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

Wang Xinxin went through the hospitalization procedures for Cheng Xiangdong. After hearing the news, reporters from various media rushed to block the corridor outside the ward. Cheng Xiangdong asked Wang Xinxin to send everyone out, so as not to hinder the doctor's work.

But how could the reporters do what he wanted, who wouldn't want to snatch the headlines, especially this kind of headlines, if there was something hidden, wouldn't it be a big profit?

Counting the number of reporters rushing into the ward, Wang Xinxin and bodyguards stopped in front of the door, and the scene was chaotic.

Han Jiamu's arrival stopped this farce. There was no way, this man was full of coldness, and his expressionless face was even more gloomy. If he took a step forward, everyone would unconsciously Take two steps back.

The coldness in Han Jiamu's eyes almost turned into ice picks and shot out, and the reporters who had been scanned by him couldn't help shaking twice.

"The hospital is not a place for you to hold a press conference." Han Jiamu turned sideways, motioning for the bodyguards to drive everyone away, "If you don't leave, stay here and stay with Xiang Dong in the hospital."

If someone else said this, it would definitely be regarded as a threat or a joke, but when Han Jiamu said it, it would definitely become a reality in the next second.

Several reporters have recorded what Han Jiamu said just now, and even took photos, planning to publish it in the newspaper soon. Since there is no way to get news about Cheng Xiangdong, it is not bad to start with Han Jiamu.

The corridor was finally quiet. Han Jiamu raised his hand and pushed open the door of the ward to walk in. Seeing that Cheng Xiangdong's left leg was lifted high, he frowned.

"Did you break a bone at once?"

The corner of Cheng Xiangdong's mouth twitched, thinking what sarcastic words are you talking to there, I'm dying of pain!

"The doctor was too responsible. He said it was a fractured bone and had to be fixed with plaster." He pouted, sniffed pitifully, and opened his arms, "Hold me, please coax me."

After staring at him for a while, Han Jiamu sighed helplessly, bent down to let him wrap his arms around his neck and patted him in his arms, "I did it myself."

"Get out, if it wasn't for that bad director tormenting me, why would I have a sprain and a plaster cast!"

Han Jiamu had nothing to say, but just lowered his head and kissed his pouting mouth.

"Don't take advantage of me." He raised his hand and pushed his face away, staring, "Pass me the phone, what's the news saying at the moment?"

"I don't know." Han Jiamu brought over the cell phone he had placed beside him, sat sideways on the edge of the bed and turned over, raising his eyebrows, "The news is in a different direction at the moment."

Cheng Xiangdong was taken aback, took the phone over and checked the news, and couldn't help the corners of his mouth twitching, "You just... the reporter wrote you were really rude."

[Rushing away the reporter is only to be alone with you, and the actor Han is affectionately alone. 】【Oak cp suspected of publicizing their relationship, fans cried and exploded. 】【The CP we formed in those years in August [-]th. 】【The hospital was shocked to hear that the actor likes playing in uniform. 】【On one hundred postures of taking care of people on the hospital bed. 】Cheng Xiangdong read the news headlines one by one, laughing while reading, and in the end, tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes. If it wasn't for the inconvenience of moving with one leg suspended, he probably would have rolled out of bed laughing.

Han Jiamu looked at him with a cold face, and waited for his laughter to die down before he said, "Why is it so funny?"

It's okay if he doesn't speak, but when he speaks, Cheng Xiangdong seems to be turned on by some switch, and he starts laughing again, he throws the phone aside, reaches out and grabs the man who is about to become angry, and says with a smile: "No, I don't know what's going on, I suddenly want to laugh, my stomach hurts, rub it for me."

Wang Xinxin, who had just opened the door and planned to come in, retreated out in a sensible manner, and closed the door by the way, so he should be able to get off work.

In the ward, although Han Jiamu was dissatisfied with his wild smile, he reached out to rub him when he heard that his stomach hurt. As a result, he had no other thoughts, but the patient with one leg hanging was inexplicably agitated.

Looking at the crotch holding up the tent, Han Jiamu raised his eyebrows, "You are quite energetic."

"Yeah, Brother Mu's massage is so comfortable, I can't help it." For Cheng Xiangdong who no longer teases Han Jiamu all the time, having sex, especially with the man he loves, is nothing more than normal. .

Pulling his tie and leaning over, he licked lightly on those pale pink thin lips, and whispered: "Brother Wood, help me touch it, it's hard work to be so hard!"

Han Jiamu stared at his watery eyes for a while, then slowly moved his gaze to the upturned tent, and then to his suspended left leg.

"If you want to take off your pants, let alone take off your pants now, you can't even move your legs." He shook his finger.

The corner of Cheng Xiangdong's mouth twitched, and he also shifted his gaze to his left leg that was hung up. Why didn't he tell the doctor just now to take off his trousers and put on a plaster cast?

"It's okay if you don't have sex." Gritting his teeth, although he suddenly wanted to have sex, but the conditions didn't allow it, and he couldn't tear up his pants. Tomorrow, when the nurse came to make the rounds, he would definitely think about it.

"Can you bear it if you don't have sex?" The hand that just rubbed the belly changed to go into the pants to poke the soft hole that has long been used to being touched by him, poking with fingertips one after another.

He found that hanging one leg was convenient for certain movements.

Cheng Xiangdong's heart was pounding when he poked him. If it wasn't for the early hour and people passing by outside from time to time, he would have yelled loudly.

It's so cool to poke!

He raised his waist unconsciously, trying to tell him to move faster, but was startled by the sound of the door opening suddenly.

Han Jiamu didn't have any other expressions, except that Cheng Xiangdong could feel the slight trembling of his fingers that had suddenly poked deep, which was also frightened.

Sitting sideways on the bed, one hand was covered by the quilt, and the other hand was naturally placed on the lap, looking at the nurse who came in.

The nurse paused at his quick glance, and hurriedly said, "Well, I'll take the patient's temperature..."

Han Jiamu reached out to take the electronic thermometer, "I'll just measure it for him, and I'll take it to the nurse's station later."

"Oh, okay, thank you." The nurse hurried out under his sight, and only after she went out did she realize that she forgot to ask for an autograph!

Thinking about Han Jiamu's appearance just now, she shook her head, forget it, although the idol's signature is hard to come by, but the idol's obviously bad mood is really too scary, it's pretty good to be able to say a few words to the idol, She is not greedy.

In the ward, Han Jiamu, who was holding an electronic thermometer, narrowed his eyes slightly, and Cheng Xiangdong became very nervous after seeing his expression.

When he was nervous, the little chrysanthemum involuntarily tightened, and the fingers belonging to Han Jiamu that were still inside were naturally clamped.

"As far as I remember, rectal temperature is the most accurate."

There was a man's low voice next to his ear, Cheng Xiangdong watched the quilt being lifted, and when something cool and thin poked in, he realized what it was.

"You...do you know...that stuff is meant to be put in your mouth..."

Han Jiamu tilted his head with innocent eyes, "I don't know."

"Get out of here!!!!" How the hell will he let him face the electronic thermometer in the future!There is a rectal temperature measurement in your house, if you want to play with me, just tell me, don’t harm others!

Han Jiamu bent down and kissed his angry red face, "I want you to seduce me, bear with it."

Cheng Xiangdong was about to burst into tears, he was laughing just now, but now he was definitely angry.

Until the electronic thermometer made a beeping sound, Han Jiamu took it out to check the temperature above his eyes, it was normal.

"Could it be inaccurate? Do you want to test it again?"

"roll!!!"

Han Jiamu got up to return the thermometer to the nurse, and went downstairs to buy dinner. He heard Cheng Xiangdong talking when he entered the door, and he walked lightly.

"Dad, I'm really fine. I said I don't need it. Someone is taking care of me. Don't come, and don't let my mother come. Don't tell my boy if he doesn't know. We'll talk about it tomorrow. It's too late and don't bother."

Over there, Cheng's father didn't know what he said, Cheng Xiangdong had a look of lovelessness on his face, "Well, come on, ah, he's not here, yes yes yes, please, please, you are really my dear father."

After hanging up the phone and looking up, seeing Han Jiamu standing not far away, Cheng Xiangdong said with a sad face, "My dad, come here right away."

"Come to accompany the bed?"

"Come and see you." Cheng Xiangdong sighed, and took the lunch box he handed over, "He started to make up his mind after seeing those reports. He called me just now to ask if you were there, and said he wanted to see you."

"He believed it?"

"I should have suspected it a long time ago. My boy talks to him about his father every day. It's not impossible for the old man to think too much."

Han Jiamu nodded, set up the bed table and opened the lunch boxes one by one, and helped him to move to a more comfortable position before sitting beside him, "Eat."

"Aren't you nervous?" Cheng Xiangdong bit his chopsticks and squinted at him, "My dad is very fierce. If he knows that you made me sad or something, he will definitely beat you up."

"Well, I figured it out." There's really no way to elaborate on the previous relationship between the two of them. If you really want to count it, I'm afraid you can only say that one is a bitch and the other is attracted to a bitch. To put it bluntly, neither of them is normal.

In particular, Cheng Xiangdong still has this kind of physique, and it is even more unclear to have an extra son involved between the two of them.

If you ask him if he really loves Cheng Xiangdong now, he can't tell.But he couldn't help wanting to get close to this person, wanting to look at him all the time, even if he didn't have a good boy, he felt that if this wasn't true love, then he didn't know what true love was.

But if you want him to tell Cheng Xiangdong I love you or something, he probably wouldn't be able to say it if he was killed. It's not his character to be too nasty. Even if he said Cheng Xiangdong would think that he was sick and didn't take his medicine.

Let's take it slow and meet the parents first.

Han Jiamu watched him eat happily, put all the mushrooms he liked in the lunch box into his bowl, and asked, "You seem to have a particularly strong appetite for eating recently?"

"Tired, I haven't been idle all afternoon. I've eaten a lot lately?" Squeezing his face, he ate with a bowl in his hand, "I'm not fat."

"Well, you..."

"Stay away from my son!" A sudden lion's roar interrupted Han Jiamu's words, and Father Cheng appeared in front of the door frowning.

Cheng Xiangdong opened his mouth halfway, and looked at his father in surprise, feeling that he was already downstairs when he called just now, otherwise why did he come so quickly, he hasn't finished his meal yet!

On the other hand, Han Jiamu felt that Cheng's father's appearance of blowing his hair was really similar to Cheng Xiangdong at certain times, and he deserved to be a father and son.