Facing his wife's pleading for help, He Jiang, with the twelfth dog in his pocket, was as steady as an old dog.
His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he frowned and asked, "What's going on? Didn't you say you threw the trash can?"
Shang Jing faltered and said: "I'm afraid of being seen by the nurses... We will go to this hospital often in the future, won't we?"
"Hurry up and go back, before your mother finds out, let's look for it... just say, just say I lost a button!"
"Don't think I'm the only one who is ashamed, your mother must think it fell out of your pocket!"
He Jiang glanced at Shang Jing's clothes and trousers in the rearview mirror, and slowly parked the car in a parking space on the side of the road. He tapped the steering wheel with knuckle fingers, "A button fell off? Excuse me, what is your clothes?" Is there a button?"
"Yes..." Shang Jing glanced at his clothes annoyedly, the down jacket only had zippers, and there was no room for buttons to drop in his attire today.
"Then what to do?"
"Easy to handle." He Jiang pressed her finger, and a pair of small black scissors slipped out from the hidden compartment.
He leaned over, opened Shang Jing's big coat, and snapped off the only button on the lower abdomen of the jeans.
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He Jiang's movements were too fluent, and when he leaned over, he blocked Shang Jing's sight, until He Jiang put away the scissors, Shang Jing still hadn't reacted.
He Jiang spread out her palms: "Here."
Shang Jing stared at the button, speechless: "How can you cut this, my pants will fall off when I stand up."
And how could the fastening buckle of the jeans fall off? Mama He wouldn't think that he burst open after eating too much, right? What a shame.
He Jiang: "You stay in the car, I'll go in and look for it."
Shang Jing tried his best to suck his stomach and sit upright. Without the fixed buckle, the zipper of his jeans would not be restrained, and it would always open downwards.
But zipping the zipper on He Jiang's car was a bit insignificant, Shang Jing pressed the long down jacket with both hands, pretending to be calm and breezy.
He Jiang reversed the car, and when he drove to the door of He's house, he slowed down the speed a little, but did not stop, but drove straight forward.
Shang Jing glanced at the building outside through the window. That's right, it's the place he came to just now. "Did you drive too far? I remember you went in this door this morning."
He Jiang praised: "I have a good memory. I will not be at home when filming in the future. You can go to your parents' place for dinner by yourself. Find a time to change your driver's license application to a Chinese one."
Shang Jing's American driver's license was found in the first rental house.
Shang Jing: "Is it just subject one... wait! I'm not telling you this! Why don't you go in?"
He Jiang looked ahead: "I just remembered that when Wangwang was interacting with you, I saw a condom on the ground and put it away."
Shang Jing breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, you saw it."
After three seconds, Shang Jing suddenly turned his head: "No! You must have remembered it a long time ago! Why did you cut my buttons on purpose! The zipper is all open!"
He Jiang's memory is against the sky for anything with color, he doesn't believe that He Jiang just remembered it.
He Jiang admitted: "I just want to take off your pants."
Business scene: "..."
Shang Jing hugged himself tightly silently, he shouldn't have asked.
It's too hasty, when He Jiang said he wanted to get back together, he shouldn't agree easily, at least wait until He Jiang went to the Great Gobi to calm down and calm down before agreeing.
He Jiang smiled lightly: "The chain is open?"
Shang Jing: "No."
He Jiang: "Then I have to check."
Shang Jing: "No."
Seeing He Jiang's tendency to drive out of the city, Shang Jing's heart was beating wildly, and he asked cautiously, "You don't mean to drive to the wilderness, do you?"
With everything in the car, He Jiang wouldn't think... would he
He is very traditional.
He Jiang: "No, I will take you for a drive. The scenery on this line is very beautiful, don't you think? If you want to do something else, I welcome it."
The tall sycamore trees on both sides of the asphalt road were half-green and half-yellow. When a gust of wind blew by, the golden leaves flew to the front of the car, and then dodged with the wind. When passing by a row of buildings from the last century, people can't help but stop and imagine the people on this road twenty years ago.
At that time, private cars were not as popular as they are now. Twenty-eight bars nimbly ran over dead leaves and drove into the golden afterglow of winter evening.
Shang Jing stared blankly at the road in front of him, "My dad often takes me along this road. You can see a small pond where you can go fishing."
When his father was on vacation, his mother would go to the English salon. Fu Peng took him to fish, but Shang Xiaojing was unlucky, so the two secretly went to the vegetable market to buy a fish to refill.
This is his and Dad's secret.
He Jiang: "It is known as the road that has changed the least in the past fifteen years in S City."
The municipality has shown mercy and has only resurfaced the asphalt road over the years. This place has become a check-in point for some people's Internet celebrities, and it is also the feeling of the locals in S City.
Shang Jing: "If you hadn't cut off my trouser buttons, you would be the best person to me besides my father."
He Jiang nodded: "So I can only be your husband, don't treat me as a father."
Shang Jing: "You have a good idea! I mean, since you are going to do something that will move me, why do you need to do extra little tricks!"
People are moved and ashamed, and can't lose their temper. Is this what people do? !
Do you want people to miss the past
He Jiang: "Of course it is so that next time you walk this way, you will definitely remember that I made you wear no pants."
He wants to succeed Father Fu and accompany Shang Xiaojing on the road of life.
Even bolder, he hoped that Shang Jing would be the first to think of him when he passed by.
Shang Jing: "My dad was charged with hooliganism at that time, so he must be the first to arrest you and put you in jail."
People like He Jiang, who are released from prison in the morning, will have to be locked up again at night.
He Jiang: "Thank the country for canceling it."
He Jiang took the opposite direction home route for another fifty-five minutes, and Shang Jing sat stiffly, afraid that his pants would slip down if he moved.
The unscrupulous driver deliberately took a detour, and Shang Xiaogou was frightened, which is worthy of social news.
After finally holding back to get home, he lifted up his trousers and grabbed the bottom of his trousers with both hands. When he was about to run away, He Jiang stopped him.
Pointing to the 11 small packages on the front of the car, he said, "Aren't you going to take it? My car might be driven by someone else."
Shang Jing had no choice but to free one hand, grabbed a handful and shoved it into his trouser pocket carelessly.
Because he was grabbing the bottom of his trousers with one hand, the pockets were wrinkled and the opening became smaller, and five or six of them couldn't be stuffed in at all.
He Jiang leaned against the car door, amusedly watching Shang Jingsai drop one by one, flustered.
cute, think...
Shang Jing was blushing at first, but when he heard He Jiang's laughter, he grabbed a handful angrily, raised his hand and threw it on He Jiang: "Dog man!"
If you don't take it anymore, whoever you love, you will lose He Jiang's face anyway.
He Jiang raised her hand to catch the baubles, and followed Shang Jing to pick them up one by one.
There is no such thing at home, and nothing can be wasted.
Shang Jing almost rushed upstairs, and quickly changed into a pair of plush pajamas for himself. The next thing he did was to open the closet and throw away the suspenders in a ball.
When He Jiang came a step late, he saw Shang Jing throw the strap into the trash can.
He stood at the door with folded arms and watched the business scene rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and asked amusedly, "What are you looking for?"
Shang Jing learned a lesson from his mistakes: "Let me see if you secretly put something in my room to slander me while I was away."
He Jiang said regretfully, "Why didn't I think of that?"
Actually not sorry.
There is no need to put other things, he just put himself in.
Obviously Shang Xiaogou's ideological awareness is not enough.
After Shang Jing finished the inspection, there were no additions that should not exist. He walked up to He Jiang and said, "Are you leaving tomorrow?"
He Jiang: "Yes."
Shang Jing pursed his lips, went straight to the second bedroom, opened He Jiang's closet, took out his clothes and put them on the bed.
He Jiang: "Honey, are you willing to sleep with me?"
Shang Jing: "No, I'll help you pack your luggage."
Shang Jing looked up the local climate, and took out the warm fur coat from the deepest part of He Jiang's cloakroom.
The length of the clothes is close to 1.5 meters, and short people will directly mop the floor if they wear them. The cut and feel are regal.
He Jiang: "Although it is very warm, it is a show style, not suitable for the Gobi set."
On the set, sometimes I just sit anywhere, regardless of whether the floor is dirty or not. One piece costs millions, no matter how rich you are, you don't have to bother with clothes like this.
Shang Jing: "Oh, then I'll hang up."
He Jiang: "No need, keep it for now, it's useful."
Shang Jing: "What's the use?"
He Jiang: "You can put it on when you go out to get takeaway at home."
Shang Jing: "No need, I don't lack clothes."
He Jiang: "Aren't you mad at me for cutting off your pants? I'll pay you back."
Shang Jing: "You still mention it!"
Let's let this go! If he said he wasn't angry, would he dare to cut it next time
"Forget it, I won't clean it up, you can do it yourself."
He Jiang hugged Shang Jing's waist: "Don't, I won't talk anymore, I will wear whatever you take."
Before the business trip, there was a little wife to pack the luggage, and it was not so beautiful in dreams.
Xiaojiao's wife was busy inside and out, wishing to move all the clothes there, anyway, He Jiang was rich and could afford the courier fee.
He Jiang pushed an inch: "See if there is one thing missing."
Shang Jing: "What?"
He Jiang: "Your clothes."
Shang Jing blushed suddenly: "What, why..."
He Jiang: "Think about which one to give me, I'll make dinner."
"I want to eat white-cut chicken!" Shang Jing ordered immediately. The white-cut chicken delivered by the delivery staff last time found a problem before he could eat it.
He Jiang: "I said in front of netizens all over the country that I will no longer make white-cut chicken."
Shang Jing had long forgotten about this, and said nonsense, "I haven't heard of it, so I want to eat it."
He Jiang is kind and good: "If the clothes you choose satisfy me, I will do it."
Shang Jing paused: "You don't want underwear, do you?"
Dog men have always had a soft spot for underwear.
He Jiang choked for a moment, he actually wanted the white shirt that Shang Jing was wearing now, and he wasn't so perverted that he had any thoughts about the clothes, he just wanted to tease his wife who was prone to blush.
"What do you say?"
He Jiang was noncommittal and said, "I'll cook."
The recipe for the dipping sauce for white-cut chicken given by Zhuang Que's mother was really excellent, and Shang Jing's level of eating chicken had risen sharply, without He Jiang's help, he could finish a plate in ten minutes.
As the sky was getting dark, He Jiang laid the groundwork for a day, and after feeding his wife, he said calmly, "I've been tired all day, go take a bath."
Shang Jing felt the calm before the storm, he said cautiously: "Moving is very tiring, I want to go to bed early."
He Jiang: "Okay."
Twenty minutes later, He Jiang backtracked, unfolded the huge black fur coat, and surrounded the Shang puppy outside the bathroom, as skillfully as kidnapping a stray cat.
really! ! !
Surrounded by dense and soft fur, Shang Jing was so ashamed that he curled up his toes, and suddenly realized the real purpose of the coat that He Jiang left behind, why did he bring him a takeaway to keep warm? The bedding is too serious, and there is always some work to do.
How should I put it, he was also mentally prepared, but he still couldn't help but want to escape.
Could it be too fast? He hasn't checked the strategies online yet.
He struggled: "Didn't you say that the clothes are expensive?"
He Jiang stared at the rosy white wife who was trapped in the black and shiny fur: "It's not expensive, it's a street stall."
Catching Shang Puppy was half the battle. He Jiang hugged Shang Jing and coaxed, "I'm going to Gobi to film tomorrow."
Shang Jing struggled three points weaker, and whispered: "Then have a good rest tonight..."
He Jiang: "Maybe I won't come back until I'm thirty."
There is only one point left in Shang Jing's struggle: "In case you miss the plane tomorrow..."
He Jiang said firmly: "No."
Because it is not tomorrow's plane at all, it is no problem to be the day after tomorrow.
Shang Jing was a little relieved.
Don't worry about it.
You can't believe what the dog man said.
He Jiang kissed him while talking to relieve his tension: "There is a problem, I have been holding it back for three years."
Shang Jing was so annoyed by the kiss: "What?"
"The day I went to find you three years ago, were you so scared by the gunshots that you couldn't sleep at night?"
What He Jiang regretted the most was that he got on the plane in such a panic that day, completely forgetting that he had even made an appointment with Jiang Wen to counsel Shang Jing.
He didn't think about it until the plane left the country.
He felt that he would never be able to sleep tonight, and Shang Xiaogou should accompany him for a night of insomnia.
But after that anger passed, He Jiang was left with nothing but regret.
Shang Jing paused, his cheeks became more and more red; "I forgot."
He Jiang felt that Shang Jing didn't want to mention it, and felt more and more guilty: "I'm sorry."
"No." Shang Jing told the truth embarrassingly, "You kissed me that day, and this was all in my mind, and I was thinking about it before going to bed, and I couldn't think of anything else."
He Jiang squeezed Shang Jing's chin suddenly, narrowing her eyes: "It means... because I kissed you, you didn't lose sleep all night?"
Shang Jing stammered: "Yes."
He Jiang immediately drew inferences: "Then if I fuck you in the shooting range, can you still desensitize?"
Does Shang puppy's shyness have this kind of benefit
Shang Jing is stunned, what are you thinking!
"You're talking nonsense. Except for the first time I kissed me, I wouldn't be embarrassed all day long! Just the first time!"
Don't use the tone of this medicine to cure the disease, why does he desensitize like this! He is like a little color|dog!
He Jiang rubbed Shang puppy hard, took a deep breath, he had to re-plan the first scene mode.
Business scene:? ? ?
Scared!
Might as well just tonight! You are not good!