[✓](BL)Gaining A Husband After a Memory Loss

Chapter 34

The security made He Jiang stunned for a word, and then he thought that after Mr. He’s car went out yesterday, he didn’t seem to come back.

So… this cake should have been bought by Mr. Shang to celebrate Mr. He’s birthday, but before He Jiang came back, it had to be distributed to them after twelve o’clock.

After he figured it out, the security guard was anxious for the owner: “Hey, look at how I ate it, Mr. Shang didn’t seem very happy when he came over last night, you must coax him well. Let the packing box be cleaned in the morning. Take it away, do you want me to go to the cake shop to buy another one?”

He Jiang said no, raised his hand and cut three cakes down.

The dense cake base and the snow-like cream exude a sweet fragrance, the strawberry and mango pieces are embellished, the bottom layer of the flower petals are slightly deformed, and the nuts are not crispy.

He Jiang called Xiaobei to come over, seal the cakes cut from each layer, and send them to the freezer on the Daping floor in the city center for storage.

Redemption of expired birthday cake does not make sense.

He Jiang just wanted to teach herself a lesson, no matter what happens, never leave the amnesiac business dog alone.

When He Jiang transferred money to the security guard, the security guard refused to accept it.

“You just cut three pieces to go. It’s still your birthday cake. How can you transfer the money to me?”

He Jiang: “What I want to receive is not only to redeem the cake, but I also hope that you can keep it a secret for me.”

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When approaching the villa area, Shangjing’s mobile phone suddenly vibrated, and it turned out to be a call from brain doctor Fu Ya.

Shang Jing thought it was because the amnesia treatment had made great progress, so he quickly connected.

Fu Ya’s voice was a little anxious: “Mr. Shang, I read on the Internet that you were brought to the United States by your mother at the age of six, right?”

Shang Jing didn’t remember much, but according to He Jiang, he grew up in the United States, and after his mother sold the house, he should have been taken abroad.

“Seems to be.”

Fu Ya: “I have a cousin. After his father died, he was taken abroad by his mother and cut off contact. His mother’s surname was Shang. My father couldn’t let him go. I tried to find him when I went to study in the United States, but I never had the luck. Take the liberty to ask, could it be you?”

Shang Jing was startled: “Where did your cousin live before?”

When Fu Ya first met, he asked him if he grew up in the United States. At that time, Shang Jing didn’t think he had anything to do with the United States.

He speaks Chinese, writes Chinese characters, likes to eat dumplings, and dislikes Western food. He believes that he is a native Chinese.

He didn’t know until he read He Jiang’s Weibo, perhaps because he also taught himself nine years of compulsory education.

Fu Ya said a location, it was the old house that was sold.

Some pictures flashed in front of Shang Jing’s eyes. It seemed to be a long, long time ago. He was certain that he was no more than ten years old.

One day, his mother took a letter and said to him coldly: “Your uncle died of illness, you have no relatives in the country, and no one will come to pick you up.”