Shangjing changed the topic: "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'll watch you filming. Why didn't you tell me when you were filming a night scene, I won't send messages in vain 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 the phone to the assistant.
After Shangjing finished sending the message, the next second his assistant would contact him to tell him about how many minutes it would take for He Jiang to film.
The sense of security is enough, but Shang Jing will feel sorry for He Jiang in turn.
Shang Jing took He Jiang's hand, carefully looked at his thumb, the light was dim, Shang Jing took a closer look, but couldn't find any 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 me."
Shang Jing glared at him: "You always lie to me, you have no credibility, understand."
The air was bitterly cold, and every word he uttered was filled with white air.
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 that someone will point 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 directly shoot the shuttle bullets down, but He Jiang will not. He won't shoot at the business scene, and he cares for his wife in every detail.
He Jiang sighed: "My wife really loves me."
Shang Jing: "What are you talking about!"
Ten minutes passed quickly after the short fifteen minutes, and He Jiang returned to the topic: "You go to my room to warm the bed."
Shangjing: "No..."
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 sensible. Xiao Bei, 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: "Are you going back to the dormitory to sleep, or let me book a ticket for you?"
Shang Jing walked out cursing, and wronged others: "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 on the same bed only once, obviously it was the first time.
Last time... don't mention it.
Shang Jing quickly fell asleep and set an alarm clock for 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 unexpectedly smoothly. After the big scenes, everyone hurriedly said good morning and went to catch up on sleep.
There are no insects chirping on a winter night, and if there is no wind, it can be said that everything is quiet.
He Jiang lightly went to bed, lifted the quilt, and the warm heat came to her face, like the bread just baked in the bakery, it was fragrant and hot, He Jiang hugged the Shangjing brand bun, and couldn't help sighing.
Is this the feeling of my wife's dumplings on the kang? It's too beautiful.
It means that every time the filming is over, he can hug Shang Jing, and He Jiang can do it all year round.
He Jiang also just thought about how Shang Jing could do the job of an assistant. He worked hard to film a movie and bought his wife a million-dollar piano.
He Jiang reached for the phone next to Shang Jing's pillow, unlocked it, and canceled the alarm clock, all in one breath.
There is not enough heating in the room, and the quilt can clearly feel the wind blowing in. 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 and a comfortable angle, but it didn't work.
At seven o'clock in the morning, when it was the usual wake-up time for exam preparation, Shang Jingran woke up.
He looked at the 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 palms, he realized that he had covered He Jiang's abdominal muscles as a hand warmer for two hours.
No wonder he showed off the hand warmer to Zhuang Qun who was filming in his dreams and asked him to place an order too.
It feels really good in the hand, but it will look like a hooligan.
Shang Jing's cheeks were flushed, he took out his palm and patted his face, and 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 had the urge to get up, so he patiently wrestled with him for ten minutes before he freed 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 ten o'clock.
The air is cold, and the takeaway is easy to get cold. The crew hired a chef to cook all the meals, so 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 production team knew that He Jiang had a boyfriend, and he had no idea what the previous scene was, but in the next scene, he would act like a doting wife and madman, chatting with Shang Jing remotely.
The contacts are all celebrities, and multiple business scenes are not new. At most, I feel that I can't believe the news on the Internet, and the relationship between these two people is too strong.
The chef in charge of the spoon rolled his eyelids when he saw Shang Jing: "Haggis soup takes ten minutes."
Shang Jing: "No, I just came to see if I can cook for myself."
Chef: "Are you interested in cooking?"
Shang Jing paused for a moment, but he couldn't say he was interested, he just felt that He Jiang was doing filming to support his family while he was idle, and it seemed unreasonable not to do something serious.
"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. 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 40 minutes, and finally stir-fry evenly."
The chef taught Shang Jing to make the pot by hand, and poured out his money into the professor, saying: "This pot is made for group B who get up early, around ten o'clock, and then for group A...that is, for your husband's group."
"Is it easy?"
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. It's up to you to cook it. It doesn't matter if you mess it up. We also cooked porridge. Most people in group A just woke up and could drink it." Porridge."
"What you are in charge of is that what your husband likes to eat, you can add more. If your husband doesn't like it, don't add it. When I cook, these celebrities don't want to talk."
The chef pointed to the side dishes in the kitchen: "Add whatever you want."
"Master, how about you?"
The chef whispered: "I'm sleepy, I'm sleeping next door, please help, call me if you need anything."
"Oh, yes, you rest." The chef was busy all day in order to ensure that the kitchen has hot food at any time, and it was really hard.
Shang Jing quickly recalled the next point and thought it was ok, and when it was ten o'clock, he began to operate.
Everything went smoothly. When putting in the ingredients, Shang Jing held up the spatula and thought about it.
The seafood stewed rice was a bit greasy. He Jiang got up in the morning and ate some coarse grains. He searched for it, cut three purple potatoes and put them in for stewing.
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Thirty minutes later, Shang Jing lifted the lid of the pot through the wet cloth, trying to scoop up the purple potatoes.
"Xiaojing..." He Jiang approached, looking vigorous.
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, "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 get some fire."
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 is still very strong in taste, it just doesn't look good.
He Jiang: "You did a great job."
While talking, the fat director rushed in, "I'm starving to death, what's for lunch? Sigh... won't this pot be poisonous if eaten?"
Shang Jing hid behind He Jiang in shame.
He Jiang's "color" is like: "I did it, do you have any opinions?"
When the director saw Shang Jing behind He Jiang, he immediately understood that when his wife first arrived, He Jiang could get up early to cook for Shang Jing even if he stayed up all night.
"I don't think your cooking skills in variety shows are like this. Are you not used to using big iron pots?"
He Jiang: "Let's just say goodbye, you basically said goodbye to this pot of rice."
"Eat, eat, eat, I'll eat if poisoned to death." The director took the bowl and chopsticks, and shoveled down the pot, and the stewed rice was missing a large corner.
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."
Shang Jing suddenly turned his head: "What?"
He Jiangxin explained: "In your lost memory, 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 to be scumbags, but what Shang Jing wanted to say was that He Jiangming knew that he had misunderstood and would "force" the marriage, so why didn't he just deal with it perfunctorily.
He Jiang put on a straight face: "Why, you want to escape marriage?"
Shang Jing: "No... just, why did you organize the wedding so easily?"
You and Cen Feinuo are worthy of wearing pants.
He Jiang: "Is it easy? I begged my wife to allow four months for the marriage, but...you said you won't have time to prepare for the exam, so get married right away."
Shang Jing lowered his head in shame, the appearance of "forced" marriage... seems very unreasonable.
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 are you being perfunctory? I'm secretly happy. I just want to use the wedding to trap you. Even if we don't have a marriage certificate, the whole world will know that you are married. I don't think anyone has eyes."
"overbearing."
Shang Jing quickly took two mouthfuls of purple paella, his cheeks were puffed up, and his black and white eyelashes flickered.
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: "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 20 million immediately.
He got up early, and only he and the director woke up in Group A. The director still woke up hungry, and he probably went back to sleep soon.
In the two hours more free than the others, He Jiang opened the address book and called everyone.
"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."
"Too early? You single dog know what process."
"Uncle, you plan to hold a wedding in March next year. You are in Australia. Of course, I will let you know in advance."
"Mom, last time the daughter of the Wang family held a wedding, how do you count the days?"
Shangjing couldn't finish the meal, so He Jiang snatched his mobile phone after calling his mother, "Calm down."
Asking someone to spare a month's bullshit begging, what do you mean to say it out, let's fix the date.
Ding ding—the phone vibrates.
He Jiang: "It must be because my schedule is free enough."
Shang Jing pressed the answer button without looking at the words.
Bian: "Wedding—"
Shang Jing: "I'm sorry, don't mess with He Jiang, the wedding is not over yet."
After being stunned for a while, Father He said: "It's not over?"
The old father only wanted He Jiang, and whether he would invite the company's executives when the time came, because He Jiang's company was called a vice president.
Shang Jing was stunned, 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 father'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 father as well as the father in the script. I can also carefully figure out the psychology of the characters. I beg me to understand He Jiang carefully." total work."
Shang Jing: "Is that how you know?"
He Jiang shook the phone: "How clear?"
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 it to my dad."
The time between the two of them talking always passed quickly, and they began to shoot in the afternoon until the early morning.
Shang Jing ordered He Jiang to take a nap and was 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 has already been held. Do you want to have a simple proposal ceremony
We are all men, and Shang Jing never thought about who will do it, but the result is fixed, and the process is the same for whoever follows it.
He Jiang has been busy recently, so he just came.
Life needs little surprises, and simple rituals are 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 he ordered two men's plain rings at the counter in Shangjing 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 was being filmed until ten o'clock, and when he came back, he went to bed, sucking up business puppies, a hundred times more refined.
Shang Jing pushed He Jiang away like a big dog "licking" a small dog, and cleared his throat: "I have something for you."
He Jiang looked at Shang Jing's "look" and couldn't help but look forward to it.
Shang Jing has never said what to give him so formally, and he still regrets the birthday cake he missed last time.
Shang Jing secretly took out something from under the quilt: "Look!"
He Jiang's emotional 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 for a couple decoration and made a skull for entertainment.
After it was fired, the program team sent it home, and it was very white. Anyway, He Jiang never saw it again.
He Yingdi tried to adjust his expression, no matter what, it was also made by Shang Jing himself, and the meaning of handwork is more important than anything else.
When he was gladly accepting and returning a long kiss, Shang Jing frowned: "What are you doing in a daze, open it."
Only then did He Jiang discover that the white porcelain was not complete, and there was a gap in the middle.
When he opened it and saw what was inside, he froze in a rare way.
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 were 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 it on for me too."
Shang Jing was puzzled: "Can I wear a ring when filming?"
He Jiang: "Put it on, don't worry about it."
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 him in his arms, and warned, "Don't make any progress."
He's a bit native-tongued ashamed of calling her husband.
He Jiang hugged Tiantian's wife and closed her eyes hard.
Fuck, it's not to save the first time for my wife to treat her illness. I've been doing business puppies a hundred and eighty times in the past few mornings.