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

"Headache."

"Don't sleep yet." Forcing him to tilt his head to look at Dong Wencheng who was standing beside him, Han Jiamu said coldly, "There are still people in this room."

Cheng Xiangdong was in a daze, tried to open his eyes, and reflected for a while when he saw Dong Wencheng, before saying: "Brother Dong?"

He took a step forward, "It's me, Xiaodong, you have a fever, Yangmei and I will send you back, I will let her go first, and I will stay and take care of you."

Cheng Xiangdong said, and lay down limply, Han Jiamu hugged his waist, "I'll just take care of you, let him go back first."

"Well, Brother Dong, go back and rest, thank you." After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes again, as if he didn't even have the strength to speak.

The corners of Dong Wencheng's mouth twitched seeing him like that.

Han Jiamu put the man down and covered him with the quilt, and touched his face, "I'll see him off, I'll be back later."

"Ah."

"Where's the key?"

"On the table." Yang Mei put it on the table when he opened the door just now, although he was in a daze at that moment, he saw it.

It's okay, not stupid.This was Han Jiamu's idea.