Gaining A Husband After a Memory Loss

"My ears are red, fuck, my face is red too."

"You can see the blush, which means that the powder is very thin and the skin must be very good. I don't know if I should envy Shang Jing or He Jiang."

"Mom, if I have such a good-looking wife, I'd be willing to pay 88,000!"

"Does anyone interpret He Jiang's mouth shape, why do I feel that something is wrong?"

"Dare to tease my wife on live broadcast, why don't we dare to let our big guys listen!"

"Family, I repeated the loop seventeen times, increased the volume and adjusted the track, and I decrypted it! But I dare not say it."

"Hurry up and say don't make me beg you."

"You male gods asked Shang Jing Bao to have a son!"

"In the business scene, I am gone."

"Pack! Pack the dragon and the phoenix."

"It's so good! I've got to kill me!"

"Can I watch the process of giving birth to a son, mainly because I want to do some medical research."

"I agree to this marriage again!"

"Shang Zai'er, that's another price! Don't be deceived by the old hooligan!"

Shang Jing hurriedly covered the microphone, and found that He Jiang had already covered it, and his microphone was quite far away from He Jiang. He Jiang's voice was low and should not be included.

Stinking rogue.

Shang Jing cursed inwardly, pinching the edge of the table with his fingers, never expecting that he was the one who was forced to not attack.

Does he want to accuse He Jiang of being full of feudal dross in front of the people of the whole country?

He Jiang definitely won't admit it, do you have to repeat the original words...?

He could only pretend that he didn't hear this sentence, and calmly explained to himself that he blushed: "Suddenly it's a little hot."

He Jiang restrained his smile and turned his head, afraid that he couldn't help but say something that would make Shang Jing explode.

Shang Jing glared at him secretly, rolled his eyes, and suddenly had an idea.

He was still too kind, he just thought about killing He Jiang on the show, but he never thought of complaining about He Jiang directly.

He Jiang is macho, has a lot of scandals, can't cook... He has to let the people see him clearly for all the bad deeds written in his diary.

Variety shows have separate psychological interviews, he is not in a hurry.

The staff came over to receive the greeting, and Shang Jing watched him take away eight thousand nine, and looked at He Jiang, we really gave it!

What can you do with the remaining one thousand and one! The program team said that three meals are not provided, only the kitchen is provided, and the pots and pans have to be bought by themselves.

Shang Jing: "Wait!"

staff member:?

Shang Jing whispered: "We give 8888, it's 8,009, please get change for 12 yuan."

Twelve yuan can buy two buckets of instant noodles.

There are not many people who can live like him.

Worker Yun paused for a while, probably because he had never seen a lack of heart who gave 8888 once, but asked for 12 yuan in change: "Please wait a moment."

After a while, the statistics of the four groups came out.

The first group gave 1000, not a piece of lip service.

The second group gave 600.

The third group, Cenfenol 3000.

Three thousand is a more suitable number. Everyone thought that Cen Fino was going to win, and when everyone praised him for his generosity, he shook his head, "Look at He Jiang's."

Yang Yue: "He Jiang, Shang Jing's family, 8888! Awesome! Thank you for the money you saved on behalf of the director team."

Other groups: "..." Did you hear that right? What about mental games? Just throw money at it?

Shang Jing waited and asked honestly, "Is there no return gift?"

Yang Yue: "No, but you can leave your daughters and sons-in-law for dinner. Tonight, on the first floor of the hotel, please have a big dinner! Assemble before seven o'clock. Now, you can go buy daily necessities and arrange a new house! Groups with difficult families Don't worry, there will be labor exchange channels later."

The punishment for the last place in the second group is to help the hotel cook dinner and not go shopping for the time being.

The luxury hotel is a variety show advertisement placement, disguised to show the cleanliness of the kitchen and delicious food.

The show restricts the flow of supermarkets, so that guests will not be surrounded by people when they enter.

Shang Jing was led by He Jiang to the supermarket, he said with a guilty conscience: "Don't go to the supermarket, go to the street shop."

Home textiles in supermarkets are expensive. The four-piece set on the bed is gone, at least one thousand is gone, not including the cotton wick.

He Jiang: "Okay."

It's also fun to wander the old streets occasionally.

Shangjing spent a total of 600 to buy a whole set of bedding. When the price came down, the color was ugly, and the wedding room must be at the bottom of the score.

There are also many cheap wedding supplies in the store, red pull flowers, big red happy characters sprinkled with gold powder on the diagonal of the room, couplets that say "Happy Harmony for a Century", paper-cut window grilles, and plastic that needs to be blown by yourself. balloon…

The store owner keeps recommending wedding supplies full of the last century style to Shangjing: "Now young people are buying online, and they can see the decoration renderings of the entire room. It is not easy to do in physical stores. If you buy more, I think you are cheaper. "

There were stars of surprise in Shang Jing's eyes, and he sighed when the shopkeeper brought out something, like these treasures at the bottom of the box.

"Celebrate Chinese style, I really want it!"

"This is fine too!"

He Jiang imagined the room full of bright red, with a four-piece white bed set with a black rose pattern... The style is a bit weird.

But Shangjing was so happy to buy it, he didn't say anything.

If it really is to decorate their wedding room, it will be fine, and Shangjing can be used as a mourning hall.

Shang Jing held a bunch of lahua and happy characters, and settled the account at the counter. These are not expensive, and they add up to less than one hundred.

Shang Jing is likable because of his looks, and the emotions of buying things are particularly contagious. The shop owner stayed with him for ten minutes, remembering the scene of his marriage back then, when he didn't have that much money, and ran around to decorate the wedding room... The bitterness is Painful, but so happy.

She looked at the cheapest and unhappy sheet that Shangjing bought, and said, "I still have a dowry sheet upstairs. My husband thought the color was too red, so he didn't use it. My mother embroidered the quilt herself. The 100 囍 characters of the slogan are beautiful. I have often taken them out and washed them over the years. If you don’t mind, I can borrow them for you.”

Shang Jing's eyes lit up: "Is it really possible, thank you auntie!"

Or is it embroidered by grandma, isn't that full of love?

The owner went upstairs to get the quilt and put it in a vacuum bag, which looked very clean. The red back is embroidered with a slightly darker silk thread, which is very delicate and has a bit of sanding effect.

"This set of black and white will not be sold. Whoever sells black and white to the young couple is not conscienceless."

If you don't buy quilts, there is basically nothing to spend in this store.

Shang Jing: "Buy it and make a floor for him."

He Jiang, who was trying to go to bed, said, "..." Shang Dog is quite shrewd.

Before leaving, the shopkeeper mysteriously pulled Shang Jing and gave him a roll of posters, "We will give this when we spend over 100 on wedding supplies. Remember to stick it on the bedside."

Seeing the ease of "clearing inventory" from the shopkeeper's face, Shangjing did not refuse: "Thank you, Auntie."

Shang Jing bought the decorations in one store, and was the first to return to the hotel, sent the quilt to the hotel for dry cleaning, returned to the room, and directed He Jiang to work.

He Jiang moved the ladder, and hung flowers on the ceiling with big red happy characters. Shang Xiaojing stood below with his head raised, handing him something.

He suddenly felt a simple joy full of fireworks, as if the two of them were ordinary young couples decorating the wedding room with the most traditional Chinese aesthetics.

The couples in the second group are all male and female idol groups who debuted. He Jiang can imagine that their budget must include rose petals covering the bed.

This was also in his plan.

But now, He Jiang felt that everything was fine.

Shang Jing counted the remaining paper-cuts: "It's full, don't waste it, don't leave one piece left."

He handed a roll of posters to He Jiang: "This is in the middle of the bed."

The owner and auntie must have some wisdom from the ancestors in it. Shang Jing doesn't understand it very well, but he likes it.

He Jiang unfolded the poster and said euphemistically, "I don't think we need it very much."

Business View: "Hang."

"Okay." He Jiang put glue on the edges of the poster and stuck it squarely on the wall.

Shang Jing happily raised his head and admired it, and saw a pair of twins in the picture.

So... is this a subplot?

He Jiang got off the ladder and was about to take the ladder back to the hotel tool room, but was grabbed by Shang Jing's wrist: "Get it down quickly!"

He Jiang smiled and walked out with a ladder: "Well, it's pretty."

Shang Jing was in a panic. He always felt that the picture was reminding children of something that was not suitable for children. He was afraid that He Jiang would have that idea, so he jumped up and said, "Tear it off! You can't give birth!"

He Jiang: "You can try."

Shang Jing: "Shameless."

Shang Jing was dead. Thinking of the live broadcast, he decided to speak ill of He Jiang for a while. He stood in front of a camera seat and said, "Everyone sees it? A feudal dross and a macho, bullying me every day."

At seven o'clock in the evening, all the groups came back in large and small packages.

When Shangjing saw that they had all bought kitchen utensils, refrigerators and dishes for tomorrow, he couldn't help but envy for a while. There were only 400 left, so what to eat tomorrow.

The dinner was a sumptuous seafood feast. Shangjing almost wanted to borrow money from Zhuang Qin to buy a refrigerator to freeze, and then eat overnight dishes.

Yang Yue: "In view of everyone's complaints about the reception this morning, let's play a small game now."

"Ju Zhou, Huan Nalan, Zhuang Jin, and Shang Jing, you team up to play a game of PUBG. The highest ranked player will be rewarded, and the husband will bet on the elimination order of his wife."

Shang Jing's eyes lit up instantly. Relying on technology to eat is easier than relying on face.

"You must bet on me to be the last one to be eliminated! If you bet all of them, you will be able to buy the pot tomorrow."

He Jiang: "I see, you remember to mute."

Shangjing entered the game room, and everyone shared a mobile phone and started directly.

The guests can't see each other's bets, but can analyze them.

Shang Jing plays the piano, and his ten fingers are more flexible than the average person, and looking at Shang Jing's confidence just now, he must play this game often.

Therefore, the business scene ranks first.

Invariably, everyone chose their daughter-in-law to be the second among the four. The first is more difficult, and the second is just fine. Bet a few hundred small, and it is not a loss if you are wrong.

He Jiang: "Lao Cen, lend me three thousand."

Cen Fino raised his eyebrows: "So confident?"

He knew that three years ago, He Jiang went to the custom server to practice guns when he was free on the set, which made Sister Lin suspect that he was going to be an e-sports anchor for a while.

In fact, He Jiang only planned to show off his skills in front of the business scene.

Shang Jing has been with He Jiang for so long, and the technology should be passable.

He Jiang's personality makes it hard to tolerate playing games with a rookie every day. In other words, it should be difficult for the rookie to tolerate He Jiang's mockery of him for a long time.

He Jiang: "I'm really confident."

He did not hesitate to press Shangjing to be eliminated as soon as possible.

In the PUBG Mobile game, players parachute onto an island. After landing, they go to various houses to search for equipment and fight until only the people in the same team are left on the island to win.

The abundance of materials at each landing point is different, and there are more people with rich materials.

Shang Jing and the others followed the director's instructions, and the landing place was as crowded as dumplings. The accounts given by the director team are all high-level, matching the high-end game, which is not the same level as the human-machine game that Shangjing himself plays.

Shangjing's movements were a little slower, he didn't run past others, and his luck was not good. There were no supplies in the room he entered.

He frowned slightly, and swiped his two thumbs around, manipulating the game characters to run.

Twenty seconds later, he picked up a rifle.

Ten seconds later, he stood at the window and saw someone in the building opposite.

A second passed, and Shang Jing was hit in the head and fell to the ground.

The final ranking was 99100.

Shang Jing put down his mobile phone embarrassingly, shocked.

what happened? It turns out... it turns out that his skills are actually very general?

Zhuang Qin: "You can't stand at the window for a long time, you will be found. I'm sorry, I'm too far away from you to save you."

Shang Jing: "It's okay, it's just a game."

He suddenly remembered that he had vowed to let He Jiang go all-in.

It's over. He lost 10,000 yuan in two games and went bankrupt. He Jiang was going to ridicule him, and he won't let him play games in the future.

He had to find a way to make He Jiang forgive him.

Shang Jingyou came out of the game room like a ghost, and He Jiang was waiting for him by the door.

Shang Jing brewed his emotions for a while, put his forehead on He Jiang's shoulder, and choked up: "Husband, there is no food to eat tomorrow."

He Jiang hugged Shang Jing, who was remorseful and weeping, with the three thousand earned by backstabbing his wife in his pocket, and suddenly did not dare to tell Shang Jing what he was betting on.

"It's okay, Teacher Cen has to lend us three thousand."