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

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when I got off the plane at Harbin Airport. Cheng Xiangdong walked out of the aisle quickly in his unlined clothes, holding his drowsy son in his arms, got into the car, and trotted along with his assistant pushing the suitcase behind him. Long legs are different, one step out to top oneself two steps.

Getting into the business van waiting outside, Cheng Xiangdong put his son on the seat and took off the jacket around him, lowered his head and pressed his forehead sideways, frowning worriedly.

Assistant Wang Xinxin was a young guy wearing glasses. After putting the suitcase in the car, he quickly handed over the thermos and asked worriedly, "Brother Cheng, are you alright?"

Cheng Xiangdong shook his head, pointed to his own box next to him, "Please help me take out the cushion thermometer in the mezzanine."

Wang Xinxin quickly followed suit.

He took his son's temperature and found he had a slight fever. He sighed and turned his head and said, "The recording will start tomorrow?"

Wang Xinxin nodded, and asked the staff of the program team beside him: "What should I do in this situation? If there is no way to shoot tomorrow, does your program team have any emergency measures?"

"Yes, don't worry about that."

Cheng Xiangdong exhaled, poured warm water into the bottle and fed it to his son who opened his eyes in a daze, "Dear boy, drink water."

"Daddy~" The boy acted like a baby, raising his arms to hug him.

Cheng Xiangdong quickly hugged him in his arms, covered him with the blanket and kissed his forehead, "Sleep, Daddy will pick you up and get out of the car later."

Rubbing his fleshy face against his chest, the boy closed his eyes.

It took three hours by car from the airport to the grassland where the show was recorded. Cheng Xiangdong held his son in one position and took his son's temperature every half an hour. Before he arrived at the grassland, the good boy finally stopped burning, but he was still not very energetic.

"Brother Cheng, can I hold you for a while?" Seeing that the boy woke up, Wang Xinxin hurriedly called out, "You move around."

Cheng thanked Dong Dong but refused, "He had a temper when he was sick, thank you I'm fine." In fact, he didn't want his son to leave his side when he was weak.

Guaizi moved, got up from Cheng Xiangdong and sat on his lap, then lay on his chest, his stomach growling.

"hungry?"

"Ah."

Cheng Xiangdong took out the cookies and handed them to him, and asked Wang Xinxin to make milk powder for him, "Eat less."

Guaizi nodded while holding the bottle, and opened his mouth to eat the biscuit.

At the first shooting scene, the other five adults and two children who had arrived early had already greeted each other. The two star fathers with the children were coaxing their sons to eat with a sad face, and the other three temporary fathers were watching. interesting.

Although Han Jiamu has been observing how they get along with the children, his mind is not all here. He looks back at the door from time to time, and the two assistants who came with him are sitting at the table next to them, looking up at each other while eating, and then wink at each other.

It means, you go ask, what is Brother Han doing.

As a result, the two glared at each other again, whoever got closer was sick!

"Here we come, Cheng Xiangdong is here, get out of the car right away." Somebody outside shouted, and several staff members who were waiting nearby rushed over and surrounded the commercial van parked not far away.

Cheng Xiangdong got out of the car first, stretched his waist fiercely, and then carried his son out.

Guaizi put his arms around Daddy's neck and turned to look at them, a little scared.

Everyone who saw the boy's face clearly made a sound of surprise, this baby looks so cute!

Han Jiamu stood at the door, looking at Cheng Xiangdong and the child in his arms from afar.

Cheng Xiangdong smiled and thanked the staff who helped with the salute, and met Han Jiamu's gaze as soon as he raised his eyes.

I haven't seen each other for five years, and I can only see each other on TV. I have to say that five years will really change people a lot.

Slowly raising the corners of his mouth, Cheng Xiangdong smiled.

I thought I wouldn't think about it if I couldn't see it, but I knew it when I saw it. It's not that I don't want to, but I don't let myself think about it.

"Daddy, I'm hungry."

"Let's go eat." Cheng Xiangdong looked away and kissed his son's cheek.

Han Jiamu didn't know how to describe his current mood. Seeing him walking towards this side, his walking speed was a bit slow, and he frowned slightly.

His body moved before his brain, and when he realized what he had done, he had already reached out and hugged the fat boy lying on Cheng Xiangdong's shoulder. Although his posture was not standard, he knew he had to support his buttocks and waist.

Cheng Xiangdong raised his eyebrows, and the boy stared at Han Jiamu with big eyes, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

Cheng Xiangdong smiled brightly, pointed at the father and son who were looking at each other, and opened his mouth, "My dear boy, call me Mommy."

The son is a caring little padded jacket, and he listens to whatever his father says, so when Han Jiamu was surprised by Cheng Xiangdong's words again, he heard the two words that frightened him for the second time, the soft and waxy voice of a baby, "Mom~~Mi~~~"

Not only Han Jiamu stood still on the spot, but even the assistants beside him were dumbstruck.

Have you ever seen a mother who is 1.8 meters tall and weighs about 150 catties with stubble on her chin?

Please look here, sauce~~!

Han Jiamu looked at Cheng Xiangdong coldly, turned around with his boy in his arms, and ignored him.

Cheng Xiangdong sighed, bent down and tapped his sore thigh, turned his face to look at the people who were still staring at him stupidly, and said with a smile: "Your receptivity is really poor, a joke can actually scare you." He waved his hand, and strode forward in a cool and unrestrained way, although his legs were still a little weak, but it was okay, he was used to it.

Several people in the room were puzzled when they saw Han Jiamu carrying a fat boy in his arms. After taking a closer look at the baby's appearance, the father of the sprint champion smiled and said, "This is your son?"

Han Jiamu thought he was joking and didn't care, so he said softly, "Cheng Xiangdong's son."

Before they could speak again, they were stunned when they saw Cheng Xiangdong approaching from behind.

Knowing that Cheng Xiangdong has a monstrous face, he did not expect such a monstrous face.

After the baptism of time, the young boy at the beginning has become even more eye-catching. Although it is not appropriate to use these words on men, there is no way, that smile is really too tempting.

Fortunately, I am not gay, otherwise I would be fascinated by him, this is the voice of a few men with normal sexual orientation.

Guaizi put one arm around Han Jiamu's neck, and the other small hand grabbed his big hand, and asked in French in a low voice: "Are you my mommy? I've seen you on TV."

Han Jiamu couldn't understand what he was talking about, so he could only ask Cheng Xiangdong.

"what did he say?"

"Huh?" Cheng Xiangdong took off his coat, and reached out to take off his hat for his son. He didn't know why after hearing his question. He didn't hear his son's words, but... he stretched out his hand and patted his son's fleshy buttocks , "Hey boy, speak Chinese."

Guaizi pouted, twisted his fingers together without a sound, looked at Cheng Xiangdong, then at Han Jiamu, and asked the same question in Chinese.

The corner of Han Jiamu's mouth twitched twice, he raised his foot, and kicked Cheng Xiangdong's ass very rudely, "I haven't seen you for five years, and my mouth is still so cheap."

Cheng Xiangdong laughed twice, and said to himself that if you don't believe me to tell the truth, it's fine if you don't believe it.

Han Jiamu didn't bother to talk to him anymore, he sat down with his boy in his arms, glanced at his assistant and said, "Let them bring the food." He just heard the fat boy in his arms growling.

Although Cheng Xiangdong was annoyed and went abroad to give birth to a child, but for some reason, the first time he saw the child, he felt very kind, and the original anger faded away.

Cheng Xiangdong said hello to the other people, and everyone was familiar with them. Just in time, the staff in charge of logistics brought over the lunch box. After Cheng Xiangdong glanced at it, he didn't say anything. whispered something.

Wang Xinxin blinked, nodded, and then went to communicate with the logistics staff.

Han Jiamu saw that Cheng Xiangdong opened the lunch box and ate a couple of mouthfuls. He had no intention of feeding the fat boy in his arms, so he frowned slightly, "He's hungry, why don't you feed him?"

Guaizi also stared at Cheng Xiangdong eagerly and moved his mouth.

Cheng Xiangdong hummed, raised his hand to touch his son's face, and whispered: "Daddy asked them to make you something else to eat, you can't eat this, it will make your stomach feel uncomfortable."

Guaizi nodded, but he was obedient. Dad said he would not eat if he was not allowed to eat, and he would not eat if he was hungry.

Han Jiamu took a look at the food in his box lunch, roasted eggplant with minced meat, stewed beans with pork ribs, and fried pork with melon slices, why can't they eat it?

"He still has a fever on the way, and the oil is too big for him to eat. I asked Xiaoxin to ask if I can borrow the kitchen here, and I can steam an egg custard for him later," he said touching Touching my son's flat belly felt very distressed. He put down his chopsticks and stretched out his hand to hug him back, "Daddy will take you outside for a walk to see the scenery. Didn't you say you never saw the prairie when you got on the plane? Daddy will take you Go, the custard will be ready when we come back later."

Guaizi raised his little arm, "Daddy hug."

Cheng Xiangdong smiled and hugged him, kissed his cheek and was about to go out, but the boy reached out to Han Jiamu again, "Mommy~"

Come on, this is remembered.

Han Jiamu's face was cold, he met the fat boy's dark eyes with anticipation, and looked at the little meaty hand stretched out in front of him, he got up and held the little meaty hand in his hand.

"I'll go with you, I just came here and haven't looked around yet."

Cheng Xiangdong glanced at him in surprise, he hadn't seen him for many years, this person is much easier to get along with than before.

He had nothing to refuse, so he handed his son to Han Jiamu again, and said brazenly, "It's just right, since you are a mommy, get along well with the boy, it's rare that he can be hugged by a stranger."

Turning his head to indicate that there is no need for anyone to follow them, Han Jiamu went out with Cheng Xiangdong in his arms, and then said coldly: "Can you be more serious? You are not afraid of teaching bad children."

"I'm serious." Cheng Xiangdong felt that he was wronged.

"Are you seriously asking your son to call me mom? What about his own mom?"

Cheng Xiangdong turned his face, looked at him and then at the son in his arms, curled his lips and muttered: "You are blind so you can't see that my boy is your son." But his muttering was too small, and the other party didn't hear it at all. .

Han Jiamu only saw his mouth move and frowned, "What are you talking about?"

"I said that you are not his mother, there is no other mother."

Han Jiamu: "..." Suddenly, I really want to go back to a certain time many years ago, and I especially don't want to talk to this person, and my heart feels stuffy.