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

After being discharged from the hospital, as long as Han Jiamu was not too busy to get away, he would definitely report to the Cheng family. On average, he would appear on the Cheng family's dinner table five days a week. This made Cheng's mother happy every day. He cooked differently, and even if he didn't come over some day or came back late, Cheng's mother urged Cheng Xiangdong to call to ask what was going on, obviously considering Han Jiamu as her son-in-law.

What about that old saying?

The mother-in-law looks more and more satisfied with her son-in-law.

"Dongdong, call Xiaohan and ask what time you are coming back today. Let's make dumplings. Didn't he say he likes to eat leeks and shrimps last time? Your elder brother just sent a lot of big freshwater shrimps over yesterday. You can go there later. Peel off the skin while it's freezing." Mother Cheng muttered while picking leeks, and Cheng Xiangdong was teaching her son to do manual homework, listening to it made her head spin.

"Mom, I don't like eating stuffed leeks."

"You didn't like it very much before, when did you become picky eaters?"

"Just now." Cheng Xiangdong drooped his eyelids, his face full of unhappiness.

Mother Cheng smiled and whipped him with leeks, "Call Xiao Han quickly."

The boy tilted his head, his fleshy face was pink, slid off the sofa and ran to the bedroom with his chubby legs, picked up the mobile phone that Cheng Xiangdong threw on the bed, and ran back staggeringly.

"Daddy, here~" Xiaorou held a big mobile phone in his hand and handed it to Cheng Xiangdong.

"You call and ask when he will come back."

The fat boy smiled and nodded, put the phone on the sofa, and swipe left and right on the screen twice with his finger to unlock it. The operation is very skilled. It can be seen that he usually plays games with his phone.

Han Jiamu has just discussed with investors about the cooperation of a new film, and this time he plans to shoot, direct and act in himself.After sending the investor away, he went back to the office and was looking through the information of several new recruits sent by Liu Sensen, when the mobile phone next to him rang.

"Dad~~" The call was connected, and the cheerful voice of the little milk came.

Han Jiamu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and he felt better when he heard his son's voice, "Hey boy, do you have anything to do with Dad?"

"Dad, grandma asked you what time you're going home." Guaizi pouted his buttocks and pouted his mouth, and said to the phone screen.

"Go back right away, you tell grandma that daddy will be there in half an hour."

"Okay, Daddy and I will wait for you." Guaizi kissed muma on the phone screen, but it was loud.

Cheng Xiangdong hung up the call with his hand, squeezed his son's soft face, and glared at him, "I'm not waiting for your father, don't talk nonsense."

Guaizi threw himself on his lap with a grin, humming.

Cheng's mother watched from the side and shook her head, "I think Xiao Han has been tossing about running back and forth every day, or else you two should get things done quickly and let him move to our house, it will be convenient for him to live in."

Cheng Xiangdong opened his eyes wide in surprise, "Mom, you like him too much, don't you let him come to live with us?"

"Then if you two get married, what will happen if he comes to live?"

"..." Cheng Xiangdong really had nothing to say.

Han Jiamu, uh, I don't know what kind of style he has, he has to kneel down on one knee to propose marriage to him every day, and he has a posture of not giving up without looking at him and nodding in agreement, which annoys him with a headache.

After Cheng's mother finished picking the leeks, she urged Cheng Xiangdong to grill the shrimp skins. When the dumplings were almost wrapped, the doorbell rang. You didn't need to look to know that it was Han Jiamu who had returned.

"I found that you are luckier than anyone else, and you have to rush in every time." Cheng Xiangdong rolled up his sleeves and patted the flour off his hands, "My mother is cooking dumplings, you go and help them out."

Han Jiamu nodded, took off his coat, hung it up and went to the kitchen to help serve dumplings.

After dinner, Han Jiamu didn't leave. He played chess with Cheng's father and watched TV with Cheng's mother for a while, then went to the bedroom to propose to Cheng Xiangdong, and asked him if he had any plans to act in a movie.

Cheng Xiangdong read the script he brought back, and asked a little surprised: "Who wrote this script?"

"A new screenwriter in the studio, young and active." Sitting on the bed, Han Jiamu picked up his son lying on his lap, his legs bouncing, "I think this script is good, it can be finished in three months If you shoot well, you can still catch up with the film festival.”

Cheng Xiangdong nodded. The script is good and the story is quite interesting. The question is... "Didn't you say you want to take a selfie, direct and act?"

"I'll give you a supporting role." Han Jiamu chuckled lightly. He didn't have much ambition to play the leading role, and after thinking about it, being an amateur director would be nice.

Cheng Xiangdong looked down at the script in his hand again, and nodded slowly, "Okay, when do you plan to start the machine? Have you found an investor?"

"At the beginning of next month, the investors and the team are already in place, just short of the lead role." Reaching out his hand, he tugged at his shoulder-length hair, "How about changing your hairstyle a little?"

"I'm not bald."

"I don't like you becoming bald either. I'll go to the studio with me tomorrow to make a look and interview some of the main characters?"

"Okay." He didn't feel guilty at all about accepting the show without authorization, anyway, his elder brother never asked him to follow the company's procedures.

Cheng Xiangdong called Cheng Xiangnan to inform him that he was going to make a movie with Han Jiamu, and his elder brother said directly that you should terminate the contract from the company and go to Han Jiamu's studio.

He blushed in anger.