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

After putting his son to sleep at dinner, Cheng Xiangdong told Han Jiamu about Cao Xu's coming. Han Jiamu couldn't see anything wrong from his expression, but he completely refused in his heart.

He knew who Cao Xu was, and he also knew that Cheng Xiangdong had been with Cao Xu for five years after he left. Although they didn't have that kind of relationship, they had a very good relationship.

After Cheng Xiangdong finished speaking, he saw Han Jiamu sitting by the bed without moving or making a sound. He blinked and raised his foot to step on his back, "Speak up, at least give me some feedback."

"There is no place to live, don't let him come."

"..."

"I said that."

"Are you sure there is no place for Brother Xu to live?"

"Well, there aren't many rooms in this hotel." Han Jiamu turned sideways with a cold face, reached out and grabbed his cold feet and stuffed them under the quilt, "My room is the only one that is vacant now."

Cheng Xiangdong blinked and kicked him, "Your room is empty, where do you live if he lives in?"

"Live with you." Han Jiamu pulled up the quilt that his son had kicked off, "If you agree with me moving here, I will allow him to visit the class."

Cheng Xiangdong rolled his eyes at him, as if you wouldn't come if I didn't let you come.

It was early in the morning when Cao Xu got off the plane, and he received a call when he was sleepy.

"I'll go there tomorrow morning. It's said that it snowed again on your side last night, and the road will be blocked now."

"Ah."

"Arrange a room for me, there are four more people."

"It's just one room. Otherwise, don't come here. Just stay in the city. I'll come and find you after I finish filming these two days." Cheng Xiangdong leaned against Han Jiamu in a daze, muttering nothing. clear.

Cao Xu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "You just finished exercising with your man? His voice is too sexy."

"Go away! Can you show some face at the age of 30?"

"No face, a room is fine, see you at noon." Cao Xu didn't give him a chance to refuse himself, and hung up the phone directly.

Throwing the phone aside, Cheng Xiangdong turned over and patted Han Jiamu's chest with his hand, "He came over at noon, I've already refused, he insisted on coming."

"Yeah." The two of them were close and could hear clearly, "Come on, let him live in my room, and when Liu Sen gets up, I'll ask him to pack his things."

Sighed, that was the only way to go.

When Cheng Xiangdong woke up the next morning, he saw the father and son sleeping in the same position, one snoring loudly and the other softly.

The corner of his mouth twitched and he reached out to take his son's fat feet off Han Jiamu's stomach, and covered the father and son with the quilt before getting out of bed.

The gauze on my hand was removed when I was sleeping yesterday. The wound was not too deep at first, and it was not good to cover it all the time. I put on my clothes and went to wash up. It was past nine o'clock.

It's a rare day off today, he didn't intend to wake up Han Jiamu, he went out lightly, he remembered that there was a breakfast shop next to this small hotel, and the things sold there were not expensive and tasted very good.

After buying pies with two fillings, black rice porridge, and tea eggs, Cheng Xiangdong walked back with the bag.

"Brother Cheng, how are your hands?" Yang Jia was walking out of the hotel wearing a military overcoat, when the two met at the door, they saw Cheng Xiangdong holding a bag and reached out to help him carry it.

Cheng Xiangdong turned sideways and said with a smile, "It's okay, it's not a serious injury." He has a good impression of this newly signed actress from Han Jiamu Company. She usually doesn't talk much and has good acting skills.

"That's good." Yang Jia nodded as if he was relieved, and she was embarrassed to be close, so she glanced at the bag in his hand and asked, "Brother Cheng, you have such a good appetite, you bought a lot."

"Ah, it's okay, the big wood eats a lot for breakfast." He smiled, and said this sentence as if casually.

Yang Jia froze for a moment, and twitched the corners of her mouth in embarrassment.

Without waiting for her to say anything, Cheng Xiangdong turned sideways and said, "Hurry up, the steamed buns from his house smell delicious to me."

Yang Jia hummed, and went out to the breakfast shop nearby.

Cheng Xiangdong glanced at the bag he was carrying, and raised his eyebrows slightly. It's better to put an end to unnecessary troubles as soon as possible, so as not to make himself feel bad.