"You can tear it up." Shang Jing provoked He Jiang's authority, stopped when it was appropriate, and took a step back with his trousers tight, "You bought it anyway, I don't feel bad about it."

Seeing that He Jiang was not afraid at all, the blue veins on his forehead throbbed violently.

Relying on the injury, let him play hard, right? It used to be nice to talk about, but now it's more serious when you change your actions, right?

He Jiang's eyes slowly shifted from his glowing white legs to his not-so-smart head.

Shang Jing felt that there was a cold gleam of the blade scraping against his calf, and there were small shivering spots on his skin.

Could it be that He Jiang was so perverted that he ripped off his shorts?

Or should you be cowardly? Keep your pants tight.

He Jiang let out a light breath.

That's it.

What can you do with a person whose head gets wet in the rain?

He Jiang let go of his hand: "Are you very energetic?"

Shang Jing frowned, his intuition was bad, and he said, "I'm not strong, I'm sleepy."

He Jiang grabbed his hand, pulled him back, and said with a sneer, "Since you are full of energy, you can move your muscles and bones to help heal your injuries."

"You can't eat and live for free, right? Starting tomorrow, you will take care of the hygiene of the home. You will cook three meals a day, and you will water the flowers and plants outside the door."

The business scene stiffened for a while, and sure enough, it will come sooner or later. Listen to this natural tone, everything... everything matches the diary. Is he going to clean the floor for He Jiang's laundry and cooking again?

Shang Jing did not move: "I will try."

He couldn't act too different from before, He Jiang had already suspected it once today.

Take your time and numb the other person first.

Damn, he should have turned on his phone just now and recorded the face of He Jiang, a capitalist, for criticism by netizens.

He Jiang raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect Shang Jing to agree.

He watched Shang Jing leave, his eyes stopped on his upturned buttocks, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and sent Sister Lin the model of Shang Jing's underwear.

Less than half an hour after the last bath, He Jiang's bathroom was opened again, and cold water poured out of the hood, rushing away the excess body heat.

In the middle of the night, when he was about to fall asleep, he was called up by Shang Jing and looked at his underwear.

He Jiang stroked his hair back, was he crazy or Shang Jing was crazy? !

When Lin Lin received the text message, she was about to go to bed. She glanced at the content, and then at the time... really couldn't make people think too much.

Ah, the husband is interested, buy big and buy small, as long as she is an outsider, she will be fine.

At seven o'clock the next morning, Lin Lin rang the doorbell of He Jiang's house with seven or eight sets of business clothes in season.

After three rings, still no one opened the door.

Lin Lin touched the key of He Jiang's house, thought about it, and made a phone call first.

Now is no different than when He Jiang lived alone.

He Jiang received the call and almost got angry when she got up: "Why don't you come in directly?"

Lin Lin: "...I think too much."

He Jiang was choked for a moment, and took the clothes from Lin Lin's hands as if nothing had happened. After looking at it, there were several short sports suits, all of which were showing their arms and legs in September. It was intentional.

Lin Lin: "Is there anything else you need?"

He Jiang had never taken care of anyone before, so he stretched out his hand and pinched his eyebrows, his voice a little hoarse: "I don't know, he hasn't woken up yet, let's talk about it when he's missing."

Lin Lin was a little speechless. She rang the doorbell for ten minutes, but neither of the two ancestors woke up: "Okay, I'm leaving, the seaside scene is over, the crew will move to the venue for a day, you should rest and don't toss."

He Jiang's left ear goes in and the right ear goes out, what can he toss about.

The door was closed by Lin Lin, and with a click, He Jiang seemed to be reminded of something. He walked quickly to the door of the guest room and knocked on the door: "Business View?"

He didn't hear the doorbell himself because he was too tired from filming yesterday, soaking in the sea all day, and his hands and feet were dull. Besides, Lin Lin was the only one who could knock on his door at this time. Lin Lin had the key, but He Jiang never heard it.

The guest room of the business view is closer to the door. haven't woken up yet. Don't you feel faint?

Yesterday just after the car accident, went to the studio to blow the sea breeze and went to the supermarket again. It is said that it is easy to have a fever.

He Jiang's brows tightened, and she pressed the doorknob with her wrist. With a creak, the door of the guest room opened.

He was a little depressed in his heart, did Xiao Wuxin feel too relieved about him?

The curtains were drawn, and the room was dark. He Jiang turned on the light and saw Shang Jing lying on the big bed beside him.

The overly loose panties were rolled up and rolled up with the top, and the milky white skin was displayed without hesitation.

The first thing that caught my eye was the deep wound on the calf with a sharp tool. It was slightly scabbed, and the color of the wound was new. But by no means was the injury from the car accident, at least five or six days, it should have been accidentally injured in the United States.

After a night of fermentation, bruises from the impact of the car accident appeared on various joints. The wrists, knees, and waist were shockingly bruised, like a bowl of white and tender tofu, which had been scalded with a bong.

He Jiang closed his eyes and imagined that Shang Jing was still rolling around on the ground after being hit, and his heart suddenly ached.

He softened.

He Jiang admitted.

To torture Shang Jing by his side is to overestimate himself.

He Jiang approached the head of the bed and put his hand on Shang Jing's forehead and back of the neck. The temperature was normal, and there was no new bleeding on the gauze.

Shang Jing closed his eyes and breathed for a long time, his black eyelashes stretched out peacefully, and there was a bit of a cute shadow in the past.

He Jiang involuntarily stretched out his index finger and poked the bruise that was exposed on his waist.

There was a small round pit in the skin, and the owner's eyebrows didn't move.

It seems that it is indeed a flesh wound, not much pain.

He Jiang seemed to have found something novel, and touched the bruises of Shang Jing one by one, light or heavy.

"It's all like this, you still have to toss around in the supermarket on the set." He Jiang looked at Shang Jing with deep eyes, "It's not stupid if you know that you come to touch me if you're injured."

"Leave it—you."

It seems that he heard He Jiang's slander, Shang Jing's eyelashes fanned, his eyes opened a slit, and he blinked in confusion.

Like a thief, He Jiang immediately withdrew the bruised fingers from his wrist and squeezed his face with some strength, "Get up, let's cook."

Shang Jing got up from the bed in a daze. He had a dream of doing laundry and cooking all night, and he was lying on the ground wiping the floor, his back was sore.

In the dream, he called He Jiang's husband without dignity, "Wuwuwu, my husband's house is too big, I can't finish cleaning it, let me rest for a while."

In the dream, He Jiang was drinking coffee on the terrace with Erlang's legs crossed. Hearing his prayer, he just leaned down coldly, pinched his face and said, "If you can't finish it, you are not allowed to eat."

Reality and dream overlap, Shang Jing plunged his head into He Jiang's lower abdomen: "Husband - I don't want to cook."

After speaking, the wound rubbed against He Jiang's hard abdomen, and the pain was excruciating.

Shang Jing covered his head and woke up completely.

Help, what did he just say?

He Jiang froze, unable to hold Shang Jing's palm in mid-air in time, and could only watch Shang Jing approach the wound with lightning speed.

Call him husband again.

Can you do anything without cooking? What about the skin?

Shang Jing covered his head and stepped back, unable to speculate for a while whether he was simply dreaming or dreaming about what really happened in the past.

Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't take the dream seriously, but He Jiang's cold-hearted expression was exactly the same as in the dream.

Originally, I just looked at the dog-licking life imagined in the diary, and suddenly there are vivid and detailed images.

The sense of substitution escalated, and started to get angry.

Shang Jing angrily pushed He Jiang away with one hand, too suffocating, he actually called such a person husband.

He Jiang gritted his teeth in anger as he looked at the business scene whose two faces were switching freely. There is something to please, nothing to be glamorous, sultry and temperament.

"woke up?"

"Ok."

He Jiang: "Change clothes."

His eyes indicated the position of the new clothes, resisting the feeling of spanking someone, grabbed a pillow to cover his bare thighs, took a deep breath, and went out.

Shang Jing opened the curtains and clearly saw a lot of bruises on his joints, as if he had been raped in a dream.

If he hadn't known that there had just been a car accident, he would have thought it was He Jiang's beating.

He rubbed his pinched cheeks, thinking, I'm being too unreasonable. If I change my mind, I should take a picture to save the accusation of domestic violence against Lai He Jiang.

Shang Jing washed up slowly, and wanted to wait for him to cook, so be hungry first.

Unfolding the clothes that Lin Lin bought for him, as he said, most of them are shorts and vests.

Wow, four new boxes of panties!

Miss Lin is a really nice person.

Shang Jing took apart his underwear and threw them into the washing machine, then put on a pair of sports shorts.

The embarrassing thing is that the underwear is as long as the sweatpants, and a small blue and white edge is exposed when the leg is lifted.

Shang Jing glanced at the trousers on the other side, gritted his teeth, and rolled up his underwear.

Nirvana was reborn, and on the first day of living with He Jiang, he must quietly challenge his inherent authority.

When Shang Jing left the room, He Jiang had already cooked a bag of quick-frozen dumplings, and the aroma of dried mushrooms, pork, and bamboo shoots filled the kitchen.

DNA moves! He must have loved dumplings in the past.

He Jiang sat at one end of the long dining table, half of the dumplings on the plate in front of him had been eaten.

Shang Jing consciously took out the bowls and chopsticks, scooped it out with a spoon, and got a spoonful of the minced broth with the skin and filling separated.

"..."

"Why are your dumplings good?"

He Jiang: "Because I fished it first, I'll let you linger."

It made the dumplings, which were already overcooked and about to break, even worse.

Shang Jing stirred the dumpling soup in the pot and took out a bowl of dumpling wrappers.

He sat down opposite He Jiang, and the more he looked, the more he looked like He Jiang had finished scooping out his own dumplings and deliberately stirred up the rest.

"Did you mess up?"

He Jiang said calmly, "Yes."

Shang Jing was stunned and even admitted it!

How can there be such a bad man in the world!

Picked up to bully people when his wife was injured in a car accident!

He Jiang didn't know until after cooking that it turned out that after the dumplings were put into the pot, they didn't need to be stirred, and they could be fished directly after they floated up.

It's okay to re-cook a pot, but why does he serve his ex-boyfriend like he's serving his ancestors?

Just eat it.