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

Han Jiamu said he wanted to chase Cheng Xiangdong, but he didn't take it seriously at first.

Let's put it this way, it's been ten years since the two of them knew each other. When Han Jiamu liked Lu Le back then, he didn't see him make any moves. He couldn't help but hug and kiss him.

Now that the two of them are running all over the ground with their children, he believes that Han Jiamu will run after him in turn. Cheng Xiangdong said that he only thought he was joking.

Guaizi officially started his kindergarten trip. At first, Cheng Xiangdong was afraid that his son would not adapt, so he went to pick him up and drop him off every day. After observing for a few days and communicating with the kindergarten teacher, he knew that his son could get along with other children happily, so he was relieved to do his own work.

In the blink of an eye, another month passed, and Cheng Xiangdong took on two magazine cover shoots, as well as a role as the second male lead in a movie.

Because he was going to shoot in another place, he could only let go of the reluctance in his heart. Before leaving, he hugged his son and kissed and kissed again and again, his eyes were red.

"Daddy, my father told me last night that a man must have a career, not love with his children." The boy patted him on the shoulder with his soft little hand, and the chubby face was full of seriousness.

The corners of Cheng Xiangdong's mouth twitched twice, he rubbed his chubby face with his hands, and smiled helplessly: "Son, do you know what career and love are? Your father said you can't believe it."

"I know!" The good boy puffed out his small chest, but he was serious, "A career means that the father can make a lot of money, and the relationship between the children means that they can't be clingy with their sons and daughters, and delay making money."

"I think you should be banned from calling your dad every day. The number and time of the phone calls have misled you." Cheng Xiangdong was speechless. He didn't know that it wasn't Han Jiamu who taught this, it was the good boy who was with the kindergarten children. conclusions drawn after discussion.

Guaizi pouted and rushed over to hug him and kissed him several times, "Daddy, you have to come back early, I will obediently wait for you at home."

Seeing Cheng Xiangdong's heart melted in that soft and cute little figure, he hugged him tightly and kissed him twice before letting go, "I want to listen to my grandparents, and my dad will make a video call with you when he's free."

Guaizi nodded, and after he left, he turned his mouth away, threw himself into Grandpa's arms with red eyes, and cried sullenly.

Wang Xinxin was driving the car, looking too closely at the rearview mirror, seeing Cheng Xiangdong sitting there expressionless, not knowing what he was thinking, he opened his mouth, and finally asked the question.

"Brother Cheng, are you and Brother Han...really together?"

Cheng Xiangdong looked at him with raised eyelids, and asked back, "How did you see that?"

Wang Xinxin's hairs stood on end at the first glance. Fortunately, his hands were steady, otherwise the car would have been able to drive onto the green belt.

"Me, me, brother Cheng, pretend I didn't ask." He suddenly realized that he was just an assistant and asked too much.But if you don't ask clearly, you will have doubts in your heart, and there will be problems in dealing with the outside world.

Cheng Xiangdong ignored him. He had discovered before that his assistant was good in other areas, but he had a heart that loved to gossip. To put it bluntly, an old man has the mouth of an old woman, and he has to talk about everything. , is really annoying.But there is nothing wrong with him, so Cheng Xiangdong has always been in a lukewarm state towards him, lest one day he knows more and goes out to talk about it, and he doesn't need reporters to dig the news, he can make headlines .

The two of them didn't talk all the way, Cheng Xiangdong looked down at the script, Wang Xinxin was frightened by him and was honest, and they lived in peace.

In fact, he knew why Wang Xinxin would ask this question. Han Jiamu sent the movie script this time. Although he is the second male lead, his appearance rate is definitely not less than that of the first male lead, and he is also a character who can be liked. To put it bluntly, this character does not matter Who will act, as long as the acting skills are online, they will not be smashed.

Coupled with the fact that Han Jiamu wanted to call every day at mealtime, Wang Xinxin would be surprised if he didn't misunderstand.

Ever since we talked about it that day, Han Jiamu has started filming outside. Usually, the two can only communicate by phone and video. Cheng Xiangdong thinks this sticky state is quite interesting. Even his mother asked if he is in a relationship. Looks like I'm in a better mood.

While distracted, the phone rang again.

You don't even need to see who is calling, just pick it up and pick it up.

"You put a tracker on my car?"

Han Jiamu was stunned for a moment, then asked with a smile, "Are you at the airport?"

"I'll be there soon." Cheng Xiangdong signaled Wang Xinxin to stop by the side of the road, "I'll call you later."

Wang Xinxin helped him take down his luggage and asked, "Brother Cheng, do you really need me to follow?"

"Xiaolu is over there, don't you have something to do at home? Don't worry, I can't lose it." Patting him on the shoulder, putting on his hat and sunglasses, Cheng Xiangdong pulled the box and waved to him, "Goodbye."

Wang Xinxin had no choice but to watch him leave.

Cheng Xiangdong was very happy to have one less gossiping guy around. Although Lu Miao was a woman, she was much better than Wang Xinxin.

Before boarding the plane, he called Han Jiamu and told him what time he would arrive. Han Jiamu said he would pick him up.

When Cheng Xiangdong got off the plane, it was dark. He fell asleep on the plane, and when he got off the plane, he was shivered by the wind.

Looking at the half-sleeves he was wearing, and looking around at several people wearing long trench coats, he felt a little silly.

Turning on the phone to report to parents that they are safe, knowing that the boy has fallen asleep, he breathed out a relieved breath, and hurried to get the luggage, he was almost freezing to death!

After getting the suitcase and going out, he heard someone calling Han Jiamu's name from a long distance away. He paused and looked up to the direction where the crowd gathered.

The advantage of height made that cool guy with a paralyzed face stand out from the crowd, and dozens of female fans came out from nowhere, and were surrounding him asking for autographs while posting nympho. Although Han Jiamu looked cold, he didn't really care. He refused, but while signing, he looked up and looked this way, until he saw Cheng Xiangdong, he politely refused the pen and paper handed over, and then strode over with frowns.

The fans were stopped by the bodyguards, and they didn't recognize Cheng Xiangdong who had made some disguise from a distance.I just feel that their idol suddenly seems to be a little different, very eager or something.

"You don't even read the weather forecast when you go out?" Seeing him wearing a short-sleeved shirt, he reached out and touched his arm, which was cold.

His palms were so warm that Cheng Xiangdong narrowed his eyes slightly, sniffed and smiled wryly: "Who would have thought that this place will rain when it says it rains, and it will cool down when it says it will cool down. Your son's face can't change so quickly. I took the coat and put it in the box." , I didn’t have time to wear it.”

Han Jiamu glared at him, took the box over, and dragged him out in big strides.

Cheng Xiangdong didn't say anything, he turned his head and glanced at the group of fans who were so surprised that they couldn't even shout, and silently covered his face.

"Big wood, your fans are really very receptive." Being stuffed into the car, Cheng Xiangdong waved to Liu Sensen who was sitting in the driver's seat, "Hi, we meet again."

Liu Sensen twitched the corners of his mouth at him, laughing dryly.

Cheng Xiangdong turned his face to look at Han Jiamu, raised his eyebrows—you're scolding him again?

Han Jiamu didn't bother to care about Liu Sensen pretending to be there, he just said, "I scolded you for being too gossip, why did you come here by yourself, where's the assistant?"

Cheng Xiangdong spread his hands, and smirked, "I threw the gossip home, and a female assistant will pick me up tomorrow morning, now, I have no place to stay at night, Brother Mu, please take me in!"

Han Jiamu nodded with a straight face, very serious.

It would be more serious if the hand that climbed onto his leg could stop fumbling.

Liu Sensen drove without looking sideways, as if the mutterings of the two people behind him were air, not because he didn't want to gossip, but because he had been dealt with severely in the past two days, he still knew the pain, and being stabbed in the eye every day was also terrifying.

Back in the hotel room, Cheng Xiangdong went to take a shower, and when he came out steaming, he saw Han Jiamu sitting on the sofa with a serious face, holding a thick script in his hand, but his black eyes moved away from the script from time to time, looking at it openly. Cheng Xiangdong had two long, bare legs.

Cheng Xiangdong walked up to him, took the script in his hand and threw it aside, raised his leg, sat directly on his lap, raised his arms around his neck, and asked with a smile: "Brother Wood, do you read the script?" How is it?"

Sprayed by his cheap air, Han Jiamu kept his face expressionless, with one arm around his thin waist, and the other hand walked up the thigh, and soon he was covered under the towel so that he couldn't see the movements clearly.

Cheng Xiangdong's breathing became heavier, and he licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, "Hey, answer me."

"Very good." The hoarse voice indicated how excited he was at the moment, but Cheng Xiangdong Africa had to play the game of asking me and answering you, and he had to accompany him.

Cheng Xiangdong returned the script, flipped through it and said, "Brother, are you the only younger brother in your life?"

Han Jiamu was stunned for a moment, and after realizing that what he was talking about was a part of the script, he raised his eyebrows, "Well, it's just you."

"Then you listen to what I say?"

"What do you want to say?"

"Brother, we are talking about the lines, can you take your finger out?" Cheng Xiangdong narrowed his eyes, leaned over and opened his mouth to nibble on the tip of his nose, "Well... After the lines are matched, brother can do whatever he wants."

Han Jiamu was hot from being teased by him, gritted his teeth and glared at him, "Do you really want to get your lines right?"

"Huh?!" Cheng Xiangdong moved his buttocks, moved forward, put his hand on the place where he propped up the tent, and licked his chin with his probe, "Brother, sister is fine, you should marry her quickly, so that I You can hold a chubby baby."

Han Jiamu was going crazy from being called by his brother one by one, but his lifeline was held down, and he couldn't make a surprise attack, so he could only stare at him panting with anger in his eyes, and added his fingers to the three.

"You want me to marry Xinxin? Don't you like her too?"

"I like her, but I like my brother more..."

Han Jiamu couldn't take it anymore, turned over and pressed him on the sofa, unbuttoned his pants, and came straight in.

"It hurts!" Cheng Xiangdong was shivered by him, and couldn't help moaning.

"It hurts you to remember!"

Otherwise, you'll have to drive yourself crazy next time!

Cheng Xiangdong smiled like a cat that stole the smell, and he was just about to shake his beard and meow in triumph.

Serious or something, it's also the target of scoring, isn't it?

I've already taken a shower and prepared to devote my life. Come read the script and pretend to be serious. If you want to pretend, then let's pretend together. Anyway, sooner or later you can't help it!