Gaining A Husband After a Memory Loss

Facing this bowl of dumpling skins, Shang Jing felt a corner of the dire marriage life.

Unbearable.

Angry.

I can't eat it.

No, these are dumplings.

He suddenly stood up, rushed to He Jiang's side in two or three steps, and took the dumplings in front of him away.

He Jiang was obsessed with chopsticks, and a bowl of dumpling skin soup with no appetite was put down in front of him.

He frowned slightly, obviously it wasn't so bad when he turned off the fire.

It was raining and raining outside, and the temperature dropped a few degrees. He Jiang looked at the business scene sitting on the chair feasting, and tapped on the solid wood tabletop: "Go and change your trousers."

Shang Jing rolled his eyes secretly: "No."

Chewing dumplings in his mouth, he said fiercely: "What are you looking at, eat quickly, don't waste food."

He Jiang lowered his head and took a sip of the soup. The taste of the boiled water and the dumpling filling was so distinct that it was hard to describe.

He held a spoon in one hand and drank it one by one, while sending a message to Lin Lin, asking her to find an aunt who could cook nutritious meals and come to her door three times a day.

When He Jiang put down his phone, he felt that he had raised a rebellious son, and sooner or later, the business prosperity would end his life.

This is not good, he has a hard time, even if he decides to let Shang Jing go, he will have to make him sad for two days.

He Jiang thought for a while and said, "Auntie will come to cook lunch later."

Before Shang Jing could be happy, He Jiang said again, "Give you a week to learn how to cook with Auntie. If you don't learn well, you won't have to go to the table."

Shang Jing was silent, it seems that the "husband thinks my cooking is unpalatable" said in the diary is also true. Just living together, He Jiang couldn't wait to find a master for him regardless of the patient's condition.

It is He Jiang's business whether to find a teacher or not, and it is his business whether he can learn it or not.

Shang Jing responded verbally: "Well."

Don't mind him, let's talk about rubbing the aunt's meal for a week.

He Jiang raised his eyebrows, but couldn't find any other topics.

What is there to talk about with your ex-boyfriend, talk about your past life and ask for trouble, or talk about the reasons for breaking up and humiliate yourself?

Shang Jing was full. Seeing that the dumplings were cooked by He Jiang, he went to wash the two bowls.

In the interval between brushing the dishes, Shang Jing deeply reflected on himself - this bowl should not be washed by him.

It seems that the licking dog attribute is still affecting him, and he must turn to Baidu, the wisdom of the people.

He must be found to have tormented He Jiang to the point of regretting it.

Shang Jingnao made up for the scene of He Jiang giving him laundry, cooking, foot wash, and calling him "husband" humbly, and laughed out loud.

"You—" He Jiang came into the kitchen and spoke suddenly.

"I'm done washing!"

Shang Jing was startled, put down the bowl, and walked around He Jiang with a guilty conscience.

Locking the door behind him, a look of annoyance flashed across his small face, and Shang Jing patted his thigh with emotion—it's useless, just make up his mind and feel guilty, how can this be put into practice?

He Jiang looked at Shang Jing Mouse's hide-and-seek figure, and froze in place, his eyes were vague for a while.

Business scene back to the house, immediately search: how to be a sperm.

He is a person who is prone to soft-heartedness and must find a strong program to guide him.

There is no clear answer on the Internet. Shangjing saw several examples of men and girlfriends who made complaints from netizens, as if opening the door to a new world.

After reading it from the beginning, Shang Jing has only one thought in his heart - persuasion.

What if you lose your temper if you don't reply to messages for ten minutes, and bombard the other party's leaders and colleagues on the phone if you can't get in touch for half an hour.

When on a date, the other party took the time to reply to a work message and was accused of not taking the date seriously, yelling in the subway to let the other party die.

What red envelope did not send auspicious numbers, was scolded in the face, and asked to write a 4D review.

What kind of rainy night has to eat a crayfish, the store is closed and asks the other party to wake the boss.

If the other party is not allowed to speak a word with a colleague of the opposite sex, a fine of fifty is imposed.

…

It's to the point of getting angry just looking at the text.

Shang Jing was amazed, and with great enthusiasm, he kindly deleted the refined pediatric plan he thought of and replaced it with a volcanic eruption-level one.

Twenty reference cases were recorded continuously, arranged in order from light to heavy, step by step, and practice as needed.

Shang Jing felt that his horizons had been greatly broadened, and finally, he concluded two sentences by himself.

Writing is an art that never stops until it reaches its goal.

An excellent craftsman never sacrifices himself, only tossing others.

Like he was wearing gauze on his head before, confronting He Jiang in the rain was the last resort.

He Jiang, just wait.

Outside the door, He Jiang, who was thinking about the script by the coffee table, suddenly jumped down his left eyelid.

Out of the corner of the eye, he glanced at the closed door of the guest room, lowered his eyes, and wondered what he was thinking.

The phone flashed, and a message came in.

[Yang Yue: Rest today? Come out for a drink. ]

He Jiang picked up the phone, replied "OK", put the script back in the study, and drove out.

Yang Yue is a popular singer, with a good voice, and his grandfather enjoys his meals. Opened a bar, which is usually closed at noon, but it has become a good place for my brothers to get together.

Yang Yue is a singer. He can't drink often, but he likes to collect all kinds of wine. When he saves a wave, he will call his good brothers to try it.

"I agreed so easily today?" Yang Yue said while opening a bottle of red wine, "I heard that there is a goblin living in your house, why don't you stay with me?"

He Jiang glanced at him lightly: "Then are you still so blind?"

Yang Yue sat opposite He Jiang with a gossip on his face: "Then I'm not curious, you won't tell me if you ask on WeChat."

Just make an appointment to try, and you will come out as soon as you think about it.

Yang Yue's sister is the regional agent of a luxury menswear brand, and Lin Lin ordered her clothes last night. Yang Yue happened to be having dinner with his sister and was heard by him.

The size is not what He Jiang wears, but it has to be delivered to He Jiang's house. This is a big problem, isn't it?

He Jiang: "Let's take it, you are more gossipy than Yuji."

"Who is it?" Yang Yue asked anxiously. It is difficult for the Tieshu to bloom once in a thousand years. What kind of fairy is He Jiang's object?

"Is it a business scene?"

The box door was pushed open, and another person walked in. He was wearing a Zhongshan-style smoky gray suit and rimless glasses.

Cen Fino took off his jacket and sat down, folded the cuffs of his white shirt, revealing a muscular forearm, which contained strength that should not be underestimated.

He Jiang took a sip of the red wine and nodded indiscriminately.

Yang Yue exaggeratedly held up a bottle of red wine and interviewed Cen Feinuo: "Who is Shang Jing? Why do you know!"

Cen Fino peeled off a mint, "His ex-boyfriend."

"Ex-boyfriend... ah." Yang Yue slapped his mouth, almost biting the flesh on the inside of his tongue, "No? When did He Jiang fall in love? What is an ex-boyfriend? Why do you know it's an ex-boyfriend again!"

Cen Fino only answered his last question: "Look at his expression, guess."

Yang Yue put down the wine bottle in grief and indignation, really wanting to smash a bottle into it, smash any gourd open, and talk about it.

Obviously it's a three-person plot, but he doesn't have a name, so he's not a brother who debuted together!

He Jiang said briefly: "We talked about it three years ago. He has been in the United States, and we will break up before we can talk about it."

From He Jiang's flat and straightforward tone, Yang Yue could smell a hint of "He Jiang was the one who was dumped".

He blurted out: "A long-distance relationship, is he going to eat back grass?"

He Jiang gave him a determined look: "Shut up."

Lin Lin called to explain the work arrangements for tomorrow, and He Jiang got up and went outside to answer the phone.

Yang Yue immediately sat next to Cen Feinuo, "Come on, while he's not around, talk more and tell everything you know."

Cen Fino: "No comment."

Yang Yue scolded immediately: "You two will drink at your own expense."

Yang Yue thought about it for two minutes, then took Cen Feinuo's shoulders without getting discouraged, and determined to pull him into the gossip team: "Let's analyze, the ex-boyfriend returned to China, He Jiang put him at home, but he himself Hiding out and drinking, what is this? Is it hesitant to eat or not, or the other party will not let you eat?"

Cen Fino: "I don't know."

Yang Yue: "You are so annoying."

After He Jiang finished listening to the phone, he heard Yang Yue's speculation, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

It could be because of something, not because he was afraid of the uneasy business situation.

He Jiang, you are still a **** lover.

Shang Jing drew up a fine-tuning plan, He Jiang was no longer at home, there was one less car in the garage, and an extra aunt was cooking in the kitchen.

The aunt brought her own ingredients, fresh shrimp, fish, crab, and beef all over the kitchen marble countertops, and she has already stewed a big stick bone broth.

An hour later, there are five dishes and one soup on the table, full of color, flavor and nutrition.

Shang Jing sat on the chair and asked happily, "Auntie, when will He Jiang be back?"

Where are you going? I want to eat right away!

Auntie waved her hand: "I don't know about the host's family, but I'm cooking a meal for one person today."

Shang Jing's smile narrowed, and he asked unhappily, "Five dishes and one soup, is this called a serving for one person?"

Auntie: "Of course, the dishes don't count. I only steamed rice for one person."

Shang Jing slowly picked up the chopsticks, it was fine, he didn't have to wait for He Jiang to eat, he was happier eating alone.

After a while, Shang Jing whispered, "Auntie, can you accompany me to dinner?"

Auntie originally waited for Shang Jing to clean up the dishes and take out the garbage before her task was completed. When she heard Shang Jing's words, she quickly said, "No, no."

Shang Jing opened his chair and said, "I can't finish it all by myself. It's more than half of the rice for you. Don't waste it. Are you afraid of being discovered by He Jiang? I won't tell him."

The kindness was difficult, and the aunt had to sit down and have lunch with Shangjing.

"Auntie, your craftsmanship is really good." Shang Jing thought while eating, He Jiang directly found a five-star chef for him to learn from, isn't it difficult for a strong man?

If you can't do it, let it go with the wind.

In the afternoon, Shangjing searched for a suitable part-time job nearby on his mobile phone. He lost his memory and was not very familiar with the city. After reading the street view map for a long time, he decided to go out for a walk tomorrow and experience it for himself.

Ashamed to say, Shangjing can't even remember what major he studied in university, and there is no information around him to prompt.

However, there is no rush to work, and formal enterprises are probably not willing to recruit an employee with amnesia and instability. He still distributed He Jiang's marital property first, cured his brain, and everything was fine.

After doing homework all afternoon, Shang Jing's head was a little dizzy, and he fell asleep on the table.

It was night when I woke up, and my aunt, who was very good at cooking, brought the ingredients to cook again.

Still very rich, still one serving.

Thinking about where He Jiang went, Shang Jing accidentally overwhelmed himself, so he simply sat cross-legged on the sofa and waited for He Jiang to come back.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Shang Jing's head was bit by bit, he didn't see anything on the TV at all, and fell asleep from boredom.

There was a sound at the entrance, and Shang Jing's eyes widened all of a sudden, he sat up straight, and looked at the entrance.

The moment the door opened and closed brought a gust of wind, Shang Jing sniffed his nose and smelled a faint smell of alcohol.

Okay, leave the injured wife at home and run away to spend the day.

Not virtuous!

He Jiang was stunned when she saw the business scene on the sofa staring intently at her, thinking for a moment that she saw a puppy waiting for its owner to return late.

As soon as I drink, the hallucinations all run out.

He Jiang blinked and looked at it again, Shang Jing was dissatisfied, his nose was raised and his eyes were raised.

This is normal.

Shang Jing: "Have you been drinking?"

He Jiang: "Well, I'm going to take a bath."

Seeing He Jiang disappearing at the door of the room, Shang Jing frowned slightly, suddenly not knowing why he was waiting for He Jiang.

Take the opportunity to do it?

But He Jiang went in.

Could it be that he is afraid of smelling other women's perfumes by his expression of being in a hurry to take a bath?

Is it really just drinking with Hu Peng Gou friends? The big Vanity Fair in the entertainment industry is a mess.

Shang Jing looked at the phone and suddenly raised his eyebrows. He shouldn't wait at home stupidly, he should call to check the post, and let He Jiang make a video to clarify himself!

It turns out that I have grown into a standard crafter without knowing it!

Business View is pleased.

He jumped up, and when there was only one crack left in the door of He Jiang's room, he slammed it open.

In the room, He Jiangguang - topless, pressed her fingers on the belt buckle, and was about to undo it when she suddenly bumped into someone behind her and almost rolled onto the bed with him.

With the strength of the collision, Shang Jing hugged He Jiang and sniffed He Jiang's body.

No other people's perfume smell.

This made it difficult for him to have seizures.

Shang Jing: "How many people did you drink with today?"

He Jiang hoarsely said, "the two of them."

Shang Jing's eyes flicked around He Jiang's thin waist, his earlobes were red, he didn't dare to look anymore, he lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "I've been waiting for you for so long, and you didn't even tell me when you drank? "

He Jiang took a deep breath, "..." Can this little thing stop being so capricious?

Shang Jing: "Is it really just drinking?"

He Jiang: "Yes."

Shang Jing: "I don't believe it. You give me the phone numbers of the other two and I'll ask, otherwise I won't be able to sleep tonight."

He Jiang's eyes were deep: "Did you know that I was drinking?"

His self-control is not very good now.

Shang Jing thought to himself, nonsense, "I know, call me quickly."

He Jiang gritted his teeth in anger, and dared to threaten him with "can't sleep"! Thinking of Shang Jing's insomnia problem, in case of insomnia, he won't have to sleep tonight. He closed his eyes and turned on his phone, "You call."

He took the bathrobe, went into the shower, and stayed with Shang Jing again. He didn't guarantee that he would not take advantage of others' danger.

Seeing that he was so straightforward, Shang Jing opened He Jiang's address book, but didn't know who to call.

Big gauze head, big question mark.

Obviously, He Jiang thought he knew who to call, indicating that the three were a regular combination of friends and friends.

Can't be exposed.

Shang Jing studied the phone for a while, and dialed the second one in the latest call.

The time was about the same as when He Jiang went out. It was estimated that he was asked to go out.

"Hello, hello." Shang Jing said politely, "Are you drinking with He Jiang today?"

He didn't speak for a while, and after a while, he said, "Yes, are you his object?"

There is a bit of majesty unique to middle-aged people in the easy-going voice.

Shang Jing hesitated and hummed.

…

He Jiang's bath was not stable at all. During the interval when the water was turned off, he seemed to hear Shang Jing's tone not like he was checking the post, but rather like someone was talking to him.

He hurriedly put on a bath towel, pushed open the door, saw Shang Jing sitting upright, and grabbed his cell phone to take a look.

his dad.