Gaining A Husband After a Memory Loss

He Jiang was distracted and stepped into a puddle of soft mud, grabbed a handful of corn stalks, and quickly looked at the location of the camera.

Very good, I'm shooting a long view, this sentence should not be included.

The strong waist and abdomen allowed He Jiang to stabilize her figure, and without changing her posture, she whispered to the phone, "What are you talking about?"

Shang Jing frowned: "I said don't do it."

He Jiang: "Where are you now?"

Shang Jing hesitated for a while, then went to the live broadcast room to take another look, and when he pulled the vision, he couldn't see He Jiang's expression clearly.

If you honestly admit that you have made 18 catties of dumplings, and call in the kitchen just after making them, just to let He Jiang break some corn, wouldn't it be very shameless to lick the dog?

Since it is a vision, there is no need to give He Jiang too much sweetness.

Shang Jing: "I'm in bed, I just woke up, I'm very comfortable."

He Jiang's eyes darkened, and the mystery about peanuts came to mind out of time.

The hemp house, the red tent, and the puppies live in it.

It may be that the corn cobs were soaked in water for too long and fermented alcohol. He Jiang felt that he was a little over the top and drank two taels of white wine out of thin air, so that he wanted to fry some peanuts or something.

He Jiang gritted his teeth, controlled this dangerous thought in time, and said in a low voice, "Have you eaten yet? If you don't want to move, you can buy it for the assistant."

When Shang Jing heard his tone was wrong, he couldn't figure it out. He clicked on the live broadcast to see that it was a close-up shot.

He looked at He Jiang's gentle expression, changed his tone, and said, "Are you cold?"

The temperature in the north is quite low at this time, and the rainy days make people shudder.

He Jiang's rain boots got water, but her body was warm: "It's not cold."

After answering the phone call from Shang Jing, He was able to work in full swing for another three days.

Shang Jing pinched his nails on the refrigerator, looked here and there, and said in an unprofessional tone: "I'll make dumplings for you, we will eat dumplings for three days, only four hundred, you can come back when you earn enough."

After speaking in one breath, Shang Jing put his forehead on the refrigerator to cool down.

How to be a good wife is to be thick-skinned, so angry, and inappropriate in the future.

Shang Jing hung up the phone.

He Jiang: "…"

He looked at his phone, was he shy?

Shang Jing calmed down for a few seconds, the phone vibrated again, and He Jiang called.

Shang Jing hesitated for ten seconds, but took it.

He Jiang's voice was very gentle, with a negotiating tone: "The corn fields here are so soaked in water that they cannot be harvested mechanically. It requires a lot of labor, but most of the people who stay at home are the elderly."

"I've come here. I can help without making any money. I still follow the plan and set a train ticket for 7 o'clock in the evening. You can see me at 10:30."

"Can you steam me twenty dumplings then?"

No one could stand He Jiang's tone of love in his ear, and Shang Jing had the illusion that if he didn't agree, He Jiang would immediately go to take the high-speed train.

"alright."

He scumbag is worthy of being a movie king, the camera is his chopsticks for eating, he can't play him in variety shows.

However... He Jiang is willing to help the old man break some more corn, and Shang Jing also agrees.

Shang Jing was so good at talking, He Jiang endured it, but still couldn't hold back, and tentatively asked: "At night... can I sleep in bed?"

Shang Jing: "Okay...let's do it." Who makes the working people the most honorable?

"Wait for me to go back." He Jiang hung up the phone and forcibly broke a piece of corn.

…

He Jiang's little brother waded over the water in a hurry, only the part of Shang Jing talking about making dumplings was photographed. What Shang Jing said before made the actor lose his temper, it will never be photographed again.

At the request of netizens, I asked the little brother Pai, "What did Teacher Shang say on the phone?"

He Jiang shook his phone and raised his eyebrows: "He said wait for me to go back to eat dumplings."

Studio.

"Ah ah ah, I'm dead, what kind of peerless wife is this."

"It's harder than corn, bro."

"I made a yellow report."

"Come and see, He Jiang Studio made a donation of 10 million yuan!"

"Thank you, I also donated to support the farmers."

"Male gods are the best! Start with looks and be loyal to character! I can be a fan for a lifetime!"

"Wuwuwu, my male **** is going down to the ground. I have never planted any land before. Come and drop me in the air to break the corn. I love farming."

"Mr. He is in my hometown, thank you, Mr. He."

"You two are a perfect match. Lock it to death. Teacher Cen swallowed the key."

"I found out that Shang Jing is not a genius at all. The feeling he gives me now is that if my husband coaxes him a few more words, he can personally bring the insulation box to deliver dumplings across the province."

"Let's close the filters upstairs, it's a bit exaggerated."

"Don't you have to wait for the show to air before you can see the scene where Shang Zai'er made dumplings and steamed dumplings? Who came up with the idea of ​​half the show?"

"To this day, I won't hide it from everyone. In fact, I can break 3,000 kilograms of corn a day, which is better than He Jiang. Shangjing has a look at me."

"Bear breaking corn and breaking 3,000 pounds?"

"I feel that about breaking corn, Shang Jing is obviously soft-hearted and distressed. He didn't say it out of face. Listen to that tone, what a blessing He Jiang is!"

"It turns out that the distance between me and my beautiful wife is only three thousand catties of corn cobs."

"As long as there is a peanut, it will not..."

"Be sober, what you are missing is not 3,000 catties of corn, but 10 million donations."

"I'm worried."

"I'm worried."

Shang Jing hung up the phone and just went out, when suddenly footsteps approached, and then there was the sound of two people arguing.

He heard the voices of the second group of traffic flowers and traffic students.

Both of them turned off the mic and whispered there.

Lu Gaojie: "I gave you a wink, can't you see? I don't agree to take wedding photos."

Huan Nalan: "How can there be no wedding photos in the wedding room? The wedding photos are beautiful."

Lu Gaojie: "I don't need money for wedding photos? I said, are you too involved in the drama? We don't have this clause in our agreement. The wedding photos are out. How can we untie them in the future?"

The couple's business attracts fans, but after unbundling, improper operation, the man's fans are easily sucked away by a large number of women, and they will scold a few scumbags.

Huan Nalan: "This is just a very ordinary part of a variety show. Are you thinking too much? Who contacted my agent first? Why do you want to set up an archway?"

Lu Gaojie: "Okay, okay, it's so ugly, go back and continue."

Huan Nalan: "Also, I'm tired of putting up wallpapers. Later, you have to let me rest in front of the camera."

Lu Gaojie: "Isn't it? I'm not tired? You didn't put up the wallpaper? You want to make a big change to the new house?"

Huan Nalan: "Show your love and hype up your boyfriend to attract fans. Looking at the number of fans on your Weibo in the past two days, I'm giving you a chance. Learn from Mr. He and Mr. Cen."

Huan Nalan rolled her eyes: "Old opera bones are different."

Business View: "…"

It seems that everyone recognizes He Jiang's acting skills quite a bit.

There are also Cen Feinuo and Zhuang Jin. This pair is fake on the bright side, but it is actually supported by Teacher Cen's acting skills.

Shang Jing always thought that the traffic group was very affectionate, both of them were in their early twenties, enthusiastic and young, and her boyfriend always worked hard to learn this and that for his girlfriend... Sure enough, everyone acted.

"Brother photographer, what's the matter, delete it."

The photographer joked: "Okay, Mr. He is an investor, and the boss will delete it if she wants to."

It focuses on variety shows prepared before marriage. Even if you take pictures of this kind of easter eggs, you can't post them.

Shang Jing walked out of the kitchen, and within two steps, he saw Zhuang Qin looking around, and when he saw him, he ran over: "Mr. He is not here, you can have lunch with us."

Shang Jing saw that the bottom of Zhuang Qin's eyes was a little blue, a state he was all too familiar with: "Are you insomnia?"

Zhuang Qin paused and said, "I slept in the same room with Teacher Cen last night, but I... didn't fall asleep."

Shang Jing: "You're not used to sharing a room with others, so tell the director team to open another room?"

"No, no, no!" Zhuang Qin waved his hand, his cheeks a little red, "Mr. Cen is very good, I don't want him to think too much."

Shang Jing remembered the hot search on the day it was published, and asked curiously, "Does Cen Fino really go to bed at half past nine?"

Zhuang Qin: "Well... yes. Mr. Cen is a very nice person. He took the initiative to let me play with his mobile phone, regardless of his sleep. I just... played until two o'clock. Let's not talk about it, let's have dinner."

Shang Jing: "Okay, wait for me."

Shang Jing went back to the house, counted the money, kept one hundred, and sealed the remaining money in a letter, intending to return it to Cen Fino.

He was afraid that he would not pay it back, so he couldn't help but spend it. The other three groups have a lot of decorations, and he is very interested in many small commodities.

Zhuang Qin stood at the door and said with emotion, "Your house is so beautiful."

Like the new house in his parents' photos, it's very warm.

Shang Jing said proudly: "Yes, I like this style."

Cen Fino occasionally cooks, but he didn't want to show it in variety shows. As soon as he cooks, the camera will definitely revolve around him. Each set of shots is limited. He originally wanted to leave more shots to Zhuang. quilt.

But He Jiang couldn't hold back and sent three messages.

Three o'clock in the morning: I'm going to work, Xiaojing entrusts you to take care of me.

7 a.m.: Buy my wife an extra breakfast.

Ten o'clock in the morning: Shangjing is alone, let him have lunch together, I remember you can cook, right?

Zhuang Qin accidentally saw the last message and asked in surprise, "Mr. Cen, do you know how to cook?"

Cen Fino: "Yes, what do you like to eat?"

Zhuang Qin: "Can you still order food?"

Cen Fino: "Okay, if you don't order, He Jiang will serve the business spot food. I still tend to make some of my boyfriend's favorite food."

Zhuang Qin blushed: "That... Is pickled fish okay?"

Cen Feinuo: "Okay, you can go to Shangjing to play, and ask him to come to dinner later."

As soon as Shang Jing entered the door, he smelled the scent of pickled fish and swallowed: "Thank you, Mr. Cen, this is two thousand and five, and the rest will be returned when He Jiang returns."

He Jiang had already repaid the money that Cen Fino bet on, and he won the three thousand from the show team himself.

Cen Fino took it without changing his face, and then sent a message to He Jiang: "Your wife paid 2,500 for the meal, and I reluctantly accepted it."

He Jiang received the message and sat by the field to eat a boxed lunch.

Holding the steamed bun in his mouth, he reached out and knocked on Shang Jing's avatar, his eyes full of smiles: Prodigal daughter-in-law.

In the afternoon, Cen Fino moved the two bedside tables to the balcony, and Shang Jing and Zhuang Qin painted and painted on them, and played for an afternoon.

At ten o'clock in the evening, He Jiang sent a message saying that he was off the high-speed rail.

The implication is that Shang Jing should cook dumplings for him.

Shang Jing got up from the bed and straightened the sheets. Well, He Jiang is going to bed tonight.

While standing by the pot and waiting for the water to boil, Shang Jing glanced at his apron and felt that it was too much like a virtuous licking a dog, so he quickly pulled the apron.

Ten minutes later, the dumplings were cooked, and He Jiang was still on the way.

Cooked early.

Shang Jing was embarrassed at the pot for a while, and gave dumplings to Cen Feinuo and Zhuang Qin for a late-night snack, which was well received.

Shang Jing waited, took the time to boil water again, finished dumplings, Shang Jing had nothing to do, realized that when he clicked on He Jiang's dialog box, he hurriedly switched out and opened another one.

It is the "Desperate Wife Alliance" group.

Shang Jing has nothing to say: @cenfenuomysterious girlfriend, Mr. Cen is pretty good.

The sauerkraut fish made is good for dinner, and he ate two bowls of rice at noon.

After a while, Cen Fino's mysterious girlfriend went online and replied: Yes! Mr. Cen is super nice! Good for friends too!

-Business View: Indeed.

-Cenfino Mystery Girlfriend: But...I think and he's not doing a good job, ah, I don't know what to say. Have you watched the live broadcast? He Jiang borrowed money from him to bet the last wife, and he and Yang Yue also helped cover it up. How, how can we cheat such a good wife together!

Shang Jing frowned, and suddenly remembered that when he watched He Jiang live to collect corn, the occasional "cheating his wife was so cool" flashed in the barrage, and he searched for relevant news suspiciously.

A minute later, Shang Jing's face darkened.

He Jiang clearly knew that he was playing game dishes, but he still watched him speak nonsense without reminding him! It was to let him go up on purpose to be embarrassed, and then he bet three thousand to prove that he was in control!

hateful! Backstabbing his wife, making her a joke for netizens.

The three friends tried to hide from the sky, but fortunately, he also has a wife alliance, one in the open and the other in the dark, and he is still superior.

Shang Jing stared at the boiling dumplings in the pot, clenched the spatula tightly, trying to pierce them all and let He Jiang drink the northwest wind.

Forget it, why can't you live with your own dumplings?

He Jiang didn't eat dinner, but waited for Shang Jing's love dumplings.

Running to the hotel room, he saw a plate of hot dumplings and vinegar on the table. Shang Jing propped his chin and sat beside him in a trance. The lights are warm and the scene is unbelievably warm.

He Jiang walked in calmly, sat down next to Shang Jing, and picked up chopsticks: "It's fragrant."

As soon as you smell the dumplings, you can tell that they are made according to my aunt's recipe. Shang Jing is quite talented when he is serious.

Shang Jing recovered from the thought of "how to get 2500 from Cen Fino decently", watching He Jiang eat dumplings, deliberately looking for trouble: "Didn't you say dogs don't eat?"

He Jiang reacted, the words "dogs don't eat" were the comments that Shang Jing made when he was cooking for the first time.

Hiss, there is no evidence of the dumping incident, and Shangjingbao's dumplings are so delicious, he can't tell.

He Jiang: "I was wrong last time."

Shang Jing: "You finally admit that you deliberately looked for trouble last time?"

Where can his top-quality beef and foie gras in water be so bad? Aren't dumplings also boiled in water?

He Jiang: "Dumplings are delicious, but..."

Shang Jing: "Thank you, without your evaluation, Teacher Cen also said it was delicious."

He Jiang cautiously said, "Did you send dumplings to Cen Fino?"

Shang Jing concealed the fact that the dumplings were cooked early: "Mr. Cen invited me to lunch, and I cooked supper for him, what's wrong."

He Jiang gritted his teeth: "There's nothing wrong."

It's not the first to eat it, I feel choked.

Shang Jing deliberately babbled: "People say it's delicious, but you bully your wife every day. Teacher Cen knows how to cook, and asks Zhuang Qin what he likes to eat, do you know that? Those who know how to cook are good men! Really! I envy his girlfriend."

Essential skills for perfection: Compare your boyfriend's weaknesses with other men's strengths.

The veins on He Jiang's forehead jumped, and he didn't need to dip in vinegar to eat dumplings. Shang Jing's words had the effect of pouring a vat of vinegar on his head.

"Is Cen Fino a good person? He still deceived you for two thousand five hundred and fifty today!"

I'm so pissed, how is the business dog different from the one on the phone? It's like a little liar who tricks honest people into working in a black kiln. His voice is sweet and nice, and he changes his face when he hangs up the phone.

After breaking the corn, you can hug a fluffy wife?