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

The boy hadn't seen his daddy for several days, and he was tired of saying nothing in his arms. Cheng Xiangdong hugged his soft son and chatted with his dad. He thought his dad would take the opportunity to tell him two things. A word about Han Jiamu, but the old man didn't mention a word, he only cared about his work.

"Your elder brother called to ask how you were doing before, but I didn't let you go to see you." Father Cheng took a banana to the boy, "What's the matter with that director, deliberately tormenting you? Are you still going to film? Neither your mother nor I want you to go."

Cheng Xiangdong shrugged. He originally intended to teach that wicked director a lesson. Don't take anyone as a dish. What's wrong with being a famous director? What are you better than others?

"Let's talk about it after I recover. Anyway, I don't have any scripts to shoot recently."

Father Cheng sighed. He knew about his son and would not listen to his persuasion.

Han Jiamu didn't stay long after dinner, and when he was about to leave, he saw that Cheng Xiangdong was still indifferent to him and didn't ask much. He just said that he would come back tomorrow, kissed the boy on the cheek and left.

Cheng Xiangdong was quite surprised, it didn't fit Han Jiamu's basic setting.Isn't this man a bastard, he left so easily without getting his own answer?

There is a conspiracy.

I thought about lying on the bed in a mess, and didn't sleep well all night.

The next day, before I opened my eyes, I heard a sound outside the bedroom. I reached out to touch the side, but failed to touch my son who was supposed to be sleeping next to him.

Frowning, he reluctantly opened his eyes and got up from the bed.

After he put on his pajamas and went to wash up, he saw Guai Zai cautiously pushing open the door, his face flushed.

"Daddy!" Seeing Cheng Xiangdong standing there, the boy cheered and rushed over, "Daddy, Dad took me for a jog, and said he would take me to kindergarten. If you don't get up, I'll leave."

"Your dad is here?" Cheng Xiangdong was a little confused, it's not even eight o'clock!What's wrong with Han Jiamu?

"Hey boy, come and eat." The door was pushed open again, Han Jiamu seemed to know that Cheng Xiangdong had woken up, and called his son directly to have breakfast.

Cheng Xiangdong glanced at him suspiciously, and followed him out.

Parents were already sitting at the table, but Cheng's father still gave him a sideways glance in distaste, "Early to bed and early to rise is good for your health, won't you feel tired after sleeping for ten hours?"

Cheng Xiangdong twitched the corner of his mouth, but said nothing.

After dinner, he went to the open-air balcony to bask in the sun, and watched Han Jiamu go to see off the child.

"Dongdong, just now Xiaohan told me that he wanted to pick you and Dongdong to live with him, but you didn't agree after mentioning it several times?" Cheng's mother handed him a thin blanket, sat next to him and put the old man on the bed. Putting on the flower glasses, he asked while picking out the soybeans for lunch.

"He told you all this?" Cheng Xiangdong opened his eyes wide and said in surprise, "Mom, don't you object?"

"You mingled with him before you left, and you mingled with him again when you came back. What's the use of my objection. Besides, people who have been here can tell that he cares about you."

The old lady smiled, don't worry about whether Han Jiamu has come to act recently, she is just presbyopic and not careless, is she sincere, can't she tell?

Cheng Xiangdong stretched out his hand to help pick up the soybeans, and murmured.

After a while, seeing that he didn't respond, the old lady asked again, "What do you think?"

"I just don't think it's safe." He curled his lips. He was 26, and he was hypocritical with this place. He felt quite speechless, "Mom, you also know that the cinnabar mole in my heart is not so easy to go away. I am also a dead end. , I'm afraid that there will be no good results together, so it's better to be like this, it's good."

Mother Cheng looked at her son in surprise, and raised her hand to pat his face.

Cheng Xiangdong was slapped with water on his face, dissatisfied, "Mom, what are you doing?"

"Are you still my son, because such an unknown thing has denied the relationship between the two of you?"

"Otherwise, I can ask him to write a letter of guarantee, saying that he will not fall in love with others?"

"Didn't you tell mom that you have been devoted to him for ten years including secret love and open love, why do you think he can't be devoted to you for 20 years? Mom and your father can't have children. I didn't think about leaving him for a while, you both have one, what else can't you be together?"

Cheng Xiangdong wants to kneel down to his mother, this is really a real mother, you have to marry your son to be happy, right?

"Mom...I..." Before I could say anything, the phone rang.

He took it out and saw that it was Han Jiamu's call. He looked down and saw a man with a mobile phone standing downstairs, waving.

Cheng Xiangdong watched helplessly as the paparazzi who were hiding not far away rushed out and were blocked by Han Jiamu's bodyguards, and he had the urge to cover his face for a moment.

On purpose, that guy definitely did it on purpose!He didn't believe it anymore. He even knew to bring bodyguards when he sent his son to kindergarten. Didn't you see paparazzi?

The phone kept ringing non-stop, as if he would keep ringing if he didn't answer it.

"Are you crazy!" He picked it up angrily, he really wanted to lie on the balcony and yell.

"I saw red bayberries for sale. They are very fresh. Do you want to eat them?"

"Han Jiamu, enough is enough!"

"Don't eat? I remember you should like it."

"I said, can you hurry up and get out!"

"I'll give you money to buy something, and open the door for me later."

Phone, hung up.

Cheng Xiangdong stared at the phone screen dumbfounded, what the hell is he playing!

Cheng's mother held back her laughter, and also thought that Han Jiamu's personality was quite interesting.

Cheng Xiangdong watched Han Jiamu turn around to buy the so-called bayberries, and then watched him come back with a bag of bayberries. During this period, the reporters who were stopped by the bodyguards frantically took pictures, but the bodyguards didn't care.

Cheng Xiangdong gritted his teeth, what on earth do you want, bastard!

When Han Jiamu came back, he didn't care about his inconvenient legs, and dragged him back to the bedroom in a stumbling manner. The door was locked, and he owed an education!

Leaving parents shaking their heads helplessly outside.

"Our Dongdong's character, whoever it is!"

In the bedroom, Cheng Xiangdong pulled Han Jiamu's collar with his eyes wide open, and said angrily, "You're out of your mind, aren't you! The past few days have been all about us, and if you still move forward, you won't be afraid of being called gay! "

"It was." Han Jiamu held his waist with both hands to help him maintain his balance, "My parents called just now, and they want to see you."

Cheng Xiangdong blinked, what the hell?This topic is jumping a little fast!

"I went to tell them last night. I told them all." Han Jiamu sat on the bed, looked up at him, and after observing his wonderful expression, said softly: "You always avoid, why don't I just point it out?" .”

Cheng Xiangdong couldn't say a word, he was already so angry.