The Sand Sculpture Actor Awakens

Full of worry, Ban Zhun fell into a drowsy sleep.

This sleep went straight to dawn.

Ban Zhun is not sensitive to the perception of light, so that when Rong Qian woke up from sleep and opened half of the curtains, Ban Zhun just murmured in a low voice, sniffed and buried his disheveled head in the pillow to continue sleep.

Rong Qian folded the quilt and glanced lightly at the young man sleeping like a pangolin.

Compared with other adult men, Ban Zhun's sleeping appearance is not obedient, but this is a habit developed since childhood.

He likes to ride the quilt, curl up his whole body into a small ball, and only then can he sleep soundly when his back is pressed against a place that makes him feel safe.

Rong Qian's eyes were drawn by the not-so-bright morning light, all the way down.

It didn't stop until it settled on a touch of white snow.

The smooth and beautiful frame is covered with a thin layer of back muscles. Due to regular exercise, the texture is firm and well-defined, but not too exaggerated.

He was lying on the wide sofa, even through the soft and comfortable pajamas, he could still clearly see the two slightly sunken waists.

The pure black silk pajamas made Ban Zhun's complexion look fairer, and the corners of the clothes lifted up by the sleeping position rolled up to the raised spine.

Vaguely, Rong Qian seemed to see the traces of tattoos on the covered snow-white skin, the pure black strokes, and the exposed half piece looked like... the letter Q?

Just as Rong Qian wanted to open the curtain a little bit, and was about to step forward to see the words on his back clearly, the bedroom door was suddenly knocked twice lightly.

"Jasper, sure, it's time to get up and have breakfast."

Zhuo Meimei's voice was always full of lively affinity, making it impossible for people to feel disgusted towards her.

Seeing the young man's frown slightly, as if he was about to wake up, Rong Qian hastily slipped on his slippers, walked to the door and opened it, signaling in a low voice that Ban Zhun was still sleeping.

Sister Zhuo raised her eyebrows in a clear way, and laughed lightly at Rong Qian, "Zhun Zhun likes to sleep late the most."

Rong Qian smiled, walked into the guest bathroom and hurriedly washed, brushed his wet forehead hair, and walked out of the bathroom.

"Jasper, come and have breakfast."

Zhuo Meimei put away the bowls and chopsticks, looked at her daughter-in-law who was becoming more and more beautiful with satisfaction, and greeted Rong Qian with a smile to come over for dinner.

Rong Qian hesitated and looked back at the closed bedroom door behind his eyes.

No matter how hateful Ban Zhun is, the elders of the Ban family are not at fault, and what's more, they can't break their promises when they promise other people's affairs.

Rong Qian shook his head to get rid of the big white snow that suddenly appeared in his mind: "Mom, let me eat together with Brother Zhun."

Because of the sudden visit of the Ban family couple at night, neither he nor Ban Zhun slept well, so their voices were still a little hoarse.

But in the eyes of Ms. Zhuo Meimei, who has sharp eyes, it is not so simple.

Jasper is so considerate and his voice is so hoarse...

She turned her head and gave Ban Jiang a look at Ban Jiang who was sitting on the sofa watching the morning news.

Chairman Ban understood, and hurriedly stood up from the sofa, and took out the black bag that seemed to be deliberately hidden under the coffee table.

"Jasper, what are these? It's all in Japanese, and my mother can't read it."

Zhuo Meimei had already hidden the bag containing the small umbrella, so Ban Jiang took out the bag containing those pink and yellow balls and put it in the hand of Rong Qian who was eating.

Rong Qian was looking down at today's stock market gains. Hearing this, he absently glanced at the things in Zhuo Meimei's hands, and almost spit out a mouthful of soy milk:

"?!!"

But even though Rong Qian held back his subconscious actions, Meimei Zhuo noticed his abnormal expression and quickly exchanged a glance with Ban Jiang.

Isn't it something serious?

She looked at a beauty instrument like ReFa, and thought it was something new, and was planning to secretly take it home for research.

Seeing Rong Qian's state, Zhuo Meimei suddenly became unconfident.

"Jasper, what the hell is this?"

No matter how much Rong Qian hated Ban Zhun, it was impossible for him to use this thing to humiliate his elders, so he stammered and explained, "...Mom, this is when Brother Zhun is tired from filming, I'm going to use it to give him a massage of."

Seeing Zhuo Meimei's eagerness to try, Rong Qian hastily added, "Only boys can use it."

"Oh," Zhuo Meimei sighed in disappointment, then turned to stare at her husband, and asked Rong Qian, "Can your father use it?"

Before Rong Qian could answer, the bedroom door was pulled open from the inside. Immediately afterwards, Ban Zhun stood at the door with his disheveled hair and eyes blindfolded, looking at them through the gap of the hem of the loose pajamas. A glimpse of whiteness can be seen.

Rong Qian hurriedly looked away.

"What are you talking about?"

Ban Zhun had a cold, sniffed and walked towards the dining table while rubbing his lower back.

The sofa was really hard to sleep on, no matter how thick the bed was, it was a bit hard, and he suffered from backaches from sleeping on it.

Zhuo Meimei looked "I understand again", with an uncontrollable smile on the corner of her mouth, "You must be exhausted, come and rest...no, come and eat."

Ban Zhun glanced at his mother in surprise, and said with a smile, "Mom, I just woke up, what is there to be tired about?"

He casually glanced at the thing that Zhuo Meimei was holding in her hands, and immediately lost all sleepiness.

"mom!"

Meimei Zhuo, who was about to put down her things to pour soy milk for Ban Zhun, was taken aback, "Tsk, you kid, why did you yell as soon as you woke up? It scared your mother to death."

Rong Qian was worried that Ban Zhun's statement was different from what he had just said to Zhuo Meimei, so he didn't even have time to put down his chopsticks, so he hurriedly stood up, helped Ban Zhun who didn't need support into the guest room, and turned back to the Ban family couple, "Mom and Dad, let me wash Brother Zhun's face first, his hands can't touch the water."

The bathroom door was shut with a bang.

Ban Zhun was very apprehensive about all the occasions when he was alone with Rong Qian. Seeing that Rong Qian was still holding chopsticks, he half-dragged and half-dragged him here. means of extinction.

"Pick, Jasper," Ban Zhun even forgot Rong Qian's name for a moment, he put a sticker on the wall behind him, swallowed, "My parents are still outside, you have to think twice."

Rong Qian didn't understand what he meant, but he didn't go into it, and said to Ban Zhun, "I just told Mrs. Ban that I used it for you to massage after filming."

Ban Zhun ignored his surprise at Rong Qian's willingness to help him cheat, and felt a little relieved about his mother.

His voice was a little hoarse, he cleared his throat with a low cough, "Thank you, I..."

"That's right, the soy milk will be cold in a while."

Zhuo Meimei's voice came from outside.

"Hey, Mom, right now!"

Ban Zhun hurriedly washed his face with water on his left hand, brushed his teeth quickly, and Chao Rongqian raised his chin, "Go out to eat first, I know what to say, thank you."

Rong Qian let out a low "hmm", turned around and left the bathroom.

Under the gaze of loving eyes, the two finished their breakfast with difficulty, and prepared to send the Ban family couple away with their own concerns.

"Parents, slow down," Ban Zhun knew that his parents' pursuit of quality of life was much higher than that of a son like him, so he said this only subconsciously and worriedly, "Let Zhao Uncle, drive slowly."

Zhuo Meimei put on her coat, turned around and gave Ban Zhun a gentle hug, and patted his waist and buttocks like she did when she was a child, "Good boy, take care of your illness. Mommy will go home to see grandma, and I will see you again tomorrow."

"Mom, I have to go out tomorrow, so I have to go to my elder brother's place."

Ban Zhun was really afraid that his mother would make a surprise attack again. If he really caught any clues, grandma would be very sad.

It's not that he didn't imagine that his grandmother would tell the truth about the matter, but the last time he was in the hospital, as soon as he opened his mouth, his grandmother used her lifelong belief - divination, and virtually blocked Ban Zhun's mouth.

People of the older generation seldom have a materialistic mindset. They have always been willing to believe in the gods in their hearts, and believe that nothing can be easily changed.

Therefore, in this way, Ban Zhun has no position to tell the truth to grandma, and can only hope that Rong Qian will accompany him more to make grandma happy.

After all, if the plot in the original book is really calculated, grandma's lifespan may really be numbered. Ban Zhun doesn't want grandma to enter the countdown of life, and there is still a little bit because of him, an uneasy child. The disappointment and sadness caused.

The empty suite returned to silence.

Ban Zhun walked back to the living room, leaning on the wall, and stood by the table, ready to destroy all the stolen goods, but was held down by a hand stretched out beside him.

"?"

Ban Zhun looked up that slender hand, and looked into Rong Qian's eyes suspiciously.

But he immediately understood what Rong Qian meant.

In the temporary common home of the two of them, these things appeared for no reason, and there really should be an explanation for Rong Qian who was very suspicious.

Ban Zhun was worried that Rong Qian would take his anger out on Zhen Bujia in the future, and at the same time felt that he could use these things to help him stabilize his personality and let Rong Qian relax.

"Don't get me wrong, I don't intend to use these things on you."

Ban Zhun casually picked up a bottle of oil and motioned for Rong Qian to see:

"Look, it's all unsealed, and I've used it many times."

Rong Qian narrowed his eyes.

How many times have you used it?

With whom?Where?here?On the couch or in the bedroom?

Seeing the erratic look in Rong Qian's eyes, Ban Zhun thought to himself that he probably hadn't cleared up his suspicions yet, so he had to hit him hard.

"Look, these are all big ones, 56mm. Besides 001, I usually use this strawberry one the most..."

Ban Zhun picked up a plastic square from the bag, and seemed to be skillfully tearing open the package, but accidentally dropped his hand because the technique was too unfamiliar, "Hey!"

The little pink umbrella snapped and turned right up——

It fell on the back of Rong Qian's hand.

Ban Zhun: "..."

Rong Qian raised his eyebrows.

The author has something to say:

Class Boss: It's over, the BBQ is over, I said I was careless, will he believe it?

Mrs. Ben: What does he mean? He likes strawberry, but I like vanilla.

[I'm sorry everyone, the little donkey is sick and has been lying down. Today's update was written on the bed. Please don't be angry when the update is late, everyone must pay attention to your health, woooooo]