The Sand Sculpture Actor Awakens

Bai Zhi was so surprised that he opened his mouth slightly, his eyes full of disbelief:

"you……"

After all, Rong Qian is the only one, all the pride and show off of young people are displayed in his eyes, and the subconscious desire to win makes him have no time to think about why he must win.

Seeing that Bai Zhi lowered his head suddenly, as if he was looking for something, Rong Qian thought it was Bai Zhi who didn't believe his words, so he narrowed his eyes slightly, wanting to stimulate him:

"We sleep in the same bed."

The sofa in the master bedroom is connected to the end of the bed, so it must be the same bed, right?

What's more, when he was in the hospital before, Ban Zhun was still lying on his bed and guarding his wound, which was more intimate than sleeping on a bed.

The disappointed expression on Bai Zhi's face made Rong Qian feel confident.

It turned out that Ban Zhun had never shared the bed with him.

In such a comparison, he has already won.

Bai Zhi will never believe that Tangtang Ban will marry such a young man casually, but even if he doesn't believe it, he still wants to see if the two marriage certificates have their names and photos printed on the inside pages .

However, when Bai Zhi looked down at his knees, he found that the two documents had disappeared.

He just remembered that Ban Zhun must have taken the marriage certificate from him while he was singing.

Bai Zhi wanted to rush out to ask, but after all, he was the one who flipped through Ban Zhun's things casually, so it would be too impolite to ask Ban Zhun whether he was married or not.

Then he could only get the answer from the young man in front of him.

"How do you prove it to me?"

Even though he was disappointed, Bai Zhi also knew that he was the gentle and soft type that Ban Zhun liked, so when talking to Rong Qian, he was a little more confident than Rong Qian who had an upright identity.

"Why should I prove it to you?"

Rong Qian moved his left wrist indifferently, feeling a little nervous.

He really can't prove it.

Go to Ban Zhun and ask him to show the marriage certificate to Bai Zhi?

But at the beginning, it was obviously that he asked Ban Zhun on his own initiative, and he absolutely must not disclose the matter of their marriage.

At this time, if he went to find Ban Zhun because of a momentary desire to win, wouldn't he lose face?

"Show me the marriage certificate of the two of you, if you are really married..."

Bai Zhi's mind was active, and he could see that Rong Qian was hiding his embarrassment very well, so he said unhurriedly, "Then why don't you even dare to ask him for a marriage certificate?"

Rong Qian remained silent.

Bai Zhi's eyes are very bright, like a well-behaved small dog covered in white and fluffy, making it impossible for people to associate those ugly words with him.

He changed his depressed mood just now, and looked at Rong Qian with a smile:

"I think you have other plans, don't you?"

Bai Zhi followed Amy's instructions and wanted to use the investment from Ban's family to help him realize his dream of soaring into the sky, so he was willing to bring recording equipment to Ban Zhun's house, and use the energy of wine to make Ban Zhun, who was already bothered, follow him. He does something that doesn't know what the world is.

Therefore, Bai Zhi with this mentality felt that everyone he met had the same purpose as him, so he firmly waited for Rong Qian to reveal his true colors.

"Believe it or not."

Rong Qian didn't feel that he had to explain too much to this kind of person. Anyway, the follower was quasi-legal, and it was him, not Bai Zhi in front of him.

He turned around to leave, but he heard the person behind him laughing:

"Take a step back, even if I believe you are married to him, do you think, with his habits..."

Rong Qian paused, his fingers resting on the doorknob.

Bai Zhi leisurely picked up the ornaments beside the bed, and traced patterns on them with his slender fingers, "...will I be with you alone?"

Rong Qian sneered and walked out.

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Ban Zhun didn't rest well last night, so while waiting for Zhen Bujia's arrival in the guest bedroom, he allowed himself to lie on the bed and rest for a while, but unexpectedly fell asleep directly.

When the doorbell rang, Rong Qian came out of the master bedroom and opened the door.

"Mr. Rong...I, I'll pick up Mr. Bai."

Zhen Bujia knew what his master was like, so when facing his wife, he felt a little guilty for Ban Zhun.

"Well, in that room."

Seeing Zhen Bujia poking in, Rong Qian stepped aside so that he could see the closed bedroom door where Bai Zhi was staying.

"Mr. Rong, where's Brother Zhun?"

Zhen Bujia didn't see Ban Zhun, and thought that Ban Zhun was in a dilemma because he didn't know which one to favor, so he escaped.

Rong Qian glanced lightly at the bedroom that was closer to the master bedroom, where the squad had been staying for half the afternoon, and signaled Zhen Bujia that the squad was there.

"I'll go see Brother Zhun first." Zhen Bujia wanted to check on Ban Zhun's condition.

However, as soon as he took a step, the young man in front of him stepped forward and blocked him, "He is sleeping."

Ban Zhun's house has three bedrooms in total, and the master bedroom where Rong Qian lives is farthest from the second bedroom that Ban Zhun chose to go home on the first day, so even if it is troublesome, Ban Zhun still insists on putting the bedding on the day he comes back from the hospital. Shop in the farthest room, as far away as possible from Rongqian.

But at this time, Ban Zhun's guest bedroom was next to Rong Qian's bedroom. Seeing Rong Qian's ambiguous answer, Zhen Bujia couldn't help thinking a little bit wrongly. I fell asleep in my bed.

"Sure, then I won't bother Brother Zhun and Mr. Rong." Zhen Bujia was a little afraid of Rong Qian at first, and he was frightened by Ban Zhun this afternoon, so his tone became more respectful. gone."

"The door is unlocked." Rong Qian kindly added.

Zhen Bujia was a little surprised by Rong Qian's rather proactive behavior.

Rong Qian seemed very anxious, even eager to take Bai Zhi away.

But after thinking about it, Zhen Bujia also understood.

Although Ban Zhun is married to Rong Qian and likes him very much, the feeling of seeing but not eating is the most tormenting.

Therefore, according to Ban Zhun's bohemian personality, he would never live a peaceful day in marriage.

If you don't eat such delicious milk cakes as Baizhi, there is something really wrong with your brain.

On the other hand, Rong Qian, although he has never liked Ban Zhun, and although he needs to marry Ban Zhun for various reasons, no matter what the reason is, now he and Ban Zhun have been recognized by the law, and it is very legal to see him It's impossible for Rong Qian not to be angry when his partner's class is fooling around.

Therefore, it is reasonable to want to get Bai Zhi away as soon as possible.

Zhen Bujia felt that if he wanted to please Ban Zhun, he couldn't ignore his sweetheart's feelings and coax Rong Qian into a good time, so that he would have good fruit in the days to come.

After all, Ban Zhun's previous confession made him almost cry. He just felt that if he was Rong Qian, he would be sorry for Ban Zhun if he didn't give birth to two big fat boys for Ban's family.

Such a persistent liking, I think Ban will not give up easily, after all, he can wait until the iron tree blooms.

As for those of them who work underneath, the most important thing is to watch their words and actions. Only when their master is happy can they have a good life.

"Mr. Rong, this Bai Zhi and his manager have always been like this," Zhen Bujia grasped Rong Qian's mind, and launched a fierce attack on the people and things that the teenager hates. My lord, you look pure, but behind your back it's... I saw it with my own eyes, it can't be faked, tsk tsk tsk, don't say it, it's dirty Mr. Rong's ears."

Seeing that Zhen Bujia, who was trusted by Ban Zhun, also had a bad impression of Bai Zhi, Rong Qian felt a little happier unconsciously, and his gaze softened a lot when looking at Zhen Bujia.

Zhen Bujia let out a long breath, his heart jumping with joy.

Finally cheered up this ancestor.

Brother Zhun is getting closer and closer to the day when the clouds will open and the moon will shine.

"Mr. Rong is happy, old slave..." Zhen Bujia's empathy and control are very good, and he changed his words quickly, "Old Zhen is also happy from the bottom of his heart."

"Who said I'm happy? What does it have to do with me?"

Only then did Rong Qian realize that his expression seemed to reveal a smile, he glanced at Zhen Bujia coolly, turned and went back to his bedroom.

Zhen Bujia scratched the back of his head in confusion, and walked into Bai Zhi's room full of doubts.

Ban Zhun's house has very good sound insulation and an area of ​​nearly [-] to [-] square meters, so Zhen Bujia is not at all worried that Bai Zhi will hear his conversation with Rong Qian, unless he sticks a stethoscope on the door so that he can vaguely hear it. Heard so few words.

When he entered the door, Bai Zhi was sleeping soundly under the quilt, his face was only slightly pink as the drunkenness dissipated.

"Mr. Bai."

Zhen Bujia bent his knuckles and knocked on the opened bedroom door, waiting expressionlessly for Bai Zhi to open his eyes.

Bai Zhi rubbed his eyes and sat up, seeing that the person standing at the door turned out to be Zhen Bujia, he woke up immediately, grabbed the quilt nervously, and covered his neckline:

"why you?"

Zhen Bujia put his hands behind his back, with a very official smile on his face: "Mr. Bai, you should be glad it's me."

Bai Zhi frowned, and was about to ask him where Ban Zhun was when Zhen Bujia continued:

"Otherwise it's Comrade Police."

Seeing that Bai Zhiling hadn't got up and left, Zhen Bujia knocked on the table at the door: "Do you need me to educate Mr. Bai about the law? It's a crime of trespassing on a house."

There were two footsteps outside, the former was swift and resolute, while the latter was procrastinating.

There was a heavy closing sound from the entrance door.

Rong Qian put down the pen in his hand, stood up and walked to the French window, stretched easily, and walked out with a water glass in his hand.

He wanted to go out to get some water, not to see what Ban Zhun was doing.

After leaving the bedroom door, Rong Qian went straight to the kitchen counter without looking sideways, only to find that there was no sign of Ban Zhun in the living room except for the beautiful sunset.

Rong Qian hurriedly turned his head to look at the guest bedroom where Ban Zhun slept.

The door remained closed.

How did you sleep for so long?

Rong Qian simply sat on the sofa, leaned there with his arms crossed and waited for a while.

Occasionally play with the Ultraman Rubik's Cube that Ban Zhun usually plays, and occasionally tidy up the carpet that Ban Zhun has messed up.

It wasn't until the hour hand pointed to the seven o'clock position that Rong Qian felt something was wrong.

Ban Zhun still didn't come out of the room.

Rong Qian couldn't sit still.

He stood up and walked towards the bedroom, just as he was about to raise his hand to open the door, he heard footsteps with slippers on inside.

If Ban Zhun found him coming to see him, how would he explain it?

Rong Qian was so frightened that he turned sideways to face the wall, raised his head to stare at the paintings on the wall, and studied them intently, with a serious look like a collector.

The bedroom door was slowly opened.

Ban Zhun's expression looked a little dizzy, and he could tell from the red mark on the left side of his face that he had just woken up.

Before Ban Zhun was surprised, Rong Qian turned his head to look at him lightly, and then gave Ban Zhun a sense that he didn't want to talk at all, and returned to the painting to continue admiring it.

The action speaks for itself.

He was looking at the painting, not doing other things.

The light was turned on in the bedroom behind Ban Zhun, and the light and shadow cast a layer of warm yellow on his thin figure, making him look soft and warm.

Seeing that Rong Qian didn't seem to talk to him at all, Ban Zhun didn't want to feel uncomfortable, so he squinted his eyes and walked towards the living room with the light behind him.

I don't know if it was because he couldn't see the way clearly, or because he just woke up and his legs and feet were still not in control. In short, the moment he passed Rongqian, Ban Zhun suddenly slanted and fell towards the wall.

"!"

Compared with hitting the wall, Ban Zhun was more afraid of falling on Rong Qian.

In desperation, he poked the corner of the wall with his cane and pushed himself out in the opposite direction.

At least the floor of his house will not retaliate against others, but the ancestors in front of him can break his bones.

Rongqian is young and has been studying martial arts all year round. His agility has long been a muscle memory. Hearing the sound of breathing behind him, he stretched out his hand while turning around, and scooped Ban Zhun into it without any mistakes. He bent his arms and quickly helped him regain his footing.

Ban Zhun was a little distracted, and whispered to Rong Qian in a breathy voice, "Thank you."

Rong Qian turned his head unnaturally, "It's okay, you stand still first."

Ban Zhun pursed his lips and lowered his head to fish for his crutch, only to find that Rong Qian's hand holding him turned out to be the left hand that had just had the cast removed a few days ago.

He couldn't help feeling a little flustered:

"... Are your hands okay?"

Hearing Ban Zhun's voice, Rong Qian frowned.

It took only a few hours...how did he become so dumb.

"Rong Qian?"

Ban Zhun thought his hand was hurting, subconsciously grabbed Rong Qian's wrist, and shook it lightly, "Is your hand okay?"

Rong Qian's hand was still on Ban Zhun's waist, and his fingertips touched Ban Zhun's spine through his clothes.

Thin, but with thin back muscles, feels very...

He avoided his eyes, held Ban Zhun's waist with one hand, bent over and picked up the crutch and stuffed it back into Ban Zhun's arms, shaking his head, "It's okay."

Ban Zhun dubiously took the cane and held it in his arms, his eyes were still fixed on Rong Qian, like a squirrel who stole a pine cone and turned back to look at the person's expression.

"If you are in pain, don't stand up, you have to tell me."

After speaking, he grabbed his crutches and turned on the headlights in the living room.

Rong Qian took a deep breath and clenched his left hand behind his back.

With his back turned to Rong Qian, Ban Zhun couldn't see his state and reaction, so he walked towards the second bedroom, intending to throw out all the bedding and quilt covers that Bai Zhi had slept on, and replace them with a new one.

But as soon as he stepped through the door, Ban Zhun felt his eyes spinning.

Since the injury, it has been difficult for Ban Zhun to sleep soundly at night, except for the occasional blunt perception of pain.

The weather in January is the coldest time, and he likes to step on the quilt, so the injured leg is always exposed to the outside of the quilt and freezes. Although there is heating in the room, it will still be a little cold for Ban Zhun who is afraid of the cold. cold.

And the few hours I just slept in the guest bedroom, although it was a rare peaceful sleep, I forgot to close the windows that are usually used for ventilation.

Ban Zhun started to have a low fever.

He rubbed his temples worriedly, irritated.

He planned to have a remote meeting with Ban's executives after dinner. He hadn't been to the company for a long time, and he was really worried that his business would be derailed.

Feeling the hot temperature from his forehead, Ban Zhun didn't even bother to get the thermometer, and went directly to the bedside cabinet to get the medicine before closing the door.

He has always been a medicine jar, falling ill every now and then, but he works so hard that he can't allow himself to rest.

Seeing Ban Zhun staggering back to the bedroom, Rong Qian thought he was about to start taking a rest, but unexpectedly, he heard the faint sound of the aluminum foil bag.

Rong Qian stood up from the sofa, walked lightly to Ban Zhun's door, and glanced inside without any trace.

Ban Zhun was holding a handful of medicine, with his back to the door and facing out the window, in a daze.

He seems to be very resistant to taking medicine, but he seems to be very used to it.

Rong Qian remained silent, watching his back silently.

Ban Zhun coughed, clutched the pill tightly in his palm, got up to pour some water, took the medicine and started working again.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he saw Rong Qian standing at the door of his bedroom.

Ban Zhun froze for a moment, "Why are you here?"

Rong Qian also didn't expect that Ban Zhun would turn around suddenly, and his expression was unnatural:

"go through."

Ban Zhun asked in confusion, "Huh?"

This guest bedroom is the furthest place in the whole house, so why did it pass by?

Ban Zhun's mind was always in chaos, and when he was feeling uncomfortable, he couldn't figure out what Rong Qian was doing, so he thought it was because he came here specially to watch his excitement.

But let's just watch, it's good to let him vent his anger, after all, he was the one who picked Bai Zhi away.

Ban Zhun pulled a coat over his body, sniffed and walked out of the bedroom, ready to go to the kitchen to pour some hot water and take the medicine by the way.

Just as he raised his head, he was about to stuff the medicine into his mouth, frowning and taking it with water.

A hand suddenly stretched out from the side, and directly grabbed Ban Zhun's wrist.

There is no one else in the room except Rong Qian.

... What does he want to do again?

Ban Zhun had a splitting headache, and even the way he turned his head made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

He sighed, turned his head to look at the boy's black and white eyes, and said helplessly, "What's wrong?"

Rong Qian took the pills from his hand, pulled out a piece of paper, and put them on it: "Take your temperature first."

Three-drug.

If the basal body temperature is high on weekdays and does not exceed 38.5°C after a fever, try to cool down by drinking more hot water and wiping with alcohol.

Ban Zhun just wanted to get better soon, so he ignored Rong Qian's words and reached out to get his medicine.

In the end, he was grabbed again, and then pushed back unceremoniously, "Take your temperature first."

In any case, Ban Zhun was a pampered and spoiled young master. He was already very ill and was not allowed to take medicine. This feeling made Ban Zhun extremely bored.

"What does it have to do with you?"

Ban Zhun's temper also came up.

"You don't want grandma to worry about your body, do you? Medicines are poisonous."

Rong Qian took out his mobile phone, dug out the call records with Uncle Zhao, and hung his fingertips on the screen, pretending to be on the verge of falling.

Ban Zhun hurriedly reached out to snatch his mobile phone, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't call, I'll take... I'll take my temperature."

Rong Qian fulfilled Ban Zhun's wish, turned off the screen, lowered his head and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, watching the young man resignedly walked towards the sofa in the living room, and took out the thermometer in the drawer under the coffee table.

Ban Zhun seemed to like the carpet in front of the French windows in the living room, and would nest there whenever he was free.

Even during the short waiting time of taking his temperature for a few minutes, he would run to lie on it.

Rong Qian poured him another cup of warm water, put it on the cooking table to dry slowly, and then followed him to the living room, waiting quietly for the temperature measurement to be completed.

Every time Ban Zhun got sick, whether it was serious or not, he would directly prescribe the right medicine.

It has become a habit for a long time, and I always forget to take the temperature first when I have a fever.

But having said that, in fact, he didn't forget it, but he just felt that no matter if it was serious or not, everything would be fine after taking the medicine, once everything was settled, why bother.

Therefore, the thermometers at home are the most primitive mercury mercury column, and the temperature measurement time will be a bit long.

Ban Zhun felt bored, and started to play with the Rubik's Cube messed up by Rong Qian, then turned his head and glanced at him with a smile:

"You like Ultraman too?"

No boy will say no to Ultraman, no boy will not believe in light...

"I don't like it." Rong Qian retorted decisively.

He doesn't like anything that Ban Zhun likes.

The embarrassed Ban Zhun swallowed in embarrassment: "...Okay."

After Rong Qian found out that Ban Zhun Anli had failed in his hobbies, he obviously had a disappointed expression, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

What if you just said you liked it?Will he laugh?

"Let's order some takeaway today." Ban Zhun sandwiched the thermometer and took out his mobile phone with the other hand. "There are no ingredients at home. There is no other way. Let's just make it."

Seeing that Rong Qian did not refute, Ban Zhun continued to ask with confidence: "Have some noodles?"

Rong Qian let out a "hmm".

After hearing Ban Zhun unlock the phone, he turned around and added, "Don't be spicy."

Ban Zhun responded readily, "Success."

Rong Qian knew that Ban Zhun's unscrupulous character would definitely dislike chirping, so after hearing his request not to be spicy, he would not give his own special note that it was spicy.

He was still sick and needed something bland.

After Ban Zhun ordered the takeaway, he habitually put his mobile phone on his stomach, ready to answer the call from the deliveryman at any time.

Rong Qian at the side restrained the corner of his mouth that was about to raise a curve.

Why does he like to put things on his stomach so much.

The living room was extremely quiet, and Ban Zhun blinked his eyes in relaxation, leaning on the edge of the sofa and watching the sunset outside the window.

Rong Qian picked up the Rubik's Cube he had just put back to its original place, and said:

"Actually, it's okay."

Ban Zhun was in a daze, and completely forgot the topic just now. When Rong Qian suddenly said something that made him puzzled, he couldn't help being a little puzzled. He turned his head and asked, "What?"

Rong Qian lowered his head to avoid Ban Zhun's gaze by straightening the pillow, and whispered, "Ultraman."

"Haha, I knew it. Also, your reflex arc is so long."

Ban Zhun's eyes were a little red from the fever, but he smiled happily, like a primary school student who is full of a sense of accomplishment after getting a perfect score in an exam.

With more than 40 seconds left for the temperature measurement, Ban Zhun sat up with his body propped up on his elbows, staring at the time on the screen intently, while not forgetting his hobbies:

"I like Ultraman Aguru the most, he has the power of the sea."

Rong Qian was a little surprised by his naivety and persistence, but after all, he was the one who brought up the topic again, so he couldn't leave him alone again:

"I prefer Mebius."

"Really, then this Rubik's Cube will give you..."

Ban Zhun was about to generously give the Rubik's Cube with Ultraman Mebius to Rongqian, but suddenly remembered that it was given to him by his elder brother, and swallowed the words again.

I feel that a person like Rong Qian, who does big things, shouldn't care too much about these extraneous things, let alone the children's toys that are everywhere in the street, he shouldn't have to ask for it from himself, right?

"Give it to me?"

Rong Qian could see Ban Zhun's sudden reluctance, and couldn't help but want to play tricks on him for a while.

"Ah?" Ban Zhunwei couldn't do it, but he didn't dare to offend Rong Qian, so he gritted his teeth and planned to part with the pain, and then explain to Banzhuo when he found out, "That's fine..."

Rong Qian just wanted to tease him, and didn't intend to really win people's love. Seeing that Ban Zhun was generous to him, he felt a lot more comfortable in his heart, and even repelled a lot of depression caused by Bai Zhi.

"Time is up."

Rong Qian pointed to Ban Zhun's arm, motioning for him to take out the thermometer.

Ban Zhun hastily followed suit, put the thermometer across the bed, and squinted his eyes to see the scale on it.

His eyesight was really poor, he almost squinted and couldn't see the position of mmHg.

"I read."

Rong Qian took the thermometer from his fingertips, glanced casually against the light, "38.5°C."

Just stuck on the verge of taking medicine and physical cooling.

"Take your medicine after dinner."

Rong Qian realized that his mood would fluctuate because of Ban Zhun, so his attitude could not help but cool down.

He stood up and walked towards his bedroom, leaving only a back view of Ban Zhun who was sitting on the carpet.

The master bedroom door was closed.

Ban Zhun stared blankly at the door for a long time before reacting quickly.

He just...was Rong Qian taking care of him?

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The takeaway is prepared to ask the delivery staff to hang on the doorknob, thus reducing the risk of mutual contact.

Ban Zhun didn't know what Rong was doing in the bedroom, but he probably wasn't sleeping.

So he knocked on the door lightly, "The takeaway is here, and the noodles will be lumpy soon."

Rong Qian had just finished [-] push-ups, with thin sweat on his forehead, when he heard Ban Zhun's dumb, tentative whisper, his breathing suddenly became disordered.

"……Oh, I see."

Ban Zhun has a deep muscle memory of this kind of breathing. Although he has never eaten pork, he has watched pigs run a lot.

This breathing frequency is the most familiar to him.

Ban Zhun sighed in his heart.

Young, hot, normal, normal.

Rong Qian hadn't come out yet, so he couldn't eat alone, so as not to be charged again. In the future, let alone noodles, he couldn't even suck up half a grain of flour.

If Rongqian was in progress when he knocked on the door just now, considering his age...about the same age as those "yyds" high school students on the Internet, so the time should be...relatively speaking, it would be a bit long, right? ?

Ban Zhun sighed enviously.

Back then, he was controlled by his elder brother and was not allowed to fall in love. Even the love letters secretly sent by girls would be directly intercepted by the eyeliner deskmate that his elder brother placed next to him, and then returned the same way.

Not to mention doing something so exciting.

The kid Rong Qian still looked very indifferent, why did he suddenly enter the house to do this while talking to him?

Ban Zhun suddenly reacted.

It must be because of Bai Zhi!

The influence of the protagonist's attack on the protagonist in ljj has always been a mystery, and it is a question that can be raised to metaphysics.

In the original book, Rong Qian was Bai's idiot, Bai's madness, and Bai's slamming into the wall, so today is just a hand punch, which is not enough to surprise people.

Ban Zhun recalled that when he introduced him and Rong Qian to each other before he escaped from Bai Zhi's bedroom, the two men secretly looked at each other's obscure eyes, and couldn't help showing a uncle's smile at the corner of their mouths.

While intoxicated, the door of the master bedroom was suddenly opened by Rong Qian.

When Ban Zhun saw the bathrobe he was wearing, he couldn't help but become more convinced of his inferences just now.

Rong Qian noticed that Ban Zhun's eyes fell on him from time to time, he tightened his neckline a little embarrassedly, and gave him a wary look.

But what Rong Qian was worried about was not his own safety, but Ban Zhun's.

Because it was difficult for him to guarantee the strength of his punch to leave Ban Zhun with a few breaths.

Fortunately, Ban Zhun quickly looked away and greeted him, "Come on, let's eat together."

Before the takeaway was delivered, Ban Zhun had already drank a lot of hot water, and at this moment he really felt that his condition was much better than before.

Therefore, when talking to Rong Qian, he also had a lot of strength.

Rong Qian walked to the dining table, pulled away the chair diagonally opposite to Ban Zhun, leaned over and sat on it, picked up the chopsticks and stirred the beef noodle soup.

Is this store so affordable?How can there be so much beef?

Rong Qian thought to himself that it might be that the store that Ban Zhun ordered was more expensive, and the portions were also very generous.

So I didn't think about it any more, I lowered my head and ate the noodles quietly.

Holding his chopsticks, Ban Zhun resisted the tingling sensation of the noodles passing across his throat, and swallowed his first mouthful with difficulty.

The beef noodles are delicious. Although he put the beef into Rong Qian's bowl in advance, the taste left behind is still endless. Even Ban Zhun, who has no appetite due to illness, couldn't help but take a few sips noodle soup.

"Cough...cough...cough..."

The swollen throat was scalded by the hot noodle soup, Ban Zhun couldn't help it, turned his back and coughed.

He still wanted to take the medicine directly, but he was worried that Rong Qian would threaten him by calling Uncle Zhao.

Ban Zhun picked up the noodle bowl with one hand, touched the cane and walked towards his room, "I'll go back to the room to eat, so as not to infect you."

Rong Qian didn't say a word, presumably acquiescing to Ban Zhun's actions.

After taking the medicine, Ban Zhun's mental state is much better than before, and he even has the energy to report his work progress to Ban Zhuo.

The mobile phone on the table vibrated, Ban Zhun casually glanced at the caller, took a deep breath, and hurriedly picked it up:

"Big brother."

Feeling my attitude was a bit cold, I added another sentence: "Good evening, brother."

Banjo gave a faint "um" over there, and asked, "Why is your voice hoarse?"

Ban Zhun didn't want Ban Zhuo to feel that he was slack in his work, so he cleared his throat and explained:

"I choked when I was eating at night, but I'm fine now, I think it will be fine in a while, brother."

Banzhuo has always been very dissatisfied with Ban Zhun's flustered work habits. Hearing that he has started to make old mistakes again, he can't help but hate iron and teach in a low voice:

"Why is it always like this? Can't you be more careful?"

Ban Zhun sniffed and said with a smile: "Yes, brother is right, I will definitely change."

Banjo felt that his younger brother's attitude seemed a bit pitiful, but he didn't think much about it.

After all, Ban Zhun has always been an actor in any place other than the crew, and if he pretends to be like this today, it is very likely that he will ask him to invest in a certain movie as before.

"After the plaster was removed, I went home a year ago. Grandma's condition...is not very good these days, so...you should come back to see her more often."

When it comes to grandma, Banjo's harsh tone is much softer, showing a hint of disappointment.

Ban Zhun's eyes were burning. Even though no one else was present, he still subconsciously covered his eyes and said in a trembling voice, "I...I got it, brother...I'll go back tomorrow."

"Let's wait until the cast is removed," Banjo said.

Ban Zhun swallowed, trying to create a relaxed atmosphere for Ban Zhuo:

"It's okay, brother, I can walk now, and I can drive on the first day I am discharged from the hospital."

"Don't mess around, I'll ask the driver to pick you up tomorrow."

Banjo hung up the phone.

Putting down the phone, Ban Zhun buried his face in his palm silently.

.

Rong Qian slept very restlessly, as if he was worried about something.

He squinted his eyes and took out his phone, checked the time, and thought that he should go to Ban Zhun's room to see if his fever had subsided.

But as soon as he sat up from the bed, Rong Qian heard Ban Zhun coughing with all his might.

It seems to be serious again.

Rong Qian reached out and patted the bedside lamp on, and walked out of the bedroom with his slippers on.

"Cough cough...uh cough cough cough..."

Ban Zhun's voice was muffled, as if he had hidden his head in some corner.

Rong Qian didn't have time to worry so much, so he pushed open Ban Zhun's bedroom door.

The young man was curled up and lying on the quilt, and the quilt trembled with the extent of his coughing.

"Mr. Ben."

Rong Qian worried that his sudden appearance would scare him, so he called Ban Zhun in advance.

The person in the quilt didn't respond, and was still coughing uncomfortably.

Rong Qian strode over, turned on the bedside lamp, and at the same time lifted off the heavy quilt that wrapped Ban Zhun.

"How are you……"

Seeing the flushed young man, Rong Qian couldn't say the words behind him.

He seemed to be crying.

Rong Qian squatted beside the bed, holding Ban Zhun's hot face with both hands, "Mr. Ban?"

Ban Zhun looked at Rong Qian blindfolded.

Obviously, his consciousness has begun to become a little loose.

After seeing Rong Qian's face, he thought it was a dream.

How could Rong Qian come here without sleeping in the middle of the night for him.

Ban Zhun giggled, laughing so hard that Rong Qian almost felt that he was stupid, and suddenly reached out and pinched the face of the person in front of him:

"Little thing, did you fall into my hands?"

Rong Qian: "???"

Rong Qian was surprised by Ban Zhun's sudden touch.

But what surprised him even more was that he actually... didn't hate Ban Zhun touching him at all.

Ban Zhun pressed Rong Qian's eyebrows with his fingertips, and gave a dissatisfied "Tsk", "You are young, imitate others...cough cough cough, imitate others to frown, what do you do?"

Rong Qian stretched his brows, trying not to let him chatter.

Sure enough, seeing that he was obedient, Ban Zhun quietly let go of his hand.

"In my dream, can you still bully me? Only I can bully you..."

Ban Zhun grinned triumphantly, the color at the end of his eyes was as red as if he had been crying for hours.

The rare dimple around his lips made Rong Qian's eyes stop for a moment.

Rong Qian ignored Ban Zhun's forehead and put his hand on Ban Zhun's forehead.

The temperature was even hotter than in the afternoon, so much so that Rong Qian could judge it without even picking up the thermometer.

In such a situation, you must go to the hospital.

Rong Qian walked into the cloakroom quickly, took a long down jacket that reached to his ankles, and put the whole thing on Ban Zhun's body, wrapping him tightly and airtightly.

"tight……"

Ban Zhun whimpered in pain.

Rong Qian coaxed him subconsciously, "Be good, be obedient, it will be fine in a while."

As soon as the words fell, Rong Qian froze for a moment.

Did that just come out of his mouth?

"Then don't..."

Ban Zhun's hand arched and arched inside the down jacket, finally found a gap, stretched out his hand, and pinched Rong Qian's face directly.

"You still dare to drive me to the garbage dump?"

Seeing that he had already started talking nonsense, Rong Qian couldn't help but move faster.

"No throwing, no throwing," he could only coax him along with Ban Zhun's words, "As long as you are obedient, I won't throw it."

Ban Zhun immediately let go of his hand, and leaned obediently and weakly on Rong Qian's shoulder.

Rong Qian directly picked him up and put him on the low stool at the door: "I'll get you shoes."

"Shoes! Put them on your feet immediately!"

At this time, Ban Zhun,