Gaining A Husband After a Memory Loss

Here comes the question, will He Jiang agree to make their relationship public?

A marriage that was precariously on the verge of divorce, if he dared to propose, He Jiang would probably divorce immediately.

The store looked at the mobile phone, and among the gaudy headlines of the shocking party, I saw a "How to start a celebrity's love affair made public".

He clicked in and looked at ten lines at a glance. Some were photographed kissing through the window by the paparazzi, some were directly condemned by an angry girlfriend for looking for a mistress, some were photographed drying their children’s clothes on the balcony, and there were food photos taken late at night. , I accidentally reflected my girlfriend's face on the spoon and forgot to p off...

It can be said that it is not difficult to disclose the relationship. He can even directly register a Weibo account, and then get He Jiang's mobile phone in the name of Cha Gang, and use He Jiang's Weibo @自己, three seconds to get it done.

The important thing is to make He Jiang willing, and then bring him to make money together.

Shang Jing thought about the current dire relationship between him and He Jiang, and felt a little headache. If he had found out earlier that rubbing He Jiang's traffic was more profitable than divorce, he would not have done so.

He opened a file, listed all the variety shows that combined couples, and found business quotations from various Gada marketing accounts, which ones were higher and which ones, and made a preliminary file.

After he modified it, he casually put it in He Jiang's study to see his reaction.

If He Jiang's heart is moved, then there is no need for him to do extra things.

The subway arrived at the station, and the crowd got off the bus. Without thinking about it, Shang Jing hurriedly put his mobile phone in his pocket, got up and went out. After exiting the subway entrance, he realized that he had made a mistake at the station. There were still a few stops away from He Jiang Community .

As far as the eye can see, they are all old and shabby, the house is older than him, and the appearance is a bit mottled, which is very different from the bright and beautiful single-family luxury villas in the He Jiang villa area.

Shang Jing was stunned for a while, then raised his foot to walk inside, and finally stopped in front of the house number No. 62, alley like a ghost.

This is a small three-story building with a red brick structure, exuding the simplicity of the last century.

"My dear son, this will be our home from now on! Dad has prepared a separate room for you, and there are surprises..."

……

"Can you go away! Mom has already sold this house! Your father is gone, what's the point of living here?"

"Mom, don't sell it, okay? Mom, I love you, don't sell it, okay? I want to sleep on the small wooden bed my father made for me..."

The crying sound of a child hugging the door frame, penetrated more than ten years, and suddenly came to the ears clearly.

The cold wind blew, and the cheeks and neck felt cool. Shang Jing raised his hand and wiped it, tears streaming down his face unconsciously.

The sudden fragments of memory, like a sudden autumn rain, drenched the business scene.

Shang Jing wiped the corners of his eyes, and saw clearly that the black shadow in front of him was the shadow cast by the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus lingered in the air, rich and fragrant.

When you smell sweet-scented osmanthus, you will be homesick.

This is his childhood home, and it was sold about 16 years ago when the housing price was not high.

Memory is always strange, as if determined to recover from childhood.Shang Jing couldn't help worrying whether it would take 16 years before he remembered the scene where he and He Jiang received the certificate.

Shang Jing suddenly had the urge to buy this house, whether it was to commemorate his father or to remember his childhood.

He took a step closer to the door and found something stuck on the door, so he quickly turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone to illuminate it.

"House For Sale", total price...

Shang Jing squinted his eyes, making sure he read it correctly, it was 5000 million.

"..."

People always have dreams, what if He Jiang agrees to do business with him?

Shang Jing took a picture of the sale information and walked back with his head down, completely devastated by the price.

He is too poor to even ride the subway.

Shang Jing walked all the way home, always thinking about how to earn 100 million.

Compared with 5000 million, 100 million is like drizzle.

……

He Jiang had dinner in the old house before leaving. There were many cousins ​​in the family. Hearing that He Jiang had a relationship, he asked him when the wedding would be held and whether he would make it public to the media at that time... It was like a press conference.

He Jiang could only explain to them that this was an oolong.

When I drove home, the sky was completely dark, and the temperature in S City continued to drop, entering the real autumn, and I had to wear long sleeves and a coat when I went out.

He Jiang was about to enter the garage, when suddenly he saw a familiar figure walking around the corner, carrying a backpack, walking slowly towards the house.

He heard Shang Jing say that he was going to be a tutor, judging by his current expression, tutoring must be very tiring.Thinking about it, the only ones who need tutoring during the day on Tuesday are preschool children. He Jiang has been in contact with children of this age.

The phone vibrated, showing that my cousin was calling.

"Hey."

"My aunt has been praising your daughter-in-law today. It seems that she really likes it. You let him go back and spend more time with my aunt when he has time."

He Jiang: "I repeat, she is not my wife."

Cousin: "Okay, he's not the best, let's make up a few brothers, each of us contributes some money, and invite your friend Shang Jing to talk to my aunt, what do you think?"

He Jiang: "Not very good."

The cousin was surprised: "Isn't my aunt your favorite aunt?!"

He Jiang: "Then why don't you contribute your daughter-in-law?"

Sitting in the car, he watched Shang Jing walk home step by step through the car window, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitched, how did such a delicate Shang puppy spend a day under his aunt's hands?

There was a stream of tenderness in He Jiang's eyes, but her words were completely cold: "It's our business to be filial to my aunt, don't talk about other people."

The cousin struggled: "Didn't I give the money? Ten thousand a day, okay?"

He Jiang raised her eyebrows: "I'm short of this money?"

In the old house.

Papa, the phone hung up, the cousin stared at the phone in a daze, and complained in a low voice: "Aren't you inconsistent in what you say? It's not your daughter-in-law, your money has something to do with him?"

Another young man patted his cousin on the shoulder: "I said earlier not to mention it to He Jiang, and I would never agree. You are stupid, if He Jiang is really careless, how can Shang Jing have the opportunity to talk nonsense in front of his aunt? Who do you think He Jiang is?"

Cousin: "I didn't see that He Jiang had repeatedly stated that they were okay, so I wanted to try hiring someone."

It looks like something.

The actor's mouth, a deceitful ghost, it's better to prepare some money early.

Shang Jing's throat was full of smoke all day long. After drinking a glass of honey grapefruit water, he hurried back to the room. If he wanted to change the status quo, he had to make a plan first, and He Jiang was moved after reading it.

He went to the study first, looked through He Jiang's documents, especially those with the studio logo on them, and memorized the format above, then went back to the room to take pictures of cats and tigers, and made a similar one.

"It's very beautiful." Shang Jing picked up the empty glass and went out to pour water, just in time to see He Jiang enter the room.

"No one asked about brain supplementation today, right?" Shang Jing asked.

"Don't worry, no." He Jiang took a step closer, and pressed her index finger and thumb on the position of Shangjing's vocal cords, "What's wrong with your voice? Have you caught a cold?"

Shang Jing: "I've talked too much."

When getting along with children, you must keep talking and provide full emotions, otherwise the little kid will immediately feel bored and walk away.

He was exhausted.

He Jiang: "Be careful, how can you sing if your vocal cords are damaged?"

Shang Jing slowly closed his mouth tightly, so he can sing?It's no wonder that when I'm taking a bath, I can hum a few high and low pitches at will.

"I see."

He Jiang thought about it and thought it was wrong. Shangjing's pronunciation is professional, no matter how difficult it is to take care of a child, he will not become hoarse in a day, don't just catch a cold outside and not know it.

He Jiang touched his forehead: "Do you have a cold?"

Shang Jing felt alive and kicking: "No! I still have something to do. You cook dumplings today."

He Jiang was a little speechless, as long as the two of them were at home, there would be dumplings every day, the difference was dipping in tomato sauce or vinegar.

Although the dumplings made by Shangjingbao are good, you have to change the taste

Seeing that Shang Jing was tired all day, He Jiang was a little soft-hearted, rubbed the car key, and said, "Why don't we eat today—"

It's cold, go out to eat hot pot or homemade food?

Shang Jing is very busy: "If you don't have time, just eat dumplings!"

If you want him to cook, there is no way.

He ran into the house, worked overtime, went out and brought in a bowl of dumplings, and changed them while eating.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Shang Jing finally finished the proposal, sneakily went to the study to print it out, bound it, and put it on He Jiang's desk.

Those on the left have never read it, and those on the right have read it. Shang Jing put the proposal in the second pile on the left.

"The clothes are perfect." Shang Jing clapped his hands, feeling a little thirsty, and went to the kitchen to pour water, and saw He Jiang wearing a bathrobe after taking a shower, pouring milk.

Shang Jing frowned: "Going to bed so early?"

He Jiang: "What?"

Shang Jing: "You are so popular and you have opened a studio, shouldn't you have too many things to do? I see that there are so many documents in the study, why don't you go and have a look?"

He Jiang: "I'm on vacation now."

Shang Jing blinked, how can I make money to buy a house when you are on vacation, Yin Yang said strangely: "What about your self-motivation? Don't care about your career fan?"

He Jiang: "Do you know what you look like now?"

Shang Jing: "What?"

He Jiang: "The little daughter-in-law who despises her husband for not being motivated."

Shang Jing whispered: "If you don't make progress, you won't let people talk about it."

Men can't be said to be unmotivated, He Jiang raised her hands in surrender, and handed him the milk: "All right, all right, I'll go to work right away."

Looking at He Jiang's back, Shang Jing nervously sipped his milk, wondering if he could see his plan tonight.

He was terribly curious, but he also knew what to say, He Jiang would be suspicious if he talked too much, and haste makes waste.

Shang Jing finished his milk and forced himself to go to sleep.

When he woke up the next day, He Jiang was gone, leaving a message on WeChat to go to work.

Shang Jing slipped into the study, dumbfounded.

There are two piles of documents on the desk. What was yesterday is what it is today.

He looked angrily at the untouched documents in the study, and he was sure that He Jiang must have been the kind of scumbag who tricked his parents into doing homework in the study when he was a child, but ended up reading comics.

Shang Jing swallowed expressionlessly, and found that his throat was a little sore, and he still had a nasal sound.

He Jiang's crow's mouth told him he had a cold.

Shang Jing had no choice but to call the parents, saying that he had a cold and was afraid of infecting the children, so he asked for a day off.

A day's wages were lost, which made the family that was not well-off even worse.Shang Jing frowns and swallows cold medicine. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a sack of brain supplements next to him, and his eyes suddenly light up.

These are things that belong to him completely. They can't be eaten up. Can they be sold?

This box ranges from hundreds to thousands, and he sells it at a discount for mutual benefit.

Shang Jing took out a large tablecloth, folded it and put it in his schoolbag, then picked up the health care products and prepared to go out to sell them.

"Go to a place with a lot of old people..." After passing the security room, Shang Jing stopped and asked the security guard, "Where are the most old people now?"

The big security guard remembered him, and said unambiguously: "People's Park, take the No. 11 bus when you go out, and you will be there in two stops. Retired old men and women put it there for morning exercises."

Shang Jing: "Thank you, brother, I'll treat you to dinner when I come back."

The security captain remembered He Jiang's instructions, and asked casually, "What are you going to do?"

Shang Jing: "There are so many health care products that I can't finish, I plan to sell them."

"Oh, it's a good thing to save some money." The security captain waved his hand and warned loudly, "There are the most people before ten o'clock, you have to hurry up."

Shang Jing: "Okay."

Ten minutes later, the security captain and the security chief looked at each other, wondering what was wrong, "Can health care products be sold on the street?"

Brother Security: "I don't think I've seen it before."

Captain: "Do you have Mr. Shang's phone number?"

"No……"

The captain hurriedly dug out the owner's address book, called He Jiang, and only after three calls did anyone answer.

"Mr. He, I'm in the security office. I saw Mr. Shang carrying a bag of medicine out this morning. He said he couldn't finish it and sold it in People's Park. I looked at him as if he was selling without a license?"

"I left the door half an hour ago."

"Yes, People's Park."

He Jiang was in a hurry, and Shang Jing couldn't get through on the phone. He asked someone to check if anyone was arrested for selling drugs without a license today. He felt that he was going to visit Shang Jing at the police station one step later.

"The meeting has been cancelled, and now I will go with you to People's Park to find business opportunities. Lin Lin and I will enter through the east gate, and you will enter through the west gate."

He Jiang parked the car in the parking lot of the park and ran all the way into the park. Because of his status, he couldn't even shout.

In the morning, the studio was full of elderly people, and the more elderly people there were, the more impatient He Jiang was, fearing that the space would be sold out.Many of my aunt's imported medicines are not qualified to be sold in China at all.

After running along the cobblestone road for 10 minutes, he finally saw a familiar figure by the lake, sitting on a big rock with a bag of things thrown at his feet.

He Jiang let go of her heart, walked over quickly, lit up, and said in a low voice: "When you think about it, you think about it, can you stop for a while? If you have a brain, you don't need it. It's fun, isn't it?"

Shang Jing was looking at the ducks in the lake, when he was suddenly yelled at, reacted, and defended: "I'm not a fool, of course I know whether Baidu can sell it."

When he arrived at the park, he was a little apprehensive looking at the majestic grandpa and aunt, and his eagerness to make money cooled down a little. He thought of what his aunt said "you can't eat too much", and he had never seen a roadside stall selling medicine, so he checked first. Check whether the health care products can be set up on the street.

Query result: The security brigade is on its way.

Just after checking, the phone is dead and turned off.I had too many things on my mind yesterday, so I fell asleep without plugging in the charging head.

Shang Jing, who failed to start a business, sighed heavily. Although most of the supplements he brought were supplements, for safety reasons, he should not sell them, so he had to drag the sack around.

He Jiang sent a message to the people in the studio, telling them to go back, then sat next to Shang Jing, and said with a smile: "Want to make money?"

Shang Jing: "Oh."

You are quite proud that your wife is short of money.

He Jiang: "The plan you put on my desk..."

Shang Jing blushed suddenly, and stammered, "I don't know what plan, don't slander people!"

He Jiang smiled: "'Shang Jing is smart, handsome, can play the piano, sing, make dumplings, can go out of the hall and into the kitchen, and He Jiang is a match made in heaven, after research, it is the most popular CP mode' This sentence is not written by you ?Um?"

Shang Jing: "..." Why did you recite it?