Gaining A Husband After a Memory Loss - Chapter 52

The volume of the wooden box is basically the same as that of an upright piano, but Shangjing still got the same joy as opening the blind box.

Ten minutes later, Shang Jing packed up the boards and nails and planned to hire someone to move it up to the sixth floor.

The landlord heard the voice and came out to see, and said to Shang Jing: “It’s very troublesome to move it up and down. There is a small spare room on the first floor. If you don’t dislike it, just move there to practice the piano.”

“Yes! Thank you uncle.”

After the piano and stools were placed in the small room, there was basically only one aisle left, and there was no room for a two-meter bed, but fortunately a window was opened.

Shang Jing touched the mahogany shell of the piano. The texture is smooth and delicate, and some slight wear can be seen. The keys have been struck countless times.

Shang Jing sat in front of the piano and tried a piece of music, but unexpectedly weighed his hands. It was like a reunion of old friends. With his eyes closed, he could recall every structure of the piano.

He must have used this one to practice the piano before!

The old landlord also gave him the key to the small room, and told Shangjing that the residents of this building are basically all employees of a nearby factory, working from 9 to 9, and he would go out during the day to play chess, play numb, and practice the piano with the old neighbors. It can be during the day, but not at night.

Shang Jing: “Thank you uncle, I’ll be enough for three or four hours a day, I won’t bother you.”

He placed the piano and carried the 30-pound clothes bag upstairs.

The clothes were vacuumed and wrapped in three layers of waterproof bags. Shang Jing carefully opened the package with scissors, for fear of accidentally cutting the clothes.

Down jackets, pajamas, jeans, sweaters, long pants… all of a sudden swelled up, prompting him that he needed a cloakroom.

The clothes were all new, smelled faintly of soap, and had apparently been washed before they were sent.

Shang Jing folded his clothes into the cabinet one by one, thinking to himself that the clothes he bought in the past were also in line with the current aesthetics and were not outdated at all. No need to buy any more clothes this winter, saving a ton of money.

After finishing the clothes, there is a box of underwear left.

Shang Jing opened the box of **** and was suddenly stunned.

Is this the underwear worn by serious people? Small video practitioners don’t dress like this, right?

Have you been this way before?

Shang Jing sat on the bed, lost in thought.

In fact, it is easy to understand, normal underwear is not expensive, and there is no need to send it back from the United States.

It is more expensive to pay for the domestic ones to go by sea, and it is reluctant to throw them away.

Shang Jing rubbed the fabric and workmanship of his underwear, and the heat immediately spread from his fingertips to his face. It does look expensive, but…

Still the question, why did he buy this before?

Fortunately, the package arrived after he moved out, otherwise it would definitely be used as an excuse to open it up in front of He Jiang.

Shang Jing suddenly lowered his eyes, yes, he has moved out from He Jiang’s house for a day.

He fell on the bed, desperately trying to log in to some old accounts to see if He Jiang had contacted him.

I am afraid that he will contact him, and I am afraid that he will not contact him.

Shang Jing rolled on the bed and cried out with hunger. He glanced at the instant noodles on the table and remembered the novice breakfast made by He Jiang.

Nothing is better than instant noodles.

He clicked on the takeout software, and the cheapest one was 15 yuan.

“Why isn’t it less than ten yuan… that’s right!”

Shangjing hurriedly found the takeaway salesman from yesterday’s harassing call. Yesterday was so annoying that he forgot to ask him which WeChat applet was.

“The applet is to love my wife’s private kitchen, order early!”

Shangjing opened Ai Wife’s Private Kitchen. It just opened. There are not many set menus to choose from. There are only five or six kinds.

The meat crab pot of 9.9 should only have a crab back shell.

The simple applet developed by He Jiang overnight finally ushered in today’s first order.

He Jiang packed a meat crab pot from the hotel, pressed his hat, and delivered takeaway to his wife in person.

He went up to the sixth floor, said “Takeaway is here” in a low voice, turned and went downstairs before the footsteps of Shangjing approached the door.

Shangjing opened the door, only to see the deliveryman hurrying downstairs. Now is the peak time for food delivery, and you can’t expect the deliveryman to wait for you to open the door.

He felt that this figure was a little familiar.

This subtlety was left behind when he saw the hefty takeout.

There are actually two complete blue crabs in the meat crab pot! There are also chicken feet, cabbage, lettuce, potatoes and other side dishes, stewed in one pot, the blue crab is golden and oily, and the shrimp meat is tender and delicious.

“Is this wife-loving private kitchen really not going to lose money?”

Shang Jing stared at the sumptuous lunch, afraid that he would end up going bankrupt after eating it.

This boss’s investment style is like He Jiang’s investment in variety shows, and he doesn’t care about the follow-up benefits at all.

The boss may be a cook, not to make money, but to donate love while cooking for his wife every day.

I ate so well at noon that Shang Jing was embarrassed to go for wool at night.

He bought a 100 yuan stew pot and cooked some multigrain porridge for dinner.

He Jiang, who was waiting to continue delivering food: “…”

Cheap does not account for little idiots.

Shang Jing registered a Weibo account, followed Zhuang Qin first, then followed He Jiang secretly, and read He Jiang’s Weibo before he could react.

They are all business microblogs, with almost no personal life.

When he was about to quit, he suddenly saw He Jiang posted a new Weibo.

[At 8 o’clock tonight, live eating chicken, link…]

Thousands of comments instantly.

“Draw fans in four rows?”

“You’re thinking about farting, you must be bringing the business puppy to the top.”

“Woooooo I’m going to eat dog food again!”

“No, am I the only one who thinks they broke up after the variety show? Neither of them interacted anymore.”

There was no chicken-eating game on Shangjing’s mobile phone. He hurriedly downloaded it. When he logged in, he suddenly remembered that he had seen himself in He Jiang’s chicken-eating friend. If he logged in, He Jiang would display it, so that He Jiang would know that he used Back to this phone number.

At 7:30, Shang Jing squatted in the live broadcast room with the fans, watching the confession to He Jiang floating in the barrage, his eyes darkened.

Unexpectedly, He Jiang went online at 7:45.

The live camera was facing He Jiang at this time, not the screen. He Jiang smiled at the camera, and the sound was transmitted through the line, which was slightly different from reality.

Shang Jing was wearing headphones, and his ears were hot. After returning to China, he and He Jiang were playing games face to face. The sound of the network cable made his cheeks numb.

He Jiang opened the friend list and stopped there.

“Shangjing has returned to the United States. I will wait in advance to see if he will be online today.”

Xiaobei covered He Jiang’s friend list with a cardboard, revealing only the friend ID at the top. The ID was gray and it was the WeChat account of the group’s backup phone. It has now been logged out and will never be logged in again.

Barrage:

【? ? No appointment yet? I also want to see the fancy way of death of a business puppy! 】

【He Jiang’s tone sounds like they are quarreling. 】

[And it was a unilateral cold war by Shang Puppy, and he felt sorry for He Gou for a second. 】

Everyone thought that He Jiang was waiting for the gray portrait on the top to light up, including Shang Jing.

Only He Jiang knew that his eyes had been fixed on the old number below, the number he once thought would never go online again after Shang Jing changed his mobile phone.

The live broadcast of his game has been previewed, and it is on the hot search. The business dog is addicted to vegetables. He must have touched the live broadcast room and lurked in the fan group of Yangyang.

Shang Jing stared at the game app, tracing his fingers and poking around. He Jiang was waiting for him to play the game. If he didn’t play, He Jiang would have to match someone else, ahhhh…

How can the dog man seduce him from the game every time.

He Jiang looked at the camera nonchalantly: “If the business dog doesn’t play games today—”

He paused, as if he was thinking of some effective threat, a dark light flashed in his eyes, but his mouth was light: “I won’t play with you in the future.”

Shangjing: “!!!”

Don’t you know the time difference in the US? Can’t he sleep at this time!

He hesitated again and again, thinking of the shame he had lost, but in the end he gritted his teeth and didn’t go online.

Arrived at eight.

He Jiang sneered in his heart, “I didn’t come.”

I don’t know what color sacks a business puppy likes.

Click to match, click to open settings, and turn off all sound effects, including teammates’ voices.

[Why mute, is there any metaphysical reason? 】

[Probably to show real technology…]

Millions of people followed He Jiang and pressed match, hoping to match He Jiang. After the countdown, two of the three passers-by He Jiang matched had game ids related to “He Jiang”.

The two fans followed He Jiang to skydive and made a frantic confession in the team chat box.

He Jiang responded simply: “Thank you for your liking.”

The four of them landed in the same housing area, and the ID was No. 1 “Wei Ai He Jiang”. Instead of searching for supplies, they kept following behind He Jiang.

There are limited supplies in a room, and there is basically nothing to pick up behind the skilled workers.

He Jiang left a gun for her and jumped out of the window by himself.

“Wei Ai He Jiang” didn’t pick up the gun, other than following He Jiang, he just typed in the chat box.

“Hey male **** protect me!”

“Lending my brother’s number, I can’t pick up a gun, I just played a game.”

“I play games better than business.”

“Where are we going?”

The barrage floated past densely.

[Tea language and tea language. 】

[Laughing to death, still can’t pick up guns, we are playing the same game? This game picks it up automatically! 】

Wei Ai He Jiang: “Shang Jing went to the United States, did you break up? Congratulations to my brother for being single! I set up a lottery lottery Weibo account for the breakup!”

“The business scene is too much for you.”

【? ? ? Too blind, isn’t it? Do you really take yourself seriously? 】

[Fuck, fuck, **** He Jiang squeezed the grenade! 】

【Blast him! 】

【Comfortable. 】

【You can always trust the wife-loving madman. 】

Bang! Whoa!

The grenade and Molotov cocktail blew up at He Jiang’s feet, and immediately announced his death and quit the game.

Of course He Jiang wouldn’t blow up passers-by teammates, so he sent himself away.

He Jiang closed the game, walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and took out half a chicken.

“Let’s switch to a live broadcast of eating chicken, and we’ll make white cut chicken today.”

Shang Jing held his mobile phone and watched the game live broadcast turned into a late-night food poisoning. He Jiang probably didn’t want to reveal the privacy of the villa, so the background of cooking today was not the kitchen at home, and he didn’t know which house it was in.

He Jiang: “I learned the dipping sauce for white-cut chicken from Zhuang Qin’s mother. If you want to learn it, you should start taking notes.”

While doing it, he answered the question in the barrage: “Will it be made for the business scene in the future? No.”

“Because he wasn’t online today.”

Shang Jing, who was drinking porridge at night, swallowed his saliva and pursed his mouth.

For the first time, he carefully observed the whole process of He Jiang’s cooking, which was so pleasing to the eyes and vivid. He Jiang’s fingers are slender and powerful, and the apron perfectly outlines the thin male dog’s waist.

Barrage: “I’m greedy, I’m greedy for your body”.

Shang Jing: “…” He was also greedy… No, he was greedy for cutting chicken!

He suddenly remembered that the menu of “Love Wife’s Private Kitchen” also has white-cut chicken.

He was greedy this time, and the takeaway came later and gave the boss the money.

After Shang Jing placed the order, he didn’t dare to look at He Jiang again, and hurried to the bathroom to take a shower.

During He Jiang’s live broadcast, the phone vibrated and received a message from Shangjing’s applet ordering.

He almost laughed.

He slowly cooked the poached chicken, drizzled it with sauce, packed it, and… went downstairs to deliver the meal.

He rented a place five hundred meters away from the business scene.

In less than three minutes, He Jiang appeared at the entrance of Shangjing.

The bathroom window of the room is opened on the side of the stairs, and standing at the door can see the dizzy water vapor inside.

He Jiang’s fingers holding the food suddenly clenched tightly, fuck, she didn’t want to be a human anymore.

Business puppy, you’d better dress up and open the door.

Shang Jing took a bath and washed for half an hour, and only after drying did he realize that he had been swiping He Jiang’s Weibo all afternoon and following the live broadcast at night, forgetting an important thing——

I didn’t buy serious underwear.

He wrapped his bathrobe, lost in thought.

Should I wear those weird underwear to go out and buy it, or should I go out without wearing it?

Tuk Tuk.

“takeout.”

The crisp knock on the door brought Shang Jing back to his senses, his eyes suddenly lit up, yes, it can be called errands.

Shang Jing thought about it, the delivery guy shouldn’t be very busy at this order, he can ask this little brother outside to help, and he will save commission without placing an order through the platform!

The taste of the white-cut chicken dipping sauce could not be separated from the iron door, and Shang Jing opened the door: “Thank you, brother, do you have errand business? Help me buy a box of underwear-“