He Jiang: "How do you know I'm here? Did you put a locator in my car?"

Shang Jing's eyelids blinked lightly. This excuse is really good, but unfortunately it can't be used. He said, "I was passing by and saw your car entering. I was curious to follow up to see what happened? Is it illegal for me to come here?"

He Jiang suddenly remembered what Xiaobei said, Shang Jing had seen the piano, and that piano shop was not far across. After graduating from the Department of Music, it is normal to go back to China to find a job and want to buy a musical instrument.

But it's not normal to follow him when you see him.

Does Shangjing know what these actions mean? Still want to play "I can accompany you in a relationship but I don't like you"?

It's not uncommon for him to experience the thing of love once.

He Jiang didn't want to guess any more, he admitted that he was a little bit annoyed by Shang Jing's small actions, and asked honestly, "Shang Jing, do you like me?"

"Ah?" Shang Jing was caught off guard by the question, his mouth was slightly open and he couldn't close it.

He used to like He Jiang so much that he had no self-respect, but now he doesn't lick it anymore, and his love is lost along with his memory. Although the dog-licking attribute occasionally haunts, it has been reborn as a whole.

Shang Jing pursed his lips, should he not hesitate to say that he likes it at this time?

But in such a sacred place as a hospital, Shang Jing always suspected that if he lied, he would become a dog licker.

"I……"

He Jiang laughed self-deprecatingly, did he still have to wait for Shang Jing's answer? This reaction was the same as three years ago.

He Jiang changed the subject: "Do you want to buy a piano?"

Shang Jingshun got off the donkey: "Think, do you want to buy me one?"

After he went back that day, he regretted it a little. He should have bought a piano and put it at home to practice. He didn't practice hand training for three days. This was his way of making a living after his divorce.

But somehow, with his assistant Xiao Bei, Shang Jing was embarrassed to ask him to reimburse him, which was weird. But when He Jiang asked him if he wanted a piano, he really wanted it.

It's obviously all He Jiang's money, right?

Shang Jing thought about it for a while, and found the reason in a flash. The assistant paid the bill as if he was cared for, and He Jiang asked in person, just like giving his wife! It turns out that his ideological realm has improved again.

He Jiang chuckled lightly and said, "Why send you?"

Shang Jing thought without hesitation: "Why didn't you buy it? Because I was distracted just now? Of course I like you..."

Shang Jing paused, and suddenly realized the seriousness. A macho man like He Jiang would definitely not allow a virtuous wife to have her own ideas, so he added unskillfully, "Husband."

He Jiang clenched his fingers: "You can say anything now."

Now it's for a piano, and in the past it was for some inexplicable reasons that he was too embarrassed to mention again, to please him from time to time.

He's been fooled, and almost got fooled a second time.

Yang Yue asked him why he broke up. The reason was too ridiculous. He Jiang couldn't say it.

There were only two band-aids left on Shang Jing's head, as if the calendar had turned to the last day, revealing the yellowed bottom page, and then turned it over again to remove the old and welcome the new.

He Jiang Yuguang swiped over the Band-Aid and asked, "When will you move out?"

Shang Jing was completely stunned, and suddenly remembered that the first time they met after he lost his memory, it was also in the hospital, and he followed He Jiang home.

Now that half a month has passed, in the hospital with white walls and the smell of disinfectant, He Jiang finally wants to leave him.

He looked down at the clean floor and was a little overwhelmed. He hadn't collected a lot of information about hidden marriages, hadn't known the media that could expose it, and hadn't made enough money to rent a house...

My brain hasn't healed yet, don't know where to go.

When asked bluntly when to move, even if the other party is a hateful scumbag, Shang Jing still feels embarrassed and has no energy to do anything, so he can only sigh and say, "Don't move."

He Jiang heard a bit of a nasal sound, and when he lowered his head, he saw two heavy drops of water on the ground, like a frost raging through his heart, his eyes turned red as if they were stinging.

He Jiang had never been able to provoke Shang Jing to tears, nor had he ever seen Shang Jing cry, and He Jiang was defeated in a second. He shouldn't have said this, Shang Jing has always cared about "home".

Seeing that Shang Jing shed tears, and he couldn't swallow what he just said, He Jiang had to secretly curse himself "deserving to be eaten to death", and said sternly: "If you don't move, don't move, why cry."

He reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of Shang Jing's eyes, his fingertips seemed to be scalded by the wax oil that had just overflowed from the candle, and his tone softened again: "Go home."

His movie scenes were almost finished, and the director was demanding on acting skills, but He Jiang performed perfectly every time, but Zhang Yaoyao, who participated in the movie for the first time, was not good enough to act.

Before the hospital encounters the business scene, the brain has already made the decision to push all unimportant trips away.

He has a vacation next.

Shang Jing was angry and embarrassed, and he didn't speak to He Jiang all the way.

He was so useless, the brave and refined one had already charged into battle and started making trouble with He Jiang, and he had been on the news headlines for three days and three nights. At that time, He Jiang cried and begged him not to talk nonsense in front of the media.

Useless scumbags will only cry with a single word from the scumbag, like a homeless stray dog ​​crying silently in the hospital.

When got home, didn't smell the aroma of the food. Shang Jing was hiding, running and crying. He was already hungry.

He couldn't hold back and asked, "Auntie didn't come today?"

He Jiang threw the car keys at the entrance: "Not only today, but also in the future."

Shang Jing was even sadder than losing the piano. Aunt Huang was too important to him. He chased after He Jiang and asked, "Why? Aunt Huang is very nice, and the cooking is delicious. Did she think it was too hard? Or You didn't get paid?"

He Jiang closed the door and said while changing shoes, "Shang Jing, don't forget what I said before I left."

Shang Jing was at a loss: "What?"

"..."

He Jiang tugged at his earlobe, "Aren't my words falling on deaf ears? I asked you to learn how to cook with Aunt Huang, have you learned it?"

Shang Jing: "..." I didn't study.

He Jiang changed into home shoes, took a pair and put them next to Shang Jing's toes, urging him to change them, then poured two glasses of water, and pulled Shang Jing to sit down on the sofa, as if to talk in depth.

Shang Jing frowned at him, this expression, wouldn't it be about divorce? Can't get rid of him in the hospital so you want to get a divorce?

Well, he had long wanted to leave.

He Jiang crossed her fingers on her thighs and said solemnly, "I thought about it just now, and felt that it was necessary to redefine a clear and simple relationship between us, covering the past, which is good for both of us."

Shang Jing's eyes widened slightly. Sure enough, he wanted to file for divorce. He was a little nervous. Generally speaking, the party who took the initiative to file for divorce would make concessions and strive for a smooth divorce.

How much property and cash will He Jiang give him? Or do they really have a prenuptial agreement?

Shang Jing's face was stern, and he tried his best to act reluctantly and strive for more benefits. He stared at He Jiang without blinking, and he always felt that the other party's appearance did not seem to give him a lot of money...

He Jiang: "Starting today, we are a simple landlord-tenant relationship. You cook, wash the floor and water the flowers to cover the rent. You have free time, and you can find another job. You can live as long as you want, as long as you exchange labor, I will I won't chase you again."

He Jiang thought about it all the way, and felt that it was still appropriate. He wouldn't think too much about his ex-boyfriend, and Shang Jing wasn't embarrassed. The important thing is that Shangjing will not be sad because of being under the fence of others, and rent a house on its own, and live more at ease.

He doesn't have to give Shangjingchao's care to the tenants, and Shangjing doesn't have to endure disgust to call his husband, everyone returns to the relationship of nodding acquaintances.

Shang Jing: "..."

Not divorced?

The dog man really has you, and the rent is calculated with his wife. Can't this fucking be a marriage room?

You say redefinition is just definition, when marriage law is useless?

I don't know the law at all! It might be tax evasion and tax evasion, and it might be more effective to go to his studio to grab the handle another day.

Legally blind! Legally blind! !

Shang Jing held back a whimper in his heart, but was held back by the fact that He Jiang asked him to move out in the hospital.

He can't have an attack yet, He Jiang hasn't thought of formally filing for divorce, he is still too weak for He Jiang...

Endure the calm for a while, take a step back and make a fortune.

The revolution has not yet succeeded, and we must continue to hide our strengths and bide our time.

Shang Jing lowered his eyelashes and said aggrieved: "Well."

He Jiang hardened his heart and did not eat his way: "Let's make lunch then."

Shang Jingyou entered the kitchen like a soul, looking at the pile of ingredients in the refrigerator and unable to start.

"click...click..."

Something was scratching the wall of the refrigerator, darting to and fro, making the scalp tingle.

"He Jiang! He Jiang!" Shang Jing jumped in shock, ran to the study and knocked on the door, "There are mice in the refrigerator!"

"How come there are mice? Is it not plugged in?"

He Jiang was dragged out by Shang Jing. When he saw something moving in the drawer of the refrigerator, he remembered Aunt Huang's instructions and understood, he went up and pulled out the drawer and put it on the ground: "Hairy crabs."

Shang Jing stared at the energetic hairy crabs and swallowed.

He Jiang: "Is there any problem?"

Shang Jing and Hairy Crab stared at each other, "No more..."

There are more problems, he can't cook. But admitting it in front of He Jiang's face would definitely be said again.

He Jiang said, "I want to hold a video conference with the studio for about an hour. Don't knock on the door."

Shang Jing: "Okay."

This is the best, he can secretly use his mobile phone to check how to cook.

He Jiang: "The hairy crabs are steamed immediately, they can't be eaten when they die."

Shang Jing: "Okay."

After He Jiang entered the study, Shang Jing squatted down and looked at the crab for a while, feeling that he could not start, and he would be bitten no matter how he caught it.

And... this is alive and kicking, how can he bear to take the pot.

Shangjing simply pushed the crab drawer aside and started doing something else.

He took out foie gras, beef brisket, celery, green peppers and other ingredients, searched the Internet for a combination of these things, and planned to choose the easiest one.

Green pepper beef? Potato brisket? ...

Shang Jing felt that it was a bit difficult. Suddenly, he saw a sentence in a food video that lit up his life.

[High-end ingredients often only require the simplest cooking methods. ①】

Shangjing picked up the foie gras and beef and took a look. The box said that it was shipped by air.

Advanced? So advanced!

What recipes are you looking at, let’s get started!

Shangjing turned on the induction cooker, added water to the pot and boiled it, then put the top foie gras and beef and mutton in and cooked.

Ten minutes later, the water changed color slightly, the foam was churning, and Shangjing added a spoonful of salt.

I felt it was not enough, so added another spoonful.

There are all kinds of bottles and cans in the cupboard, cooking wine, light soy sauce, soy sauce, chicken essence, oil-consuming sesame oil... Shang Jing reached out and clicked on each bottle a few times, and decisively withdrew his hand.

After all, every recipe is about the right amount of seasoning, and he doesn't know what the right amount is.

Joke, what seasoning the top ingredients need will only cover up its own deliciousness.

In the way of returning to the basics, Shangjing made Qingshui beef, Qingshui foie gras, Qingshui beef brisket...without changing the water in between.

The water is salty, and the nutrients of the beef and foie gras are diffused into the water, which is a waste.

In the end, he thought the color was not good enough, so he boiled a handful of fresh water spinach and fresh water pepper for decoration.

It's really fun to cook.

The little boss took off his apron and set the dishes one by one on the table.

Shang Jing felt that he was a bit artistic. Spinach made a green peony for him, and the appearance of foie gras was ten times better.

After it was done, He Jiang happened to come out of the study. He was wearing home slippers, which was different from the high-cold appearance during the video conference.

Thinking that Shang Jing was cooking for himself, He Jiang even became happy.

He Jiang's psychological expectations were raised a little bit without making any move to blow up the kitchen. When he saw the six dishes, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, so capable?

It was one o'clock in the afternoon, and He Jiang was also hungry, so he couldn't help but look forward to it.

Shang Jing was very proud of cooking for the first time, and took the chopsticks for He Jiang.

Hurry up to eat, can't give some pocket money reward after eating?

He Jiang's slender and beautiful fingers pinched the chopsticks, ready to pick up a piece of foie gras.

He took a closer look and the foie gras was intact.

"No cut?"

"Oh! Look what I forgot?!" Shang Jing hurriedly went to the cupboard and took out a pair of knives and forks, "Today is the western way of eating."

He Jiang was noncommittal, cut a piece, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

After three seconds, his face changed slightly, and his eyes began to automatically search for the trash can.

Old and bland, and a mix of things don't know what to taste to challenge the taste buds.

Shang Jing watched He Jiang spit out the beef-flavored foie gras and felt insulted: "Respect me, please?"

He Jiang unscrewed a bottle of mineral water: "I tried my best to respect it for three seconds."

Shang Jing's eyes lit up, "Don't be picky about eggs, why can't you eat them, aren't they all good things? Spoil the food! Give me a taste of this!"

He Jiang tasted whole beef and brisket for the first time... Finally, he closed his eyes and commented: "Dogs won't eat it."