Gaining A Husband After a Memory Loss

The volume of the wooden box is basically equal to that of an upright piano, but Shangjing still gets the joy of unpacking a blind box.

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

The landlord heard the sound and came out to look, and said to Shang Jing: "It's so troublesome to move up and down. There is a small spare room on the first floor. If you don't mind, just move there to practice the piano."

"Okay! Thank you uncle."

After the piano and the stool were placed in the small room, there was basically only one aisle left, and even a two-meter bed could not be placed, but fortunately, a window was opened.

Shang Jing touched the mahogany shell of the piano. The texture was smooth and delicate, with some wear and tear visible. The keys had been struck countless times.

Shang Jing sat in front of the piano and tried to play a piece, and he unexpectedly won it. It was like a reunion with old friends, and he could recall every structure of this piano with his eyes closed.

He must have used this one to practice 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 nine to nine, and he would also go out during the day to play chess, play mahjong and practice the piano with his old neighbors. It can be during the day, but not at night.

Shang Jing: "Thank you uncle, three or four hours a day is enough for me, and I won't disturb you."

He set up the piano, and carried his clothes, which weighed thirty catties, upstairs.

The clothes were vacuumed and wrapped in three layers of waterproof bags. Shang Jing carefully cut open the packaging with scissors, for fear of accidentally tearing the clothes.

Down jacket, pajamas, jeans, sweater, long johns... All of a sudden they swelled up, reminding him that he needed a cloakroom.

The clothes are all new, exuding a faint soapy smell, obviously washed before sending.

Shang Jingyi folded the clothes into the cabinet, thinking that the clothes he bought before are also in line with the current aesthetics, and they are not outdated at all.No need to buy clothes this winter, saving a lot of money.

After tidying up the clothes, there was a box of underwear left.

Shang Jing opened the underwear box and was suddenly taken aback.

Are these underwear worn by decent people?Small video practitioners don't dress like this, do they?

Was this your style 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.

Specially spend money to get the domestic ones by sea, but they are more expensive, and I am reluctant to throw them away.

Shang Jing stroked the fabric and workmanship of the underwear, and the heat was immediately transferred from his fingertips to his face.It does look expensive, but...

Still the same question, why did he buy this before?

Fortunately, the package didn't arrive until after he moved out, otherwise, if he opened it in front of He Jiang, he would definitely be exploited.

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

He fell on the bed, scratching his head to log in to some old accounts, to see if He Jiang had contacted him.

Afraid that he will contact, but also afraid that he will not contact.

Shang Jing rolled on the bed, screaming with hunger. He glanced at the instant noodles piled on the table, and remembered He Jiang's breakfast for beginners.

Nothing tastes better than instant noodles.

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

"Why is there no less than ten yuan... that's right!"

Shang Jing hurriedly found a takeaway salesman from yesterday's harassing calls. Yesterday was so annoying that he even forgot to ask him which WeChat applet it was.

"A small program is for loving your wife's private kitchen, order early!"

Shangjing opened Aiwife's private kitchen. It just opened, and there are not many set meals to choose from, only five or six. He picked it up, and his mouth watered when he saw which ones, and finally chose the crab pot.

There should be only one crab back shell for the 9.9 crab pot.

The simple applet that He Jiang asked to develop overnight finally ushered in the first order today.

He Jiang packed a crab stew from the hotel, pressed his hat, and delivered food to his wife himself.

He went up to the sixth floor, said in a low voice, "The takeaway is here", and turned and went downstairs before Shangjing's footsteps approached the door.

Shangjing opened the door, only to see the figure of the delivery man hurrying down the stairs. Now is the rush hour for food delivery, so you can't expect the delivery man to wait for you to open the door.

He felt that this figure looked familiar.

This subtlety was left behind when he saw the full-bodied takeaway.

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

"Is it true that this wife-loving private kitchen won't lose money?"

Shang Jing stared at the sumptuous lunch, fearing that he would eat it up and go bankrupt.

The boss's investment skills are the same as when He Jiang invested in variety shows, and he doesn't care about the follow-up benefits at all.

The boss may be a cook. He doesn't want to make money. He cooks for his wife every day and at the same time donates love.

The lunch was so good that Shang Jing didn't have the nerve to go to the wool again at night.

He bought a stewpot worth a hundred yuan and cooked some multigrain porridge for dinner.

He Jiang who was waiting to continue delivering food: "..."

Cheap does not take advantage of the little fool.

Shangjing registered a Weibo account, followed Zhuang Qun first, and then secretly followed He Jiang. Before he could react, he checked all of He Jiang's Weibo.

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

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

【Eight o'clock tonight, live broadcast chicken, link...】

There are tens of thousands of comments in an instant.

"Draw four rows of fans?"

"If you're thinking about farting, you must be leading the merchant puppy to score points."

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo dog food again!"

"No way, I'm the only one who thinks they broke up after the variety show? They haven't interacted with each other anymore."

There is no chicken eating game on Shangjing’s mobile phone, so he quickly downloaded it, and when he logged in, he suddenly remembered that he had seen himself in He Jiang’s chicken eating friend. Back to this phone number.

At 07:30, Shang Jing squatted in the live broadcast room with his fans, watching the confession to He Jiang floating in the bullet screen, his eyes darkened for a moment.

Unexpectedly, He Jiang went online at 45:[-].

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

Shang Jing wore headphones, and his ears felt hot. After returning to China, he and He Jiang played games face to face, and the sound through the network cable made his cheeks numb.

He Jiang opened the friend list and stopped there.

"Shang Jing has returned to the United States. I'll come early to wait for whether he will be online today."

Xiaobei covered He Jiang's friend list with a cardboard, only revealing a friend ID at the top, the ID is gray, it is the WeChat account of the groupie's spare phone, it has been logged out now, and will never log in again.

Barrage:

[? ?Don't have an appointment?I also want to see Shang puppy's fancy way of death! 】

[He Jiang's tone seems to be that they had a fight. 】

[And it was Shang Xiaogou's unilateral cold war, and I feel sorry for He Gou for a second. 】

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

Only He Jiang himself knew that his eyes had been fixed on the old number below, the number that he thought would never go online again after the business scene was changed.

His live broadcast of the game has been previewed, and it is on the hot search. Shang Xiaogou has a big appetite for food, so he must have touched the live broadcast room, lurking among the huge fan base.

Shang Jing stared at the game app, poking around with his fingers. He Jiang was waiting for him to play the game. If he didn't play, He Jiang would match someone else, ahhhhh...

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

He Jiang looked at the camera casually: "If Shang Puppy doesn't play the game today—"

He paused for a moment, as if he was thinking of some effective threat, a dark light flashed in his eyes, but he said lightly, "I won't play with you anymore."

Business scene: "!!!"

Don't know the time difference in the United States!Can't he be sleeping at this time!

He hesitated again and again, thinking of his embarrassment, finally gritted his teeth and didn't go online.

Arrived at eight.

He Jiang sneered in her heart, "I didn't come."

I don't know what color sack the Shang puppy likes.

Click Match, click Settings, and turn off all sound effects, including teammate voices.

[Why mute, is there any metaphysical reasoning? 】

[Probably to show the real technology...]

Millions of people followed He Jiang and pressed the match button, hoping to be matched with He Jiang. After the countdown ended, two of the three passers-by matched by He Jiang had game IDs related to "He Jiang".

The two fans parachuted with He Jiang and confessed frantically in the team chat box.

He Jiang responded simply: "Thank you for your likes."

The four of them landed in a housing area, and No. [-] with the ID "Weai He Jiang" did not go to search for supplies by himself, but followed He Jiang all the time.

There are limited supplies in a room, and basically nothing can be picked up after following the skilled workers.

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

"Only Love He Jiang" didn't pick up the gun, except to follow He Jiang and type in the chat box.

"The male god protects me!"

"Borrow my brother's account. I don't know how to pick up guns. I just played games."

"I'm better at playing games than business people."

"Where are we going?"

The barrage was densely packed.

[Tea talk tea talk. 】

[Laughing, you still don’t know how to pick up guns, we are playing the same game?This game picks up automatically! 】

Wei Ai He Jiang: "Shang Jing went to the United States, did you break up? Congratulations to my brother for becoming single again! I set up a lottery to open Weibo after breaking up!"

"Business scene is too pretentious, it's not suitable for you."

[? ? ?Are you too blind?Do you really take yourself seriously? 】

[Fuck, fuck, He Jiang pinched the grenade! 】

[Blow him up! 】

[It's comfortable. 】

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

Bang!Whoa!

The grenade and Molotov cocktail exploded at He Jiang's feet, announcing death and exiting the game.

Of course He Jiang would not blow up passers-by teammates, he sent himself away.

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

"Let's change to a live broadcast of eating chicken, and today we will make white-cut chicken."

Holding the phone in his arms, Shang Jing stared blankly at the live broadcast of the game, which turned into a late-night delicacy.He Jiang probably didn't want to expose the privacy of the villa, so the background of cooking today is not the kitchen at home, I don't know which house it is in.

He Jiang: "I learned the white-cut chicken dipping sauce from Zhuang Qu's mother. If you want to learn it, you should start taking notes."

While making it, he answered the question in the barrage: "Will you make it for Shang Jing in the future? No."

"Because he's not online today."

Shang Jing, who was drinking porridge at night, swallowed 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 eye and lively.He Jiang's fingers were slender and strong, and the apron outlined the thin male dog's waist just right.

Barrage: "I'm hungry, I'm hungry for your body".

Shang Jing: "..." He is also greedy... No, he is greedy for chicken for nothing!

He suddenly remembered that the menu of "Love Wife's Private Kitchen" also has boiled chicken.

He was greedy this time, and the delivery man will come later and give the money to the boss.

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

During He Jiang's live broadcast, her phone vibrated, and she received an order message from Shangjing's mini program.

He almost laughed angrily.

He finished the white-cut chicken slowly, poured the sauce on it, packed it, and then... went downstairs to deliver the food.

He rented a place 500 meters away from Shangjing.

In less than 3 minutes, He Jiang appeared at the door of Shangjing.

The window of the bathroom in the room is on the side facing the stairs, and you can see the faint water vapor inside when you stand at the door.

He Jiang's fingers holding the food suddenly clenched tightly, fuck, I don't want to be human anymore.

Shang puppy, you'd better dress tight and open the door.

Shang Jing bathed and washed for half an hour, and after drying, he realized that he had been checking He Jiang's Weibo all afternoon, and followed the live broadcast at night, and forgot one important thing——

Did not buy serious underwear.

He wraps up his bathrobe, lost in thought.

Should you go out and buy those weird underpants, or go out without them?

Tuk Tuk.

"takeout."

The crisp knock on the door brought Shang Jing back to his senses, his eyes suddenly lit up, yes, he can call for errands.

Shang Jing thought for a while, the delivery guy at this point shouldn't be very busy, he can definitely ask the little brother outside to help, and he can save the commission by not placing the order through the platform!

The smell of white-cut chicken dipping sauce can't be blocked by the iron door, and Shangjing opened the door: "Thank you, brother, do you have errands? Help me buy a box of underwear——"