The Sand Sculpture Actor Awakens

The huge living room suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

With a "click", the remaining oil in the plastic square in Ban Zhun's hand dripped onto the light-colored floor, and the faint aroma of strawberries filled the air.

The two stared at each other silently for a long time.

Finally, Ban Zhun, who has experienced the social death stage many times, took the initiative to break the silence.

"Hey, I haven't seen it. Seeing that you are an adult, that's why I wanted to show you what these things look like, so as to avoid waiting for you to encounter real swords and guns in the future. If you don't know how to use them It would be embarrassing."

Ban Zhun stretched out his hand as if he didn't care, and gently grabbed the small bump, intending to take it away from the back of Rong Qian's hand.

However, the airtight rubber film sucked the back of Rong Qian's hand, making it a bit difficult for Ban Zhun to hold it.

"Eh?"

Ban Zhun licked his lips in embarrassment, and peeked at Rong Qian awkwardly.

Why is this thing so powerful?

The desire to maintain dignity made Ban Zhun recite "I can't lose" silently, and then pulled out the thing on the back of Rong Qian's hand——

The little umbrella let out a "boo" unwillingly, and the whole thing was pinched in Ban Zhun's palm.

Ban Zhun breathed a sigh of relief, pretending to be calm on the surface, and said to Rong Qian briskly, "Look, light pink, isn't it pretty?"

After speaking, it seemed that he felt that the firepower was not enough, so he added something vaguely, "Wenwen likes pink the most."

Give him a dance in pink hot pants every time.

Although he no longer has the desire to watch dances, the little hot pants left a deep impression on him.

Rong Qian didn't know what was going on in Ban Zhun's mind, all he knew was that he was holding this thing in his hand, plus he mentioned other men's names on his own initiative, so the two of them must have enjoyed it together.

Thinking of this, Rong Qian suddenly felt suffocated in his chest, glanced at the rubber film in Ban Zhun's hand irritably, turned and went back to the bedroom.

Seeing Rong Qian like this, Ban Zhun, who was a little shy about this kind of thing before, was no longer so nervous, but felt like laughing.

He is obviously a child, not big anywhere, why he always likes to put on an old-fashioned look.

It's quite cute, no wonder it's the protagonist Gong with the attribute of a loyal dog.

Ban Zhun cleaned up the mess on the table, and bowed his head to the puddle of strawberry-scented liquid on the ground.

His legs couldn't squat down, and he couldn't wipe the floor.

Just as he was trying to bend down to clean the ground, the doorbell rang outside, and Zhen Bujia's voice rang outside the door.

"Brother Zhun~ I'm bringing your favorite dish~"

Zhen Bujia has been with Ban Zhun for many years, and has already figured out what kind of food will make the frowning Ban Zhun happy, so as soon as Ban Zhun opens the door, Zhen Bujia stuffs the well-packaged lunch box He dangled in the crack of the door, trying to whet Ban Zhun's appetite.

Sure enough, as soon as Ban Zhun smelled it, he immediately turned his head, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Pot-packed meat?"

Zhen Bujia looked into the shining eyes of his boss, walked to the table proudly, "Yes~"

Suddenly his foot slipped and he almost lay on the ground holding the pot of meat.

Ban Zhun was startled, and quickly pulled out the lunch box containing the pot-packed meat from his arms and hugged it in his arms, staring at the food bag, and said carelessly, "Be careful."

Zhen Bujia: "..."

"Huh? Brother Zhun, isn't this...?" He looked down at the lump on the ground, and immediately recognized the texture and brand.

As Ban Zhun's manager, Zhen Bujia naturally has no taboos about meat and vegetables, but unlike his own boss, he is so obsessed with cleanliness that he doesn't want to touch those little boys outside. When Zhun and Rongqian moved back to this residence on the first day, they gave Ban Zhun such a big gift.

"I'm just going to tell you about this. When you leave later, take that pile of shit for me."

Ban Zhun sat at the dining table, took a piece of pot-packed meat with a fork, put it into his mouth, and lifted his chin towards the black bag.

"It doesn't work, bro?"

Zhen Bujia's face was full of disbelief.

What he brought to the boss were all his favorite models on weekdays, and he even got a brand new customized model, how could he not be liked?

Ban Zhun leaned on the dining table and sipped his soup with his head down. He took a quick peek at Rong Qian's closed bedroom door.

He spent the night in Rong Qian's room. It is estimated that Rong Qian did not have a good rest, and he must be catching up on sleep at the moment.

In addition, the sound insulation effect of this house is directly proportional to its price, so even if he said flowers in the restaurant, Rong Qian would never hear him.

"You know shit." Ban Zhun glared at him, and took another sip of spinach and duck blood vermicelli soup.

Zhen Bujia felt more and more that Ban Zhun's personality was different from the past, so he was willing to joke with him more and more with a shy face: "Brother Zhun, what's the matter?"

Ban Zhun lowered his voice: "You don't get me these things from now on, no, don't get me these things."

Zhen Bujia didn't want to admit that there was something wrong with his eyesight, and he just wanted to find out from Ban Zhun: "Is it because you don't like Brother Zhun, or is it because Mr. Rong doesn't like it?"

Ban Zhun sighed helplessly.

It's better to be straightforward and eliminate future troubles, otherwise Zhen Bujia will never give up, and will only get worse and worse in the future.

Rong Qian read the book for a while, and was about to go to the window of the living room to take a look at the distant scenery to rest his eyes, but just as he walked to the door, he heard the sound of conversation from outside.

Based on the principle of don't listen to indecent words, Rong Qian was about to turn around and sit on the bed to avoid for a while, waiting for the people outside to finish talking before going out, but it was already too late.

Ban Zhun's voice broke into his ears clearly:

"No, I don't use those things, and I don't want to use them on him. You may think that he was bought by me and can be treated casually, but I don't think so. I don't want to force him. I want to Wait until the day he is really willing to accept my feelings."

Rong Qian's fingers curled up slightly, and his dark eyes stared in surprise at the bedroom door that separated him from the person outside.

Zhen Bujia's response was mixed with flattery, "Oh my god, brother Zhun, you are so affectionate."

After finishing speaking, he asked again in puzzlement: "But brother Zhun, according to what you said, Mr. Rong doesn't like you at all now, don't you feel tired after chasing you all the time?"

Rong Qian narrowed his eyes.

He had never seen an assistant with such wide control and so much nonsense since he was a child.

Ban Zhun was addicted to the drama, and he knew that Rong Qian must not have woken up, so he leaned into Zhen Bujia's ear and whispered:

"You don't understand love at all, you don't understand what it's like to like someone for more than ten years."

Rong Qian's pupils shrank slightly.

He looked down at his feet that walked from the bed to the door at some point, and rubbed his ears, which were almost touching the door, angrily, and it became hot.

In Rong Qian's eyes, Ban Zhun deliberately lowered his voice, no doubt he was worried that he would hear it.

Because of this, words spoken in a low voice are more convincing.

Could it be that after being treated coldly by him for so many years, Ban Zhun still likes him so much?

The two people outside the door talked about the crew and so on. Finally, Zhen Bujia reluctantly left under Ban Zhun's expulsion.

The entrance door slammed heavily.

Finally left.

Rongqian read the book absently for a while, but he always felt a little thirsty, so he took the full water glass at hand and drank it in one gulp, and opened the door to go to the kitchen to pour some water to drink.

After stepping out of the bedroom, Rong Qian walked straight to the kitchen without looking sideways, only to find that Ban Zhun, who was full of food and drink, was squinting his eyes and basking in the sun on the carpet in front of the French window in the living room.

Like some kind of little animal that is very easy to be satisfied with life.

Hearing Rong Qian open the door and come out, Ban Zhun turned his head to look at him, his slightly red eyes were obviously sleepy, "There is still pot-packed meat on the table, Aunt Liu made it, it's delicious."

Rong Qian nodded, "Thank you."

Specially reserved for him?

...he doesn't care.

However, having said that, Rong Qian's steps towards the kitchen were much lighter.

There is a ready-made instant hot drinking machine on the cooking table, but Rong Qian didn't seem to notice it, so he picked up the hot water bottle that was left unused and put it under the faucet to start drinking cold water.

Taking advantage of this time, Rong Qian took the time to look back at Ban Zhun who was still lying on the carpet and fiddling with the Rubik's Cube.

The young man's eyelashes look like fake ones, and they are a little lazy under the afternoon sun. The thick fan-shaped silhouette falls on the lower eyelid, as if a bit of beautiful light and shadow has been taken from the light passing through the air, and the tip of the eyelashes is full of sparkles .

The high-quality kettle boiled water unexpectedly fast, and the sound of the temperature control switch beating brought Rong Qian back to his consciousness.

He quickly looked away, ignored Ban Zhun who was about to fall asleep, and went to let the warm water dry.

But after such a short time, Ban Zhun had already fallen asleep soundly with his head tilted.

But even when he fell asleep, Ban Zhun didn't let go of the Ultraman Rubik's Cube in his hand, and pressed it between his flat chest and abdomen with strong possessiveness.

Rong Qian suppressed the slightly raised corners of his lips, and pulled the thin blanket on the sofa to cover Ban Zhun's waist.

Turning around and wanting to go back to the bedroom, the figure seemed to be running away.

However, Ban Zhun's cell phone vibrated suddenly, and he was about to wake up, but the distance between Rong Qian and the bedroom was too far, so he had no choice but to go back to the kitchen in embarrassment, pretending to be thirsty and drinking water.

Ban Zhun was startled by the vibration in his sleep. The feeling of waking up from a deep sleep made his fingertips tremble slightly. It took him a while to realize that it was a call.

"Hello. Who is this?"

Ban Zhun's voice was hoarse, and it was hard not to suspect that he hadn't done anything good before answering the phone.

Rong Qian was standing in front of the cooking table pouring water, worrying restlessly that Ban Zhun would find out that he had covered him with a quilt, and the resentment against his meddling in his heart was getting deeper and deeper.

But Ban Zhun didn't seem to notice it, and when he answered the phone, his voice was different from usual, and it sounded complicated.

Rong Qian looked back at him subconsciously.

There was a bit of panic in Ban Zhun's voice, and even when he looked back at Rong Qian, he seemed to be mixed with an unspeakable guilt:

"...Baizhi?"

The author has something to say:

Ban Boss: I suspect he is going to suffocate me, but suddenly he has malicious intentions towards my wealth, so he is merciful? ? ?

Mrs. Ben: He loves me so much. He showed me how to use the little umbrella, confessed to me through the door, and left me a pot of meat. He would even consider my feelings when answering the phone call of his little lover. QAQ I love wife

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