"You can tear it up." Shang Jing provoked He Jiang's authority, stopped when it was appropriate, and took a step back, "You bought it anyway, so I don't feel bad."
Seeing that He Jiang was not afraid at all, the veins on his forehead twitched violently.
Relying on the injury, let him flirt so hard, right? In the past, it was nice to talk with your mouth, but now you have changed your actions and made things worse, right
He Jiang's gaze slowly moved from his gleaming white calf to his not-so-intelligent head.
Shang Jing felt a cold blade scrape against his calf, and there were little trembling spots on his skin.
Could it be that He Jiang was so perverted that he tore his shorts
Otherwise, why don't you be cowardly? Keep your pants tight.
He Jiang exhaled lightly.
That's all.
What can you do with a person whose head gets wet in the rain
He Jiang let go of her hand: "Very energetic?"
Shang Jing frowned, his intuition was bad, and he said, "I'm not thriving, I'm sleepy."
He Jiang clasped his hand, pulled him back, and said with a sneer, "Since you are full of energy, then exercise your muscles and bones, which is good for healing."
"You can't eat and live for free, right? Starting tomorrow, you will take care of the hygiene at home. You will cook three meals a day, and you will water the flowers and plants outside the door."
Shang Jing froze for a moment, sure enough, what should come will come sooner or later. Listen to this natural tone, everything... everything matches up with the diary. Is he going to wash, cook and mop the floor for He Jiang again
Shang Jing stood still: "I'll try."
He can't behave too differently from before, He Jiang has already doubted it once today.
Take your time and paralyze the opponent first.
Damn it, he should have turned on his phone just now and recorded He Jiang's face as a capitalist for netizens to criticize.
He Jiang raised her eyebrows, but she didn't expect Shang Jing to agree.
He watched Shang Jing leave, his gaze stayed on his upturned buttocks, 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 taking a bath last time, He Jiang's bathroom was opened again, and cold water poured out from the head, taking away the excess body heat with a splash.
In the middle of the night, when she was about to fall asleep, she was woken up by Shang Jing to look at her underwear.
He Jiang stroked her hair back. Is he crazy or is Shang Jing crazy? !
When Lin Lin received the text message, she was about to go to bed. She checked the content, and then the time... It was impossible not to think about it.
Ah, couples are interested, buy big and buy small, as long as she is an outsider, she will cooperate.
At seven o'clock the next morning, Lin Lin rang the doorbell of He Jiang's house with seven or eight sets of Shangjing's seasonal clothes.
After ringing three times, still no one opened the door.
Lin Lin touched He Jiang's house key, thought about it, and made a phone call first.
Now is not the time when He Jiang lives alone.
When He Jiang received the call, she almost got angry when she woke up: "Why don't you just come in?"
Lin Lin: "... I was thinking too much."
He Jiang choked for a moment, took the clothes in Lin Lin's hand as if nothing had happened, and looked at them. There were several short sports suits, which were all in September and showed their arms and legs, probably on purpose.
Lin Lin: "Is there anything else you need?"
He Jiang had never taken care of anyone before, so she stretched out her hand and pinched the center of her eyebrows, her voice was 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 none of the two ancestors woke up: "Okay, I'm leaving, the seaside scene is over, the crew has moved to another location for a day, you should pay attention to rest and don't make a fuss."
He Jiang's left ear goes in and the right ear goes out, what can he do.
The door was closed by Lin Lin, and with a click, He Jiang seemed to be reminded of something, walked quickly to the door of the guest room, and knocked on the door: "Shangjing?"
He himself didn't hear the doorbell because he was too tired from filming yesterday, soaked in the sea all day, and his hands and feet were blunt. Besides, Lin Lin was the only one who could knock on his door at this time. Lin Lin had the key, and He Jiang always pretended not to hear it.
The guest room in Shangjing is closer to the door, so I haven't woken up yet, don't you feel dizzy
Just after the car accident yesterday, I went to the set to enjoy the sea breeze and then went to the supermarket. It is said that it is easy to get a fever.
He Jiang's brows tightened, she pressed the doorknob with her wrist, and with a creak, the door of the guest room opened.
He was a little depressed, did Little Heart feel too relieved of him
The curtains were drawn, and the room was dark. When He Jiang turned on the light, he saw Shang Jing lying sideways on the big bed.
The overly loose panties were rolled up and rolled up together with the top, revealing her milky white skin without hesitation.
The first thing that catches the eye is the deep wound on the calf, which is slightly scabbed, and the color of the wound is very new. But it was definitely not a car accident injury, at least five or six days ago, it should have been accidentally injured in the United States.
After a night of fermentation, the impact bruises from the car accident emerged on every joint. The wrists, knees, and waist were bruised and purple, which was shocking, like a bowl of white and tender tofu, which had been scalded several times with a bong.
He Jiang closed her eyes and imagined that Shang Jing was still rolling a few times on the ground after being hit, and her heart suddenly ached.
He relented.
He Jiang admitted.
To torture Shang Jing by his side is to overestimate himself.
He Jiang approached the head of the bed, and stretched out her hands to cover Shang Jing's forehead and the back of her neck. The temperature was normal, and there was no new bleeding from the gauze.
Shang Jing closed his eyes and took long breaths. His black eyelashes stretched quietly, reminiscent of his obedience in the past.
He Jiang stretched out her index finger involuntarily, and poked the bruise protruding from his waist.
There was a small crater in the skin, and the owner didn't even move his eyebrows.
It seems that it is indeed a flesh wound, not very painful.
He Jiang seemed to have found some novelty, and touched Shang Jing's bruises one by one, whether light or heavy.
"It's all like this, and I still have to toss about in the studio and supermarket." He Jiang looked at Shang Jing with heavy eyes, "It's not stupid to come to touch me if you are injured."
"Forgive—you."
As if hearing He Jiang's slander, Shang Jing slapped his eyelashes, opened his eyes a little, and blinked in confusion.
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Like a thief, He Jiang immediately withdrew the finger that was rubbing the bruise on his wrist, 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 washing and cooking all night, and he was lying on the floor mopping the floor, his back ached.
In the dream, he called He Jiang's husband without dignity, "My husband's house is too big, I can't finish it, let me take a break."
In the dream, He Jiang was drinking coffee on the terrace with her legs crossed, and when she heard his pleading, she just bent down coldly, pinched his face and said, "Don't eat if you can't finish."
Reality and dream overlap, Shang Jing plunges his head into He Jiang's lower abdomen: "Husband—I don't want to cook."
After finishing speaking, the wound rubbed against He Jiang's hard abdomen, and the pain shivered.
Shang Jing covered his head and woke up completely.
Help, what did he just say
He Jiang froze, unable to hold Shang Jing's hand in time and froze in mid-air, she could only watch Shang Jing approach the wound with lightning speed.
Call him husband again.
Can you do anything without cooking? How about shame
Shang Jing covered his head and backed away, unable to speculate whether he was simply dreaming or dreaming about something that actually happened in the past.
Under normal circumstances, he would not take the dream seriously, but He Jiang's cold face and hard heart were exactly the same as in the dream.
Originally, I just looked at the diary and imagined the dog-licking life, and suddenly I had vivid and detailed images.
The sense of substitution escalated, and I started to get angry.
Shang Jing angrily pushed He Jiang away with one hand, he was so suffocated that he actually called this kind of person husband.
He Jiang gritted his teeth angrily as he watched Shang Jing, who could switch between the two faces freely. There are things to please, nothing to be glamorous, flirtatious and temperamental.
"woke up?"
"Um."
He Jiang: "Change clothes."
He indicated the position of the new clothes with his eyes, resisted the feeling of being spanked, 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 didn't know that there was a car accident just now, he would have thought it was He Jiang who hit him.
He rubbed his face that had been pinched, and thought to himself, I'm really being too reasonable, if someone is a little more mean-spirited, he should take a photo and save it to frame He Jiang's domestic violence.
Shang Jing washes up slowly, and wants to wait for him to cook, so he should be hungry first.
Unfolding the clothes that Lin Lin bought for him, sure enough, according to what he said, most of them were shorts and vests.
Wow, four new boxes of panties!
Miss Lin is really a good person.
Shang Jing took apart the 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.
Reborn from Nirvana, on the first day of living with He Jiang, one must challenge his inherent authority quietly.
When Shang Jing left the room, He Jiang had already cooked a bag of quick-frozen dumplings, and the aroma of mushrooms, pork, and bamboo shoots filled the kitchen.
dna moved! 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 her were eaten.
Shang Jing consciously took out the bowl and chopsticks, scooped it up with a spoon, and got a spoonful of minced broth with the skin and stuffing separated.
"..."
"Why are your dumplings good?"
He Jiang: "Because I fished first, I let you dawdle."
It made the dumplings that were already overcooked and almost broke.
Shang Jing stirred the dumpling soup in the pot, and took out a bowl of dumpling skins.
He sat down opposite He Jiang, and the more he looked, the more he looked like He Jiang had finished scooping up his own dumplings, and deliberately mixed up the rest.
"Did you mess it up?"
He Jiang said calmly, "Yes."
Shang Jing was dumbfounded, and actually admitted it!
How can there be such a bad man in the world!
Picking on his wife for bullying when she was injured in a car accident!
It was only after He Jiang finished cooking that he found out that after the dumplings were put into the pot, there was no need to stir them, and they could be scooped up directly when they floated up, which wasted his effort of standing by the side of the pot and constantly stirring them.
It's okay to cook a pot again, but why does he serve his ex-boyfriend like his ancestors
Just eat it.