The Sand Sculpture Actor Awakens

When Ban Zhun was nervous, he also forgot the pain in his legs, tried his best to get up from the ground, pulled up his clothes, moved his wrists that were sore and swollen by Rong Qian, and took a breath, "Your hands are strong enough!" ah."

Rong Qian didn't answer his words: "What are you doing in my room?"

In any case, he beat someone himself. Although Ban Zhun was not injured due to his reduced strength, the bright finger marks on his shoulder still gave Rong Qian the illusion that he had bullied him.

The tone could not help but lose a bit of his usual indifference.

"I'm just here to get something."

Ban Zhun coughed lightly and pointed to the bedside table in front of him.

Rong Qian silently stared at his movements.

"This is your room."

Rong Qian's tone was so light that Ban Zhun couldn't tell whether it was a question or a statement.

Like a hamster, Ban Zhun kept taking out medicine boxes from the drawer one after another, and said perfunctorily, "Yes, it was yours before, and it's yours now."

"I can live in another room." Rong Qian said.

Ban Zhun gave him a surprised look.

He still doesn't know if Rong Qian is the protagonist Gong with a small belly, if he is really rushed to the second bedroom, Rong Qian's revenge on him will probably intensify in the future.

Ban Zhun frowned slightly, "Where does the big man sleep?"

After speaking, he stood up from the ground holding a pile of medicine boxes, and the medicine bottles stuck on the edge fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

Rong Qian frowned slightly.

He lived for 18 years, and the total amount of medicine he took was less than the few bottles that Ban Zhun held in his left hand.

Ban Zhun didn't speak to him again, turned around and left Rong Qian's bedroom, closing the door behind him.

It is easy to take medicine, but difficult to take medicine.

Ban Zhun stood in front of the island in the kitchen, looked down at the pills on the table and had a headache.

The medicine was very bitter, and he hated the taste the most, but if he didn't take it, his legs would hurt unbearably.

Now that he had his own consciousness, Ban Zhun began to envy the feeling of no pain reaction when he took the medicine before.

After struggling in his heart for a long time, Ban Zhun finally gritted his teeth and threw the pill into his mouth, forcefully pouring down the small half of the pill with two big glasses of water.

"yue..."

Ban Zhun hurriedly turned around and opened the refrigerator, touched the honey pomelo candy inside and ate one, his face looked better.

After returning to the bedroom and staring at the form for a while, Ban Zhun was finally too tired, and fell into the mattress and fell asleep.

However, if you drink too much water while taking medicine, you will inevitably wake up many times to solve important problems, but there is no bathroom in the second bedroom, so Ban Zhun can only tiptoe through the living room and sneak into the other bathroom without disturbing Rong Qian as much as possible. .

There was a faint moonlight in the living room, which made Ban Zhun feel lucky, thinking that he could find his destination without turning on the light.

However, after a long time without returning home, even though Ban Zhun walked slowly against the wall, he still tripped over a half-person-high vase in the corner and fell to the ground.

Ban Zhun was relieved that the vase was knocked on the carpet intact.

Suddenly, with a "pop", the living room was brightly lit, and Rong Qian stood at the door of the master bedroom frowning.

"you……"

Rong Qian just opened his mouth to ask something, but suddenly there was a knock on the door outside.

Ban Zhun glanced in Rong Qian's direction, as if he was not very curious about what he wanted to ask, and after saying "wait", he tiptoed to open the door.

"Let me do it."

No matter how much he hated Ban Zhun, Rong Qian didn't bully a temporarily disabled man's hobby, he just raised his legs and walked towards the door.

By the way, he glanced at the time on the wall.

03:30am.

Who will it be at this time?

Rong Qian opened the heavy entrance door.

"Oh, Jasper woke up too, I'm sorry to disturb your sleep, sure, the corners of my mother's mouth are about to burst into laughter, why can't you open the door? Every time..."

Mrs. Ban, who was still bright even though she was over fifty years old, walked in wrapped in a heavy down jacket. When she saw the cast on Ban Zhun's leg standing by the sofa, her voice stopped abruptly.

"Zhun, why is it so serious..." Mrs. Ban burst into tears, and walked quickly to Ban Zhun's side to hold his arm, "Why don't you use crutches, how can you stand on such a leg ah?"

If you don't compare it with the Rong family couple from the scholarly family, Mrs. Ban is still a very gentle woman, and she is very concerned about all the big and small things about Ban Zhun.

Therefore, seeing his darling hurt like this suddenly, it was naturally difficult to accept for a while.

Ban Zhun smiled helplessly and put his arms around Mrs. Ban, coaxing her gently, "Mom, don't cry, you can see that I can stand up, I can jump, don't believe me..."

As he said that, he was about to grit his teeth and take two steps, trying to comfort Mrs. Ban in this way.

"Bullshit."

A deep and majestic voice came from the door that was still closed.

A tall middle-aged man stepped into the room, adding a bit of suffocating oppression to the living room.

Rong Qian looked in the direction of the voice, nodded and said, "Chairman Ban."

Compared with Ban Zhun's attractive facial features, Ban Zhuo looks more like the chairman of Ban's Group, Ban Jiang.

With broad shoulders and broad back, sharp eyes, even the hair is so black that it shines, he doesn't look like a middle-aged man in his early fifties at all.

With all the advantages in his body, Ban Zhun may only have learned aloofness and majesty, and he is not at all as approachable as Ban Jiang usually is in front of his family.

After all, Ban Jiang is a father with traditional thinking. Even if he sees his child hurt like this, his distress will not show on his face. He even said to Rong Qian because he wanted to divert the attention of Ban Zhun who loves him: "Jasper, I'm going to call my parents."

Rong Qian glanced at Ban Zhun, who was obviously pretending not to hear his father, who was fiddling with the phalange splint with his head down, and said to the Ban family couple, "Dad, Mom."

Mrs. Ban poked the tip of Ban Zhun's nose, helped him to sit on the sofa, then sniffed and said to Rong Qian: "Hey, good boy, sit down quickly, the injury on your hand is much better."

Rong Qian used to think that his family was very happy, his parents respected each other like a guest, but he never realized that his parents never took the initiative to care about his body except for letting him learn various useful skills for the family business.

I just handed it over to the servants and nutritionists at home, and never asked about Rongqian's health.

At this time, Ban Zhun's mother cared about her as a mother, and Rong Qian's fingers curled up beside him involuntarily.

"...It's much better, thank you for your concern, Mom."

"Okay, so mom can rest assured, you must pay attention to your health."

Mrs. Ban knew that Rong Qian's arm was injured by his parents, so she didn't take the initiative to mention Rong Qian's family members, worrying that he would be sad.

Rong Qian took the small pink bag and a camel cashmere coat on Ban Jiang's wrist, and nimbly caught the pink and white scarf that slipped out of the coat, filled with the fragrance of No. [-], and listened quietly with his lips pursed. Ban Jiang explained embarrassingly: "Mother Zhun, I saw that she couldn't handle it, so I took it for her."

...from clothes, scarves to bags no more than two kilograms.

Mrs. Ban happily walked into the second bedroom where Ban Zhun had slept for less than two hours, patted the soft bed, and called Ban Jiang in relief:

"Oh, old class, look, Zhunzhun and Jasper actually made our beds."

Ban Jiang also felt the warmth of his youngest son in his heart, but he always put face first with him, so he said in a serious tone: "How to spread his legs, it must be laid by Jasper, the children are sensible."

Ban Zhun grabbed the back of the sofa and looked at his parents occupying his bedroom with a puzzled look on his face.

He still hasn't realized why his parents came to his house in the middle of the night.

But for a long time, all the things he finds incomprehensible will get answers from Zhen Bujia.

Ban Zhun took out his mobile phone, walked into Rongqian's bedroom which was the farthest from the second bedroom with a single crutch, and absently said to the young man who had just come out of the bathroom, "I'm here to make a call."

Rong Qian glanced at him, but ignored him.

Ban Zhun didn't care either.

"No, why did my parents come to my house suddenly?"

Worried that the Ban family and his wife would hear him, Ban Zhun lowered his voice extremely low.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, sorry, Brother Zhun, I forgot to tell you, Brother Zhun..."

Zhen Bujia's annoyed voice came from the receiver, so loud that Rong Qian could almost hear his slap on the back of his head:

"When it was magnificent, Mr. Ban called me, saying that Mrs. and Mrs. will come back tonight with a high probability, and because the airport is relatively close to your apartment, brother Zhun, and the two of you came back mainly because of you, brother Zhun. So I just asked the driver to send it here, fuck, it’s all my brother Zhun’s fault, I’m sorry.”

Zhen Bujia seldom made mistakes, and Ban Zhun knew that he didn't do it on purpose, so he couldn't say anything, so he just said in a low voice, "Okay, it's okay, I just asked, you can go to sleep."

Rong Qian's hearing was really good, and Zhen Bujia's long sigh of relief was clearly heard by him, probably because he felt that Ban Zhun was a little too easy to talk to.

If according to Ban Zhun's past temperament, he didn't toss Zhen Bujia over in the middle of the night to apologize face to face, he wouldn't have a surname of Ban.

Ban Zhun hung up the phone, rubbed Weichao's fingertips on the hem of his clothes, glanced at the large sofa at the end of Rongqian's bed from the corner of his eye, and glanced at the long-haired carpet on which he was subdued just now.

Now his parents have been lying in the second bedroom and started to rest. Although this house has three bedrooms, they can't keep them all. Who will wake up first the next day? As soon as he told grandma, the beautiful illusion he had painstakingly created would come to naught again.

What's more, this is his home, and no one can control where he, the head of the family, wants to live!

Under the gaze of Rong Qian's ancient and calm eyes, Ban Zhun pursed his lips in embarrassment:

"...I might have to spend the night with you."

The author has something to say:

Class Boss: He shouldn't be so vindictive and throw me down the stairs in the middle of the night, right?This is the 19th floor.

Mrs. Ben: Is there such a good thing?

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