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

As long as he was with Lu Le, Han Jiamu would automatically blur everything around him. To put it bluntly, his eyes could not accommodate anyone else except Lu Le.

When the two came out of the supermarket, Lu Le snatched the bag from him and gave him a helpless look: "Brother Jiamu, don't treat me like a child, I am also a man who can withstand fifty catties of rice. Although I'm a little thinner, I still have strength, can I do this kind of bag-carrying thing by myself."

Han Jiamu looked at him with a gentle smile in his eyes, "Then you carry it yourself, if you want to eat, I'll buy it for you."

Lu Le frowned, this way of treating him like a little girl was really aggrieved and uncomfortable, he had to remind the other party louder that he was already an adult!

"Brother Jiamu, I'm dead!"

Han Jiamu looked at him sideways, with doubts in his eyes, "I know you, your birthday is in June, and you are eighteen years old."

Lu Le was like a balloon that had been punctured, and lost his temper in an instant, ahhhhh, brother Jiamu is really dumb, I can't communicate with him!

On the way the two of them walked back, Han Jiamu felt that Lu Le was losing his temper with him, but he couldn't figure out what he said wrongly to offend the other party.

"Xiao Le? Did I make you unhappy by saying the wrong thing?"

Not to mention outsiders, even Lu Le himself can't stand this kind of soft-spoken manner sometimes.Although Han Jiamu has always been considerate and caring for him since he was a child, but now it is different from before, he will really be misunderstood by others.

Pursing his lips, Lu Le scratched his head and thought for a long time before mustering up the courage to look up at him, observing his expression nervously, "Brother Jiamu, I'm a boy, although I'm not tall and my body is not very strong. I'm also a boy, and I'm really uncomfortable when you treat me like a little girl like this."

He didn't think about anything else, mainly because Han Jiamu had treated him like this since he was a child. It was impossible for him to think that the other party had other ideas long ago. If he knew, he would probably be surprised.

Han Jiamu was stunned for a moment. If he hadn't been standing in the backlight, Lu Le would have noticed how ugly his face was.

His heart ached as if someone had punched him hard.

"Brother Jiamu, Brother Jiamu!" Seeing that he didn't respond, Lu Le stretched out his hand and pushed his arm, calling him back to his soul, "I'm really troubled, many classmates in high school have laughed at me, and said to see how you treat me I look like a child bride." He curled his lips with an unhappy expression.

Han Jiamu felt that his throat was dry and he couldn't speak.

After a long time, a sentence was forcefully squeezed out from the itchy throat: "You...very repulsed me to treat you like this?"

"Ah?" Lu Le was taken aback by him, and looked at him puzzled, "That's not what I mean, I just want to say that I am an adult and don't need you to take care of me all the time like when I was a child. I really don’t need to buy snacks or something.” Although he likes to eat snacks, he can also buy them by himself, every time Brother Jiamu takes him to the supermarket to buy snacks, no matter how you look at it, he feels like he is being treated like a child .

Han Jiamu nodded slowly, took the scarf that he washed for him from his backpack and wrapped it up for him, "It's getting late, go back to the dormitory and go to bed early."

When you're done, turn around and leave.

Lu Le lowered his head to look at the scarf around his neck, and then at the back of him going upstairs. He always felt that there was something wrong with Brother Jiamu's appearance just now.

The roommate from the same dormitory ran in from the outside and saw him standing there stupidly, reached out and patted his shoulder, "Xiao Le, why don't you come in, it's not cold."

Lu Le sniffed, and went back to the room with her roommate.

……

Cheng Xiangdong found that something was wrong with Han Jiamu these days.

Especially when he met Lu Le in the cafeteria, he was obviously emotionally unstable, and after seeing a girl next to him, he just stared secretly with a livid face, and didn't rush to reprimand him for his puppy love.

Han Jiamu had done this once before, which made Lu Le's face turn red, but at that time it was said that Lu Le was still in high school, and he was right about puppy love.

With the lessons learned from last time, Cheng Xiangdong wore a peaked cap and black-framed flat glasses when he went to the cafeteria to eat, and disguised himself a little.

Fang Wenhao still laughed at him for being timid when he saw him like this, "You said that you are not very famous now, what if you really become popular in the future, you can't see your face if you have to cover yourself when you go out."

"Who made my brother look so handsome, I feel very helpless."

Fang Wenhao really wanted a bowl of hot and sour powder to smear his face.

Liu Chenguang shook his head and laughed, and walked towards the table where Han Jiamu was sitting with a plate, "Dongzi, your skin is getting thicker and thicker now."

"Thank you for the compliment. I will continue to work hard to become copper-skinned and iron-boned." Putting the plate on the table, sitting opposite Han Jiamu, he picked up the chopsticks and inserted the only hemp ball on his plate. Take a bite, "The hemp balls from the cafeteria taste the best."

Han Jiamu gave him a cold look, but said nothing.

Liu Chenguang picked a few peanuts from Fang Wenhao's bowl of hot and sour noodles, stuffed them into his mouth, and chewed, "You don't like bean paste stuffing?"

"This is jujube paste." Cheng Xiangdong smiled and pouted, "We are allergic to bean paste, and the sesame balls on his plate will definitely not be red bean paste."

Fang Wenhao was sucking rice strips into his mouth, he choked on his words, and coughed while patting his chest, "Anyone allergic to bean paste?"

Cheng Xiangdong sneered, biting the hemp ball, he glared at Han Jiamu happily - did you see, Fang Wenhao is so easy to fool.

Han Jiamu was in a bad mood and didn't want to talk to him, so he just lowered his head to eat.

After taking two bites, the chopsticks that did not belong to me stretched out again, this time it was not grabbing food from his plate, but delivering food.

Seeing him looking up at him, Cheng Xiangdong smiled and said, "Here, this sweet and sour pork section is not bad. It's sweet and sour. If you're in a bad mood, you have to eat sweets. Trust me."

Fang Wenhao came over and grabbed a piece, stuffed it in his mouth, "The food in our cafeteria is quite good. I went to my cousin's school last week, and the food in the cafeteria can be called a diet meal."

Liu Chenguang frowned, and pointed at him with chopsticks, "Swallow what's in your mouth before talking, spray everywhere." They sat across from each other, and the direct victim was himself.

Cheng Xiangdong silently moved his plate aside and continued to eat, but looked up at Han Jiamu from time to time, and when he saw him eating two mouthfuls, he had to stare behind him for a while, and he began to be dishonest.

"Big wood, your eyeballs are about to fly out, so worrying about it is better to go over with a plate, the little girl must be very happy to see you." He is not talking nonsense, don't look at Han Jiamu's cold face all day long, secretly in love with him There are definitely no fewer people than the people who have a crush on Cheng Xiangdong. Both of them are handsome guys, one sunny type and the other ice cube type, belonging to two extremes.

Han Jiamu turned his face and stared at him, wishing he could bite him viciously.

With Cheng Xiangdong's temper, if you stare out his eyes, he will probably stretch out his hand with a smile and then ask you meanly, "Do you want to stick the 502 for you?", it can really piss you off.

"What's the use of staring at me, or I'll call him over for you?" After he finished speaking, he turned half sideways and raised his hand. Just as he was about to call Lu Le, his mouth was covered.

Cheng Xiangdong raised his eyebrows, and quickly licked his palm with the tip of his tongue. Han Jiamu quickly withdrew his hand and wiped it with a tissue.

Fang Wenhao and Liu Chenguang looked at each other, and hurried to eat or not to mix it up. The smell of gunpowder between them was too strong and could easily affect innocent people.

"You don't need to meddle in your own business." After eating half of the meal, Han Jiamu opened his mouth to speak, which is really rare.

Cheng Xiangdong tilted his head to look at him, narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him for a while, then slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

His smile is a bit sinister and a little devilish, coupled with his face, it's really too much to bear, it's too attractive.

Liu Chenguang reached out and patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to pay attention to the occasion so as not to scare others.

Cheng Xiangdong snorted softly, lowered his head to eat and stopped making a fuss, and planned to have a good chat with Han Jiamu after returning to the dormitory.

The second half of the meal was quite peaceful, mainly because Lu Le and the little girl who were sitting not far away left after eating, and Han Jiamu was not in the mood to stay after they left. After leaving, Cheng Xiangdong stretched out his foot to stop him, raised his chin, "Sit down, don't worry, let's chat after I finish eating, I have something important to tell you."

Seeing his eyes full of calculations, Han Jiamu's expression changed suddenly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't go too far."

"It's definitely something that's good for you. Don't worry, don't be so nervous. I'll finish eating soon."

Han Jiamu sat back with his mouth pursed, staring straight at him.

The two people next to them felt that if they were stared at so lifelessly, they would definitely not be able to eat. Cheng Xiangdong can still eat with relish, and they have to say a word of admiration.

After he finished eating slowly and then wiped his mouth, it was already 10 minutes later.

"What are you going to tell me?" Han Jiamu asked with a frown suppressing his anger.

"Are you sure you want to listen to me here?" Put the tissue on the dinner plate, stood up and glanced at Liu Chenguang and Fang Wenhao, "Can you two go?"

"..." Fang Wenhao wanted to say go, but was stared at by Liu Chenguang, and quickly changed his words: "I'm not full yet, I plan to have another burrito."

"I'll wait for him, you two go first if you have something to do." Liu Chenguang echoed from the side.

Cheng Xiangdong didn't care what the two of them thought, nodded, put the dinner plate on the recycling table aside, and hooked his fingers at Han Jiamu, "Tsk tsk tsk, big wood, come with me, I'll take you to play."

This kind of beating look really makes people want to kick him.

Han Jiamu also wanted to kick him, but he resisted forcefully. He knew that if he kicked him, Cheng Xiangdong would probably lie on the ground and cry and let himself be responsible for the rest of his life!

It has to be said that his perception of Cheng Xiangdong is quite correct.

That's how shameless you are.