may not be possible when I come back next time. Do you want me to come back?”

Mother He: “I read what I said on the Internet, and you have a very good relationship. I also watched the live broadcast, son, if you like it, do it quickly, don’t let your mother-in-law make dumplings. Your aunt taught him to make dumplings, but he didn’t make them for you in the show. ?”

He Jiang didn’t want his mother to be too optimistic, so as not to contact Shang Jing on a whim: “Your son has been in the business for so many years, can’t you understand that there are elements on TV?”

Mother He: “Are you saying that the dumpling stuffing he made is your favorite?”

Every time He Jiang celebrates his birthday, Mother He will make dumplings for him by herself. Her son has many problems. He said that the filling of his favorite dumplings must be made by his favorite person. He will cherish it more and never get tired of it.

But when I came back this time, it was obvious that I was eating this every day.

He Jiang smiled modestly: “Yes.”

Mother He: “Okay, hurry back and have lunch with your boyfriend. Is he waiting for you to cook for you?”

He Jiang: “Well, I’ll come back when I’m free.”

Seeing a large table of flashy western food, He Jiang was stunned for a moment, feeling a little happy. It doesn’t matter if the weight is small, he has already padded his stomach, the important thing is that it looks expensive and can show the mind of the business scene.

Shang Jing was worrying about the dish on the table getting cold, when He Jiang came back, he stood up and said with a guilty conscience, “The merchant sent it too early, it’s cold.”

He Jiang: “It’s okay, it’s hot.”

Shang Jing looked at the eight dishes that had been painstakingly placed on the plate, “You don’t mind heating to spoil the beauty, right?”

This heating can be turned back to Shaxian snacks.

He Jiang raised the corners of his mouth: “I have already received your wishes. It’s cold, so it’s better to eat hot.”

With that said, he turned on the microwave and heated several dishes in ten minutes. Coming out of the microwave, the mint blueberry cherry tomatoes are wilted.

He Jiang: “It’s just some embellishments, it doesn’t affect it.”

Shang Jing sat down nervously, feeling that without these essential parts, the taste of these dishes would be discounted.

He watched He Jiang taste a mouthful of “Spaghetti with Style Tomato Special Sauce”, “How is it?”

He Jiang thought that the taste was a bit like the Beijing fried sauce noodles in the university cafeteria. The western restaurant that Shangjing was looking for was not very authentic, and it was estimated that the Internet celebrity shop had cheated.

“delicious.”

Shang Jing stretched his brows and smiled, right, he also likes fried noodles! If you pair it with the cake he ordered and play the piano, wouldn’t it be better than a three-star restaurant?

Both of them were very happy, and both were not very interested in the “big meal” on the table. In order to cover up this fact, they opened the red wine at once.

Shang Jing raised his glass: “Happy birthday to you.”

He Jiang: “Thank you.”

Hope to hear it in person next year.

Shang Jing took a sip of red wine and suggested, “Would you like to watch a movie together?”

He checked on the Internet, and there are two processes of eating and watching movies on a birthday date? Oh, there is also a link for giving birthday gifts, which can be postponed for now.

In view of He Jiang’s identity, it is most suitable to solve all the above links at home.

He Jiang’s villa is also equipped with a home theater, and the commercial scene has not been tried yet.

He saw many CDs on the shelf, all of which were films that He Jiang had acted in.

He picked up one at random: “How about this one?”

He Jiang: “It’s not very good.” What’s the point of seeing what you’re doing? Do you review your acting skills?

Shang Jing: “Is this one ok?”

He Jiang: “No.”

Shang Jing frowned: “Are you bad at acting or not good at plot?”

He Jiang glanced at the CD in Shang Jing’s hand, and told the truth: “The plot is not good.”

Shang Jing: “But this movie ranks first in your encyclopedia.”

Don’t you want to pretend you haven’t acted in bad movies? Why is it still in the first column of the encyclopedia? Do you think he’s cheating?

He Jiang had no choice but to say, “There is a love line.”

He debuted in a variety of films, but he rarely acted in pure love films. One is that he is not interested, and the other is that the director is not optimistic that he can play a tortuous love story well. It is hard to imagine that He Jiang likes people. look.

Later, Lin Lin received a script with a moving emotional line and a strong plot line, and highly recommended him to follow up. Because playing this role well will definitely attract fans, don’t fans just love to see affectionate characters?

After studying the script, the director asked He Jiang if he had ever been in a relationship, and if not, he would talk about it as a pre-start task, to experience some of the delicate and tender feelings between lovers.

He Jiang scoffed at this, but he couldn’t help the director stressing every day that he still lacked the emotion of capturing something. He Jiang didn’t believe in evil, and falling in love was not an elixir. There were so many prodigal sons in the entertainment industry, how many of them could become movie kings?

When he told this idea to a sister from the law department he knew, the sister suggested: “If you are afraid of trouble, you can try online dating.”

He Jiang: “Thank you, no need.”

If you are anonymous, you will not know whether there is a human or a dog behind the network cable. With his real name, what is the difference between him and one more fan?

Senior Sister: “I know a friend in the United States. He doesn’t pay attention to the domestic entertainment industry. He won’t come to China if he hasn’t finished his studies. You won’t have any troubles you’re afraid of. You can try to practice with him. Boyfriend feeling.”

He Jiang sneered: “Transnational online dating? Then why don’t I find AI?”

Senior Sister said meaningfully: “Because AI has no face.”

She took out the photo: “Look at it.”

In the photo, the 18-year-old Shang Jing is sitting on the lawn in front of the teaching building, reading a book.

He Jiang was silent for a while, and said without changing his face: “Does he speak Chinese?”

Senior Sister: “Of course, he is Chinese.”

“Are you an adult?”

“nature.”

So He Jiang and Shang Jing added their contact information.

Two months later, He Jiang participated in the movie “Our Life”. The emotional line was sweet first and then cruel. The front was fairy love, and the back was cruel and crying.

The film was released a year later, and He Jiang won the Best Actor Award again for this film.

Fans excitedly published a long essay, clearly analyzing what He Jiang has played stably in this movie and what breakthroughs have been made against the sky. Their family He Jiang has no shortcomings in her acting skills, and she is directly conferred a god!

He Jiang was heartbroken by these blown-up comments.

Art comes from life, but life is higher than art.

During the few months he was acting, he first fell in love and then broke up. His life was full of ups and downs, which is more unforgettable than the movie.

The goods were not right, and he was “scammed” by his senior sister.

…

The “fraud” accomplice Shang Jing held the “Our Life” film at this time and raised his eyebrows: “Emotional line?”

He Jiang nodded, it was the “emotional line” that he didn’t want to recall a second time.

They are not talking about the same emotional line.

Shang Jing: “Is there a kiss scene?”

He Jiang smiled: “Jealous?”

Shang Jing: “Do you just say yes?”

He Jiang: “No. My acting skills need a kiss scene to show off?”

In fact, in He Jiang’s films, the emotional lines are all on transparent backgrounds, except for “Our Life”.

There was a kiss scene in the script, but He Jiang thought that she didn’t even hold her boyfriend’s hand, what if Shang Jing became jealous in the future, and the director had to delete the scene.

What can the director do, beg He Jiang to fall in love, and suffer by himself.

Shang Jing carefully put the film back on the shelf, and he didn’t watch it without the kiss scene.

Finally, I took a classic old movie that He Jiang used to study, “That’s it.”

He Jiang has watched the movie dozens of times, so it is naturally difficult to appreciate it from the perspective of watching the movie, but because he remembered some things from the past, he drank two more glasses of red wine.

The wine glass was poured when it was empty, and He Jiang didn’t notice it. In the process, he also poured Shang Jing several times.

In the end, when Shang Jing tilted his head, he fell drunk on He Jiang’s shoulder just halfway through the movie.

He Jiang pushed him: “Is this drunk?”

Shang Jing rubbed his face on his hand: “Not drunk, sleepy.”

He Jiang deliberately said, “Not drunk? Then do you recognize me as your husband?”

Shang Jing was stunned for a while, then raised his head to look at He Jiang, “He Jiang? Husband?”

He Jiang was happy: “Huh?”

Shang Jing asked confusedly, “How much will I get for a divorce with you?”

The studio’s flowing water business scene has long been seen, and the astronomical figures above are amazed by the poor.

He couldn’t believe that half of it could be considered marital property.

He Jiang was stunned for a moment, and asked Shang Jing in a low voice, “Do you want to divorce me?”

Business point nods.

Short of money, I want to buy my father’s house.

He Jiang seemed to be poured over a basin of ice water, and every pore felt a biting coldness.

Instead of getting Shang Jing drunk and telling the truth after drinking, he is still immersed in a false marriage life and cannot extricate himself.

The funny thing is that even if it is a marriage caused by misunderstanding after amnesia, Shang Jing also thinks about divorce, not living. A person with amnesia is more awake than he is.

It was really a birthday present, and it made him sober that he had a dream.

Shang Jing: “Why don’t you speak?”

He Jiang pinched his chin like frost, and threatened, “Want to divorce me?”

“You can’t share a dime!”

It’s so cruel, I can’t even share a dime… Shang Jing subconsciously scolded a “scumbag” and wanted to jump up and reason with him, but he got drunk, opened his eyes twice, and leaned on the sofa without success, breathing Fall asleep evenly.

He Jiang pushed the drunk Shang Jing away, and was so sad that he wanted to run away from home.

Yu Guang saw Shang Jing sleeping crookedly on the sofa, pacing irritably for a while, and finally resigned to his fate and picked him up, put him on the bed, and covered him with a quilt.

When he came out, he saw that the trash can in the living room was full. The moment He Jiang subconsciously bent over and picked up the bag, he closed his eyes awake.

What is this doing? Running away from home and taking out the trash?

In anger, he kicked the trash can, which tumbled to the ground and rolled out several takeaway boxes.

He Jiang glanced at it, and soon saw the striking single note on the bag.

Fried sauce noodles, grilled wings… 70 for food and 18 for delivery.

Too cheap.

Cheap as hell!

Even if it’s more than three digits?

I want to take away a huge amount of property from him, but I can’t bear to give him even a hundred yuan!

The business dog is not the idiot who was tricked by the online celebrity shop, he is the idiot who doesn’t remember his lessons completely!

“Come out for a drink and call Cenfino.”

When Yang Yue received the call, he was just waking up. He didn’t hear He Jiang’s depressed tone, and asked in a puzzled way, “Didn’t I say that I won’t ask you out for this year’s birthday? Didn’t I want to have candlelight breakfast, lunch and dinner with my boyfriend?”

He Jiang’s face darkened: “Now we can make an appointment.”

…

Shang Jing took a nap for two hours, and when he woke up, He Jiang was gone.

He searched everywhere, made sure he wasn’t home, made a few more calls, turned it off, and didn’t answer.

“Who is it that you promised to be free all day?”

Shang Jing went up to the piano room on the third floor and looked at the three-tier cake that he worked hard to bring up, feeling a little depressed.

“I haven’t eaten the cake yet.”