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

Counting on his fingers, Cheng Xiangdong has been in love with Han Jiamu for almost ten years. To be able to date him, to hear his proposal, he should be very happy, excited, excited, and eager to nod in agreement.

But now, after he really heard it, looking at the man with a cold face and no expression in front of him, what he thought for a moment was that this man must have drunk disinfectant in the hospital this morning to poison his brain.

Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, Han Jiamu frowned impatiently, "I'm asking you, do you agree or not?"

"Baby's father, if I heard correctly just now, you are proposing to me?"

"Ah."

"Are you okay?" Cheng Xiangdong laughed angrily at his take-for-granted attitude.

How thick-skinned is it to treat a marriage proposal like asking about the weather, and say it so casually?

Han Jiamu didn't understand why he suddenly lost his temper, and looked at him suspiciously with a slight frown.

"what happened?"

"Your name is Big Wood, is it true that your mind is filled with wood shavings? Have you ever proposed like this? It's more casual than asking me what I'm having for dinner. Why don't you go to heaven!" Unfastened the seat belt, pushed the car door, angrily He got out of the car and hopped forward on one leg.

Han Jiamu was stunned by his series of actions, and he didn't realize it until he slammed the car door and left, so he got out of the car and chased after him.

Sanliang didn't catch up with Cheng Xiangdong, bent down to pick him up, and said angrily: "What kind of temper are you playing, fall again!"

"Get out, I don't want to see your face these days!" Cheng Xiangdong was almost pissed off by him, and he was a little bit wronged.

I feel that I am really underestimated by him, not to mention how romantic it is to propose, at least there is a ring, or no ring, you can at least make up some rings and the like.

He was fine, he was proposed with nothing, not to mention rings, flowers and kneeling on one knee, not even a ring for a soda can!

Why is he so worthless!

Han Jiamu didn't have the slightest experience in this area, but he wasn't really in a daze, his eyes turned red when he saw him angry, and after a little thought, he knew what was wrong.

There is no way to go into details in the parking lot at the moment, so we can only talk about it after sending the person home.

Fortunately, the Cheng family's parents were all there, and the boy knew that his father would not even go to the kindergarten after he was discharged from the hospital today, and just waited at home.

As soon as the door opened, Guaizi couldn't wait to run over and throw himself on Han Jiamu, hugging his legs and raising his face. He hadn't seen Daddy for several days, and his fleshy face became smaller.

"Daddy, let Dad hug you, shame on you."

Mother Cheng, who opened the door, quickly pulled the boy back and let Han Jiamu in, smiling kindly, "Xiao Han, put Dongdong down quickly, and hold the strange one."

Cheng Xiangdong had already seen his mother's enthusiasm for Han Jiamu, plus she was angry with Han Jiamu, so he pushed his shoulder hard to make him put himself down and stand up.

It was not easy to hold him in front of his parents. Han Jiamu bent down to put him down, but his hands did not let go while supporting his waist.

Guaizi rushed over immediately when he saw Daddy standing up, like a small cannonball.

Fortunately, Han Jiamu had the foresight to support Cheng Xiangdong, otherwise he would be hit by the fat boy and make him unstable.

Bending down to pick up his son, Cheng Xiangdong rubbed his face against his son's face for a while before asking: "Hey boy, didn't daddy eat well when he wasn't at home? He lost weight."

When the boy heard his father praise him, he was quite embarrassed.

Father Cheng was beside him, calling them into the house.

Needless to say, Cheng's mother liked Han Jiamu no matter what she saw, she pulled him to sit on the sofa and kept boasting to Cheng Xiangdong, "Xiao Han is so polite, seeing the temperature drop, he bought a lot of supplements for me and your dad , more sensible and caring than you."

Cheng Xiangdong rolled his eyes secretly, thinking that you would think his farting is delicious.

"Daddy, daddy bought me a new car. It's fun and I can drive it." Sitting on his lap, the boy was lying on his chest and refused to get off. Can you take me out to play?"

"Show Daddy your kindergarten homework first. I heard that you've been arguing about not going to school recently?" It's one thing to spoil a child, but another to dote on it. Never dare to be sloppy.

He also knew that if he was allowed to live with his grandparents all the time, he would definitely be spoiled as a bully, no matter how good his background was, it would be useless, but he was still a little upset if he moved to live with Han Jiamu Shun.

Why don't you give me a normal marriage proposal?At least you have to have a ring!

After talking for a while, Cheng's father urged his wife to cook, Han Jiamu naturally got up to help, but Cheng's mother didn't refuse, and why did it seem that Han Jiamu knew where his kitchen was?

He turned his head, looked suspiciously at his father who was peeling an orange, and asked, "Is it okay for him to help my mother cook?"

"If there's any problem, just know how to cook and wash vegetables, and it's not the first time to do it." Father Cheng said it smoothly.

Cheng Xiangdong felt that he was suspected of being cheated. What do you mean, he ran to his house secretly?

In fact, he really misunderstood Han Jiamu. Before Cheng's father went to the hospital and came home, he told his wife that the food was not good, and he had to bring food to his son, even if it was a meal.

But the 70-year-old man can't deliver the food in person, so Han Jiamu offered him to pick it up. Every time he came over earlier, he would help in the kitchen, and Cheng's mother could accompany Cheng's father while cooking. Playing chess, and this period is often when Cheng Xiangdong just finished his injection and is sleeping, so he never knew that Han Jiamu would leave for about two hours in the afternoon, he just felt that his mother was there when he ate the meal Han Jiamu brought back. If he doesn't ask about the taste, Han Jiamu will naturally not say.

The good boy agreed with his grandfather, and said softly: "Dad has learned how to cook from grandma. Dad is stupid, and the cooking is not delicious."

"If it doesn't taste good, don't eat it. Daddy will make it for you after it's over." He didn't know how he felt at the moment, it was heavy.

In the kitchen, Mother Cheng asked Han Jiamu who was picking vegetables in a low voice while cutting the meat, "Dongdong still agrees to meet your parents?"

Han Jiamu nodded and hummed.

"Dongdong has been stubborn since he was a child, you ask Bao'er to tell him." Mother Cheng suggested.

Han Jiamu's eyes lit up, "Auntie, I proposed to him just now, but he didn't agree."

"Proposed?" Cheng's mother was surprised, she never thought that the two of them would develop so quickly, "How did you ask?"

Han Jiamu told about his marriage proposal just now, and then Cheng's mother raised her hand and patted her on the forehead.

Mother Cheng couldn't laugh or cry: "Stay."

Han Jiamu was puzzled.

"You're going to buy a ring anyway, you still don't know how to propose after making so many movies?"

"I've never asked...for the first time." Han Jiamu felt aggrieved.

Mother Cheng opened her mouth and recalled, as if, it really was.

"You should be like this..." Forget it, for the sake of her son's happiness, she should teach this dumb future son-in-law a lesson.