In the entertainment industry, you are scumbag and I am cheap

"Thank you for taking care of him. Let's go slowly." Han Jiamu drove him all the way to the entrance of the community and stopped a taxi. After Dong Wencheng got into the car, he thanked him coldly and slammed the door.

The driver turned his head and wanted to say something. After seeing Han Jiamu's expression through the window, he turned his head tactfully and said, "Forget it, it's just that the door was knocked down, so it doesn't matter."

In fact, Dong Wencheng felt a little guilty. He was interrupted just now when he wanted to kiss Cheng Xiangdong by accident, and seeing the interaction between the two of them, he could understand why this person was so unfriendly to him.

Sighing, he motioned for the driver to drive.

After watching the car leave, Han Jiamu let out a cold snort. He went to the pharmacy in the community to buy anti-fever pastes and some anti-inflammatory and anti-fever drugs. After thinking about it, he went to buy a bowl of porridge to take back with him.

It was almost twelve o'clock at this moment, the neighborhood was quiet, but the street lights were all on.

Going back to Cheng Xiangdong's house quickly, Han Jiamu locked the door and carried the bag into the bedroom, Cheng Xiangdong was still asleep.

There was a glass of water on the bedside table that was already cold, so he put down the porridge, picked up the water glass and replaced it with hot water, thinking that when Hui Cheng Xiangdong finished eating the porridge, the water would be ready to eat, just to take medicine.

I don't know if it's because the quilt is too thick or what, Cheng Xiangdong sweated a lot, his body was damp and uncomfortable.

He kicked the quilt twice, but didn't push it away. He twisted his body in dissatisfaction, and opened his eyes with difficulty.

Seeing the person sitting by the bed with the quilt pressed, he snorted, "It's hot, go away."

"I'll get you some wine later, can you sit up and eat?" With that said, the man had already stretched out his hand to pull him up, and put two pillows behind him for him to lean on.

Cheng Xiangdong shook his body, revealing the school uniform he was wearing.

"Uncomfortable, don't want to eat."

"If you don't want to eat, you have to eat." How could Han Jiamu discuss it with him? He glanced at the school uniform on his body and raised his eyebrows. He scooped a spoonful of porridge into his mouth and said, "The color of this school uniform is really ugly. It’s not as good as the red one in our high school.”

"Hmm!" Cheng Xiangdong glared at him as his mouth was stuffed with a spoon.

The spoon was taken out, and he quickly swallowed the porridge, but when he wanted to speak, he was stuffed with the spoon again.

He didn't even have the energy to stare.

Asshole stuff, on purpose!

Han Jiamu kept a cold face, no matter how much he stared at him, he would stuff white rice porridge into his mouth in his own way, and asked, "I put some salt just now, will it be salty?"

Cheng Xiangdong finally exploded after he fed five spoonfuls in a row, pushed his arm away with his last strength, and said angrily: "I'm so salty!"

Han Jiamu was taken aback, scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it into his mouth, then his expression changed.

It is quite salty.

Cheng Xiangdong rolled his eyes at him. Although it was salty, he seemed to be a little more energetic after eating something. He picked up the water and blew on it, took a sip, and glanced at the medicine next to him. Taking medicine, taking medicine is not good for the body."

"If you don't take medicine, you will get better slowly."

"Slow down, anyway, I'll rest tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and I've made it through." After drinking water, his throat felt much better, and after being tormented by Han Jiamu, he also regained his energy. Although his head still hurts, he wasn't as groggy as before.

Putting down the bowl in his hand, Han Jiamu reached out and touched his forehead again, "Lie down, put this on." He took out the antipyretic patch, took it apart, and patted his forehead.

Cheng Xiangdong snorted and reached out to take off his clothes.

Seeing his limp hands and feet, Han Jiamu could only sigh to help, and when he stripped him naked and tucked him into the bed, he actually sweated a little.

"Go to sleep, I'll get you some wine to rub your hands and feet later."

"You actually believe this."

"Otherwise you take medicine."

"Forget it, there is medical alcohol in the medicine box, thank you." Cheng Xiangdong closed his eyes and fell asleep after a while.

Han Jiamu waited for his breathing to stabilize before getting up and going to the bathroom, and took a shower by himself, holding a basin of hot water in his hand.After wiping his body, he took a cotton ball dipped in alcohol and rubbed his palms and feet. He looked focused and gentle. If Cheng Xiangdong saw it at this moment, he would probably think it was a dream.

After finishing Han Jiamu's packing for him, he checked the time, it was past one o'clock in the morning.

It was also impossible for him to leave Cheng Xiangdong at home with a fever that had not subsided, and simply go to bed and lie beside him, staring sideways at Cheng Xiangdong's sleeping face.

It was already dawn when he opened his eyes again, and the sun shone in through the undrawn curtains. Cheng Xiangdong stared at the gap for a long time before recovering, and sat up slowly.

The antipyretic patch on his forehead fell off, he picked it up to have a look, his memory was a bit fuzzy, he remembered that he was sick and that the director was on vacation for two days...then what?He remembered that Dong Wencheng followed him when he got in the car, and he forgot how he got home afterwards.

Putting the antipyretic patch beside him, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

There was a soft ping-pong sound outside the room, and he was stunned for a moment. Although his body was still a little weak, his steps were not slow. When he opened the door, he smelled a burnt smell.

The tall man in the small kitchen who hurriedly turned off the fire didn't notice him, he just stirred the pot with a spoon, and scooped some in a small bowl to taste.

It's cooked, it shouldn't matter if it's a bit mushy, at least it's not as salty as yesterday.

Cheng Xiangdong stared at Han Jiamu's back in a daze, raised his hand to rub his eyes in disbelief, and found that he was still there, pinched his thigh again and hissed in pain.

Not a dream!

Big Wood cooks porridge for him!

Then he must have taken care of himself last night!

Thinking of this in his heart, the corners of his mouth began to turn up, and then he walked over quickly and hugged her waist.

Han Jiamu was taken aback by the sudden embrace, and the little bowl was almost dropped into the pot.

"You're up."

"En." Cheng Xiangdong's voice was muffled, and he buried his face on his back and rubbed, "Why are you here?"

"You let go first." It's the first time to be hugged like this, and I'm not used to it.

Cheng Xiangdong let go, took a step back and looked at him with a smile.

His face was still a little pale, but he couldn't hide the joy in his eyes. Han Jiamu was a little embarrassed to be looked at by him, so he quickly took the pot and said, "Go and wash, you can eat now."

Seeing that his ears were a little red, Cheng Xiangdong liked it even more, leaned over and gave him a kiss on the corner of his mouth, then turned to wash.

Although my body hasn't recovered yet, I'm in a really good mood. While brushing my teeth, I even hummed a few songs, and by the way, my body swayed, swayed, swayed.

"Did you forget that you are a sick patient?" Han Jiamu, who had already put the bowl and chopsticks on the table, saw that he hadn't come out of the bathroom for so long, so he came over to take a look a little worried, but saw the man twisting and turning. The side was crooked, if he hadn't reached out to catch it, the man would have fallen.

Cheng Xiangdong sniffed, feeling very dizzy, with foam in his mouth, looking very embarrassed.

"Hurry up and come out to eat." Han Jiamu pushed him away in disgust.

Sitting at the dining table, Qian Cheng looked eastward at the mustard shreds on the table. It was obvious that they had been unpacked and poured on the plate. There was also a plate of shredded radish, and the same was true, plus a pot of porridge, two bowls, and three steamed buns.

"Anyway, bring me a boiled egg."

"You don't have any eggs in the fridge."

"I don't have steamed buns in the refrigerator."

"..." Han Jiamu stopped talking. He didn't like to eat eggs, and he didn't know how to cook them, so he didn't think about buying eggs when he went out. Besides, what kind of eggs do big men eat, just eat steamed buns.

Cheng Xiangdong was actually running on him habitually, and when he saw that he was silent, he quickly picked up the bowl, took two big swigs, and exaggeratedly babbled, with a serious face.

Han Jiamu raised his eyelids and looked at him. After all, it was his first time cooking porridge. It was a bit mushy and the bottom of the pot was a bit thick, but everything else was fine, but he just wanted to know what Cheng Xiangdong had to say about it.

"It's a little worse than mine, but it's not bad, pay attention to the heat next time."

"Don't eat if you don't want to eat." As he said that, he wanted to grab the bowl in his hand.

"Ah, ah," Cheng Xiangdong dodged, and quickly took another two big gulps from the bowl, "Why do you change your face when you say you're going to change your face? I'm joking with you. It's good, thank you."

Han Jiamu snorted, broke apart the steamed bun, picked up the pickles, and took a bite.

"How is your filming?"

After eating, the two chatted and the atmosphere was quite good. Cheng Xiangdong shook his head when he heard his question, broke off a piece of steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth, and sighed: "It's only halfway through the filming, and the scene with Brother Dong is quite stressful."

"Brother Dong, you mean Dong Wencheng?"

"Yeah," nodded, feeling wrong again, he raised his eyes and asked, "How do you know it's Dong Wencheng, our crew keeps secrets very well."

"I saw him at your place last night." Thinking of something, Han Jiamu's expression turned cold instantly, "You have a good relationship with him?"

"That's it, he took good care of me on the set, and he's a senior in the company," Cheng Xiangdong didn't hear anything wrong with his tone, stuffed some sour radish into his mouth, and chewed it, "From Where can I buy radish sticks, they are delicious."

"My mother pickled it."

"Auntie's cooking skills are really good. Next time, bring me some. I seem to like to eat some sour ones recently. Serve with dinner."

"Your manager didn't arrange an assistant for you?" Han Jiamu nodded and agreed to his request, but still dragged the words back. He must ask why Dong Wencheng was left here alone last night. If something happens to the male and widows, who will be responsible!

Cheng Xiangdong looked at him puzzled, swallowed what was in his mouth, and said, "It's arranged, female assistant, what's the matter?"

"Why isn't she here when you're sick?"

Even if he didn't understand it, he realized that Han Jiamu's tone was wrong, and he seemed to know something?

Yangmei wasn't there last night?

"How did you get in last night?"

"Dong Wencheng opened the door."

"...Yangmei isn't here?"

"If you're talking about a woman, then I didn't see it. Dong Wencheng was the only one when I came, and you fell asleep."

Cheng Xiangdong's expression changed, and he wanted to curse.

What on earth is Yang Mei thinking, even if she is filming with Dong Wencheng these days, she can't just leave him here alone, it's not about hiding from her familiarity!

"Besides, that Dong Wencheng saw that your eyes were wrong, you should pay attention to yourself."

"what?"

"Didn't understand? He must have done something to you when I came. Seeing my expression is like seeing a ghost." Han Jiamu put down the bowl with a cold face, stood up and said, "I'm leaving, you Pay attention to yourself."

"Hey, I haven't finished eating yet, where are you going!" Seeing that he was already walking towards the door, Cheng Xiangdong quickly stretched out his hand to pull him, "Don't go, don't go."

Han Jiamu snorted and glared at him sideways.

At this time, the door was knocked twice.