Gaining A Husband After a Memory Loss

Shang Jing changed the subject: "Are you staying up all night tonight, eat more."

He Jiang picked up a leek dumpling for Shang Jing: "Come on, go to sleep in my room when you're full, don't stay here."

Shang Jing: "I'm not sleepy, I want to watch you filming. Why didn't you tell me when you were filming a night scene, I won't send messages during the day to affect your sleep."

He Jiang always responded to his messages in seconds, except in the middle of filming, He Jiang would also hand over his mobile phone to his assistant.

Shangjing finished sending the message in one second, and the assistant would contact him in the next second to say that He Jiang was filming. How many minutes would it take.

The sense of security is enough, but Shang Jing will feel sorry for He Jiang in turn.

Shang Jing took He Jiang's hand and carefully looked at his thumb, the light was dim, Shang Jing took a closer look, but couldn't find the frostbite.

Did he really miss it?

Shang Jing pressed the small tube in the pocket of the down jacket, and he even went to the dermatology department to prescribe frostbite ointment.

And the doctor didn't see it was fake.

He Jiang withdrew her hand: "I said it was the makeup artist's handwriting, you don't believe it."

Shang Jing glared at him: "You always lie to me, you have no credibility, understand."

The air was so cold that he would spit out a cloud of white air without saying a word.

Shang Jing's cheeks were reddish from the cold, like the last apple on a branch.

He Jiang opened the coat of the army coat, wrapped it around Shang Xiaogou and rubbed it hard: "I have no credibility? Are you afraid of another person pointing a gun at you?"

Shang Jing stuck close to He Jiang, and said honestly, "I'm afraid."

In the mobile game Eat Chicken, shooting at teammates will not cause damage to teammates. In group melee, most players will directly shoot a shuttle of bullets, but He Jiang will not. Even if the enemy is close to Shang Jing, he will never Shooting at the business scene, he cared for his wife in every detail.

He Jiang sighed: "My wife really loves me."

Shang Jing: "What are you talking about!"

The short 15 minutes passed quickly and twelve minutes later, He Jiang returned to the topic: "You go to my room to warm the bed."

Shang Jing: "Don't..."

He Jiang kissed the corner of his eyes: "You are too sleepy to keep your eyes open."

Shang Jing said wittily: "You guys must be shooting later when you are filming, right? I won't be sleepy after listening to it."

He Jiang said "hehe": "You are quite self-aware. Xiaobei, come in."

Xiaobei pushed open the door and came in: "Boss?"

He Jiang: "Send Shang Jing back to my dormitory."

Shang Jing wanted to say something more, but He Jiang threatened: "Do you want to go back to the dormitory to sleep, or let me book a ticket for you?"

Shang Jing walked out cursing, and wanted to wrong the good guy: "Don't dare to let me watch the next emotional scene, right?"

He Jiang smiled and did not refute.

There is no emotional scene tonight. The highlight of He Jiang and other actors is the ambush at night. Your teeth will be frozen off. There will be wind and snow, but it will not be romantic.

After Shang Jing returned, he quickly got into He Jiang's bed and warmed the bed.

Speaking of which, after he regained his memory, the two of them slept in the same bed only once, and tomorrow will be the second time.

Last time... don't mention it.

Shang Jing quickly fell asleep and set an alarm clock for himself at five o'clock, because He Jiang finished work at five o'clock.

At four o'clock in the morning, the work on the set came to an end. Today's filming went surprisingly smoothly. The big scenes were all over at once. Everyone hurriedly said good morning, and went to catch up on sleep.

There are no insects chirping at night in winter, and if there is no wind, it can be said that everything is quiet.

He Jiang went to bed lightly, and as soon as he lifted the quilt, the warm heat came over his face, like the bread just baked in the bakery, it was fragrant and hot, He Jiang hugged the Shangjing small bread, couldn't help it sigh.

Is this the feeling of my wife's money on the kang? It's too good.

If he could hug Shang Jing after every filming, He Jiang would be able to do it all year round.

He Jiang also just thought about how Shang Jing could do the job of an assistant, and he just worked hard to film and buy a million-dollar piano for his wife.

He Jiang reached for the phone next to Shang Jing's pillow, unlocked it, and canceled the alarm clock in one go.

There is not enough heating in the room, and you can clearly feel the wind blowing in when you move the quilt.The sudden coldness made Shang Jing shrink back under the blanket subconsciously, and after being hugged by He Jiang forcibly, he slipped into Leng Yuan's arms again.

Pulling the quilt with both hands, I finally found a warm place, found a comfortable angle, and stopped moving.

At seven o'clock in the morning, when it was the prescribed wake-up time for exam preparation, Shang Jing naturally woke up.

He looked at the sky light exposed through the crack of the door, then at He Jiang who was using himself as a pillow, and struggled to get up.

Pressing his palm, he realized that he had covered He Jiang's abdominal muscles as a hand warmer for two hours.

No wonder he dreams of showing off the hand warmer to Zhuang Qun who is filming, and asks him to place an order too.

It feels really good in the hand, but it will make you look like a hooligan.

Shang Jing's cheeks were flushed, he took out his palm and patted his face, and then found... the palm of his hand was hotter than his face, just touching it made his mouth dry.

He didn't forget that He Jiang was angry to get up, so he patiently wrestled with him for 10 minutes before freeing himself without waking He Jiang up.

He Jiang didn't go to bed until five o'clock, so she didn't have to eat breakfast, and she could have lunch at twelve o'clock.

The weather is cold, and the takeaway is easy to get cold. The crew hired a chef to cook the meals uniformly, so as to ensure that they can have hot food after each scene.

Shang Jing strolled to the back kitchen to see what to eat today.

Everyone in the crew knew that He Jiang had a boyfriend. No matter what the last scene was, he would become a wife-loving madman in the next scene, chatting remotely with Shang Jing.

The contacts are all celebrities, and it's not new to have one more business scene. At most, I feel that I can't believe the news on the Internet. The relationship between these two people is too good.

The chef in charge of the spoon rolled his eyelids when he saw Shang Jing: "Haggis soup will take 10 minutes."

Shang Jing: "No, I just came to see if I can cook by myself."

Chef: "Are you interested in cooking?"

Shang Jing paused, but he couldn't say he was interested, he just felt that He Jiang was filming to support his family, and it seemed unreasonable not to do something serious when he was idle.

"I'm not good at cooking... I'm afraid I'll cause you trouble."

The chef was very enthusiastic: "Come, come, I will teach you how to make seafood stewed rice."

"It's very simple. First stir-fry the cabbage, fried peanuts, dried seafood, and bacon with onion, ginger, and garlic, then pour the soaked raw rice on top, cover the pot and simmer for four to 10 minutes, and finally stir-fry evenly."

The chef taught Shang Jing how to make a pot by hand, poured his money into the professor, and said, "This pot is for group B who get up early, around ten o'clock, and then prepare for group A...that is, your husband's group."

"Is it simple?"

The business nods: "Simple."

The chef solemnly handed over the big spoon to Shang Jing: "I'll give you a chance to try it out. You will cook the next pot. It doesn't matter if you mess up. There is also porridge. Group A just woke up and most people can drink it." Porridge."

"The advantage of you being in charge of the spoon is that you can add whatever your husband likes to eat, and don't add anything your husband doesn't like. I'm not good at cooking and talking to celebrities."

The chef pointed to a side dish in the kitchen: "Add whatever you want."

"Master, what about you?"

The chef whispered: "I'm sleepy, I'm sleeping next door, please help, call me if you need anything."

"Oh, okay, you have a good rest." The chef has been busy all day in order to ensure that there is hot food in the kitchen at any time, and it is really hard.

Shang Jing quickly recalled the main points and thought it was OK, and at ten o'clock, he began to operate.

Everything went well. When putting in the ingredients, Shang Jing held up the spatula and thought about it.

The seafood stewed rice was a bit greasy. When He Jiang got up in the morning, it would be better to eat some whole grains first. He searched around, cut three purple potatoes and put them in for a stew.

Three or ten minutes later, Shang Jing lifted the lid of the pot through a damp cloth, trying to scoop up the purple potatoes first.

"Xiaojing..." He Jiang approached, looking energetic.

Shang Jing put the lid back on the pot and heated it up.

"What are you cooking?" He Jiang walked over and lifted the lid of the pot, then was stunned for a moment, "This is...?"

Why does this pot of rice seem to be poisoned?Blue and purple.

Shang Jing said innocently: "I just put a few purple sweet potatoes in order to borrow some firepower."

Who knew that purple sweet potatoes would be so dyed, the rice was no longer crystal clear, and the peanuts seemed to be foaming at the mouth.

but!Seafood braised rice still has a particularly strong taste, it just doesn't look good.

He Jiang: "Very well done."

While talking, the fat director rushed in, "I'm starving to death, what's for lunch? Hiss... won't this pot be poisoned?"

Shang Jing hid behind He Jiang in shame.

He Jiang looked at ease: "I did it, do you have any opinions?"

When the director saw Shang Jing behind He Jiang, he immediately understood that on the first day of his wife's arrival, He Jiang could get up early to cook for Shang Jing even if he stayed up all night. OK

"I don't think your cooking skills are like this in variety shows. Are you used to using big iron pots?"

He Jiang: "One more thing, you basically bid farewell to this pot of rice."

"Eat, eat, eat, I will eat even if it is poisoned to death." The director took the bowl and chopsticks and shoveled it down, and a big corner of the stewed rice was missing.

He Jiang then filled two bowls and went to the lounge to eat with Shang Jing.

"It's delicious, thank you wife."

Shang Jing blushed, "It's not a variety show, don't call it that."

He Jiang: "Can't you? But you promised me to do wedding business before."

Shang Jing suddenly turned his head: "What?"

He Jiang kindly explained: "In the memory you lost, you have promised to help me get back the money I posted over the years."

Shang Jing: "How can you take what Amnesia said seriously? Didn't you cancel it?"

These words seem like scumbags, but what Shang Jing wanted to say was that He Jiangming knew that he had misunderstood and would force the marriage, so why not just perfunctory.

He Jiang put on a straight face: "Why, you want to escape marriage?"

Shang Jing: "No...that's just, why did you organize the wedding so easily?"

You and Cen Fei Nuo are worthy of wearing a pair of pants.

He Jiang: "Is it easy? I tried my best to ask my wife to extend the marriage period by four months, but... you said that you won't have time to prepare for the exam in the future, so you have to get married immediately."

Shang Jing lowered his head in shame, the way he forced the marriage...like an idiot.

He Jiang played with him, and played too much, aren't you afraid that he will recover his memory and run away?Such a big star, can he afford to lose this person?

He Jiang squeezed his face with both hands: "Why do you have to be perfunctory? I am very happy. I just want to use the wedding to trap you. Even if we don't have a marriage certificate, the whole world knows that you are married. I don't think anyone has eyes. .”

"overbearing."

Shang Jing quickly took two mouthfuls of purple paella, his cheeks puffed up and his eyelashes twinkled.

He Jiang: "Think about it, let's hold a wedding, we used to be popular with me, pretending to be a celebrity we know very well, should we give some money?"

Shang Jing: "That's right."

He Jiang: "Would it be nice to collect money from your imaginary rival?"

Shangjing: "Cool."

He Jiang: "Then you agreed?"

"Well……"

Seeing the business scene, He Jiang just sat down and ate, and didn't raise any objections, knowing that the wedding was secure.

I want to increase my capital by 2000 million immediately.

He got up early, and only he and the director woke up in group A who stayed up all night. The director still woke up hungry, and he probably had to go back to bed soon.

In the two hours more free than the others, He Jiang opened the address book and called one by one.

"The schedule for March next year is vacant."

"I don't know the exact date. I'll ask Master to count it as an auspicious day."

"Notify you in advance."

"You single dog knows what the process is."

"Uncle, we plan to hold a wedding in March next year. You are in Australia, so of course we should let you know in advance."

"Mom, last time the daughter of the Wang family held a wedding, how do you count the days?"

Shang Jing couldn't eat anymore, after He Jiang finished calling his mother, he grabbed his mobile phone, "Calm down."

How dare you say that nonsense request for a month to be vacated, anyway, let's fix the date first.

Ding ding—the phone vibrates.

He Jiang: "It must have come to ask me if ten days is enough for my schedule."

Shang Jing pressed the answer button without looking at the words.

Over there: "Wedding—"

Shang Jing: "I'm sorry, don't mess with He Jiang, the wedding is not over yet."

He was stunned for a moment, and Papa He said, "It's not over?"

The old father just wanted to ask He Jiang if he would invite the company's top management. Anyway, He Jiang has the name of vice president in the company.

Shang Jing was taken aback, covered his mouth and threw the phone to He Jiang.

Why do you keep changing your dad's note!

Last time it was the small boss of a certain development site, this time it was the president of a certain shopping mall.

He Jiang answered the phone: "Dad, don't worry, it's over in March. If you have time, help me see how to get the invitations from the Seventh Aunt and the Eighth Aunt."

Shang Jing stared at He Jiang and hung up the phone before saying, "What kind of remarks are you making? Are you deliberately waiting to trick me?"

He Jiang: "This is my dad's busy career recently. My mother said that I don't care enough about the expansion of my family's business. I don't know my own dad as well as the dad in the script. I can also carefully figure out the psychology of the characters. She asked me to seriously understand Mr. He's work."

Shang Jing: "Is that how you know?"

He Jiang shook the phone: "How clear at a glance?"

Shang Jing didn't want to touch He Jiang's phone recently: "Take it away, thank you."

This time, how scary.

He Jiang: "Blame me, I'll change my father now."

The time between the two of them always passed quickly, and the shooting started in the afternoon until the wee hours of the morning.

Shang Jing ordered He Jiang to take a nap and was also asked to warm the bed.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep for a while, turned over and stared at He Jiang's deep and handsome features.

The wedding is about to be held, do you want to have a simple proposal ceremony?

We are all men, and Shang Jing never thought who must do this matter, the result is certain, and the process is the same for whoever will go through it.

He Jiang has been busy recently, so it would be nice if he came.

Life needs little surprises, and simple rituals need the unexpected.

Two days later, one of He Jiang's assistants came from City S to replace Cai Minmin, who was on her annual leave early.

He conveniently brought a box ordered by Shang Jing, and he found it after searching for a long time in the villa area, Shang Jing told him not to open it.

The assistant didn't know what it was, but Shang Jing ordered two men's plain rings at the counter in S City, and asked him to bring them over.

It's probably all about the proposal.

That night, Shang Jing dressed more formally and waited for He Jiang to come back under the quilt.

He Jiang's scene happened to be filmed at eleven o'clock, and as soon as he came back, he went to bed, sucked the merchant's puppy, and was full of energy.

Shang Jing pushed He Jiang away like a big dog licking a small dog, and cleared his throat: "I have something for you."

Looking at Shang Jing's expression, He Jiang couldn't help but look forward to it.

Shang Jing has never said so formally what he will give him, and he still regrets the birthday cake he missed last time.

Shang Jing mysteriously took out something from under the quilt: "Look!"

He Jiang's moved expression disappeared when he saw the skull.

He remembered this ugly skull. It was in the "Before Marriage" variety show. When the show crew asked them to knead clay in a handicraft workshop, Shang Jing rejected his proposal as a couple decoration and made a skull for himself.

After it was fired, the program team sent it home, it was very white, anyway, He Jiang never saw it again.

Film Emperor He tried his best to adjust his expression. After all, it was also made by Shang Jing himself, and the meaning of handwork is more important than anything else.

When he was about to gladly accept a long kiss in return, Shang Jing frowned: "What are you doing in a daze, open it."

It was only then that He Jiang discovered that the white porcelain was not complete, and there was another gap in the middle.

When he opened it and saw what was inside, he froze for a moment.

Shang Jing blushed and said, "When I squeezed this skull, didn't you say that you really wanted to see what's inside my head?"

"Here, let me show you, this is it."

I want to marry you.

He Jiang's eyes turned slightly red, and she took out two rings from her skull, after a while, she took Shang Jing's left hand, and slowly put one of the smaller rings on Shang Jing's ring finger.

"Put me on."

Shang Jing was puzzled: "Can I wear a ring when filming?"

He Jiang: "Put it on first, I don't care about that much."

Shang Jing held the ring and put it on for He Jiang with a blushing face.

He Jiang coaxed: "Call out to my husband and listen."

Shang Jing hugged He Jiang's waist, buried in his arms and warned: "Don't push yourself too far."

He has a little bit of mother tongue shame about being called hubby.

He Jiang hugged Tiantian's wife, and closed her eyes hard.

Fuck, if it wasn't for leaving the first time to my wife for medical treatment, I would have been doing business puppies a hundred and eighty times in the past few days.