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

The two big ones and one small didn't go far, and it didn't take long to steam an egg custard. Cheng Xiangdong kicked his legs and stretched his waist. Just as he was saying something, he stretched out his little finger and pointed into the distance, and then Han Jiamu said something, the boy actually grinned happily.

Cheng Xiangdong, father and son, were a little lost, and sighed.

No matter what Han Jiamu and himself were like in the past, he had to admit that blood relationship is really a magical thing, and a father and son who have never met before are so compatible.

"Brother Cheng, the custard is ready." Wang Xinxin shouted.

Cheng Xiangdong turned his face to see him waving his hand to signal that he understood, then trotted a few steps to find the father and son, "It's time to eat, dear boy, give me a hug from Daddy."

Guaizi shook his head, rejecting Daddy's extended arm for the first time.

"Mommy hugs, Daddy rests."

Cheng Xiangdong twitched the corner of his mouth, glanced at Han Jiamu who seemed to be used to being called "Mummy", and sighed, "What did you instill in my son just now, I thought you could snatch it from me."

Han Jiamu didn't want to talk to him, so he walked back with his boy in his arms.

Just now, taking advantage of the distance, he put out what he wanted to know in Guaizi's mouth with a few words. When he knew that Guaizi really didn't have a mommy and Cheng Xiangdong had no other close lover, he was very surprised. He didn't expect Cheng Xiangdong to I will take care of my children for five years by myself.

After eating, the boy fell into a drowsy sleep again. Cheng Xiangdong carried him from Han Jiamu's arms, touched his forehead and was relieved to find that it wasn't burning.

"Brother Han, just now the program team said that Brother Cheng lives in the same room as you." Han Jiamu's assistant held a wet towel in his hand and looked at Cheng Xiangdong with a smile, "Brother Cheng, long time no see."

Cheng Xiangdong was stunned for a while, staring at his bright smiling face and thinking for a while, then asked in surprise, "Liu Sensen?"

"Brother Cheng still remembers me!" Liu Sensen was very excited.

"You've been serving him for five years, right? He didn't give you a raise?" Cheng Xiangdong smiled and kissed Han Jiamu next to him, raising his eyebrows. What's the matter with being nervous!"

Are you talking about a salary increase?Why did the painting style change suddenly!

The corner of Han Jiamu's mouth twitched. If there were not many staff members around here, he would definitely not be able to resist punching him, why is he still so thick-skinned!The tone is still so cheap!

Cheng Xiangdong just likes to see how aggrieved he wants to lose his temper but can't, what's wrong with the actor?The film emperor still has to squint for me!snort!

The place where I live is not far from the shooting location. It takes more than ten minutes by car to arrive. It is a small three-story hotel. There was no problem at first, but when I opened the room and saw the [-]-meter bed inside, not only Han Jiamu's expression changed , and the assistant who followed him was also dumbfounded.

Liu Sensen quickly turned his head to look at a staff member who followed him, and asked, "Double bed?"

"I'm sorry, Brother Han. Originally, this room was lived by Sun Min'an and Chen Zhiqiang's father and son. As a result, Mani of Chen Zhiqiang's family should not be with strangers. He cried too much, so he had to change rooms." The room situation this time is also helpless , This small hotel has a total of more than a dozen rooms, most of which are double beds.

Han Jiamu waved his hand to express that it doesn't matter. It's impossible to be happy when you go out. "Will the camera follow you when you sleep at night?"

"No, no, I will only take pictures of the situation before going to bed and the situation of waking up when filming the show. You can rest assured."

Han Jiamu nodded, thanked him, pushed himself and Cheng Xiangdong into the room, and then said indifferently to several assistants: "It's late, go to rest."

The assistant who followed him had long been accustomed to his attitude, and turned away without saying much, but Wang Xinxin glanced at Cheng Xiangdong, who was bending over to undress him after putting the boy on the bed, and said softly, "Brother Cheng, then I'll gone back?"

"Well, you go, come back tomorrow for the video." Cheng Xiangdong didn't even turn his head, he took off his son's clothes and shoes lightly but neatly, and stripped them off in twos and twos, "Big wood, check if there is a basin in the bathroom , if there is hot water in the basin, I have to wash him."

Han Jiamu closed the door, and Wang Xinxin tilted his head when he heard his words at the moment of closing the door. Why did he feel that Brother Cheng's tone was so natural and friendly? Although it was a classmate relationship, he always felt that something was wrong.

Han Jiamu pushed the box to the side, turned around and went to the bathroom without further ado, but he didn't see the basin, but he saw a wooden barrel. He rubbed his chin and looked around, and found a disposable plastic sheet. This is probably a single-person bath Bathtub for bathing.

"No pot, I'll go out and get one."

"Yeah." After stripping his son naked and wrapping him in a quilt, Cheng Xiangdong turned around and took the box and opened it, took out the electronic thermometer, and took his son's temperature.

Han Jiamu came back very quickly, holding a blue plastic basin in his hand, brushing it clean and pouring hot water, moving quickly.

"Didn't it mean he was sick?" Seeing him wipe the towel on the fat boy, Han Jiamu frowned slightly, "Won't you catch a cold again after wiping this way?"

"If you don't wipe him, he will cry in the middle of the night. It's up to you to love cleanliness." Cheng Xiangdong naturally didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said, but Han Jiamu was stunned.

Staring sideways at the sleeping boy, Han Jiamu narrowed his eyes slightly and stretched out his hands to pull up the quilt cover for him, and asked, "What's your name?"

Cheng Xiangdong just finished wiping his son's legs, he didn't hear what he asked clearly, so he looked up at him, "Huh?"

Han Jiamu sat sideways on the bed, couldn't help but squeeze his soft little hands, "I ask you what his name is, his first name." He heard that his nickname was Guaizi.

There was a pause in the movement of twisting the towel, Cheng Xiangdong looked at him and chuckled, "It's Cheng Muyun."

Han Jiamu turned his head sharply to look at him, his eyes widened slightly in surprise.

"Why, do you think my son's name is not good?"

"It sounds good." I don't know why, but my heart is sour.

Cheng Xiangdong lifted his chin triumphantly, and snorted, "That must sound good, I thought about it for a long time before I thought of it." After speaking, he ignored Han Jiamu who opened his mouth to speak, and carried the basin to change the water.

Han Jiamu took a deep breath, raised his hand to wipe his face, and turned to stare at the boy in a daze.

Cheng Xiangdong poured the water, stood in front of the sink and stared at the rushing faucet. He didn't notice it when the water was full and overflowing. The sound of rushing water attracted Han Jiamu, who was dumbfounded. I don't know what I was thinking when I stood there, I frowned and reached out to turn off the water.

Cheng Xiangdong hung his head and did not move.

"what happened?"

"I'm reflecting."

"I think you're crazy." Han Jiamu stretched out his hand and pulled him towards him, making him face himself, "I thought you were going to recuperate your body, but I didn't expect you to have a baby."

Cheng Xiangdong blinked, saw the anger hidden in his eyes, raised his eyebrows slightly, "I'm going to have a baby, does it have anything to do with you?"

"He is four and a half years old this year, and you have been away for five and three months. Tell me why you had children with other women when you told me you liked it." Maybe he was offended by his frivolous appearance, Maybe it's something else, Han Jiamu's face turned cold, "Don't you think you should explain it to me?"

"Heh," Cheng Xiangdong raised his hand and patted his face lightly, with a charming smile, "Big wood, what identity do you use to let me explain? Have you forgotten what you said? I said I like you , but what did you say, you said, can’t you be a friend of fire all the time?” He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, “Since you are a friend of fire, why should I explain to you.”

When I named my son, I thought about it. After all, I can't live alone, so even if the two of them are no longer together, I still have to give Han Jiamu something to think about.But now he suddenly became annoyed, annoyed that his head was hot at the time, and angered by Han Jiamu's questioning attitude.

Why do you?Who are you, do I have anything to do with you!

To put it bluntly, Cheng Xiangdong became arrogant after meeting Han Jiamu five years later.

Why are you suddenly arrogant?It's because Han Jiamu didn't look too excited, as if they hadn't seen each other for five years, but just five days.

When I saw you, my heart was excited and contracted, I was nervous, I was looking forward to something, but you didn't react at all, and you even kissed my son, even if it was your son, you can't just have a son I ignore it!

Han Jiamu couldn't say anything because he couldn't say a word, and his breath was stuck in his heart, and he was about to suffocate to death.

"You can't go out, I want to take a shower and go to sleep." Cheng Xiangdong didn't care that he was still squeezed beside him, so he took off his clothes very quickly.

To put it bluntly, they are both old husbands and old husbands, and it is impossible for them to be shy.

Han Jiamu actually didn't expect him to take off his clothes without even saying hello, his eyes were a little straight.

Cheng Xiangdong's body has always been very attractive to him, not to mention naked, even with clothes on can make him stand up in an instant.

Han Jiamu swallowed, his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

Cheng Xiangdong turned sideways, trying to push him out to take a bath by himself, but he was grabbed as soon as he stretched out his hand. He frowned and looked at the stern-faced Han Jiamu, "Let go."

Han Jiamu stood at the bottom, grabbing him and turning him to face him, staring at the long pink scar on his abdomen.

It was clearly not the result of a minor operation.

Cheng Xiangdong was a little uncomfortable being looked at by him, and when he reached out to touch him, he quickly hid and yelled: "Han Jiamu, don't go too far, get out!"

"Shut up!" Han Jiamu pushed him against the wall, clasped his hands with his left hand, and gently touched the scar on his abdomen with his right hand, "What did you do?"

Cheng Xiangdong couldn't help but trembled a few times, and let out a groan.

I have been alone for so many years, and after giving birth to a baby, I can only solve certain needs by myself. Now the man I have been thinking about for many years is in front of me, and I am touching him, touching his particularly sensitive places. If he can bear it, he will be out of trouble!

"You..." Han Jiamu watched him tilt up, his voice hoarse.

Cheng Xiangdong gritted his teeth, broke away from his hand and rushed towards him, "Bastard!" He opened his mouth and bit his neck hard, and threw his long legs on him.

Han Jiamu put his hands on his legs very naturally, this action has been done countless times.

One was naked and the other was neatly dressed. Cheng Xiangdong turned on the shower switch on the wall and began to tear Han Jiamu's clothes.

"Daddy~~~~"

A soft and waxy voice came clearly from outside the door, and the two who had already faced each other frankly froze for an instant.

Cheng Xiangdong bared his teeth, and Han Jiamu pursed his lips.

This is really...

"Mummy~~~~~"

Sweet torture!