The Sand Sculpture Actor Awakens

After living for 18 years, Rong Qian has never been so ashamed.

It's fine to be misunderstood, but I still make a fool of myself with... Ban Zhun.

His hair was tangled up on the buttons of Ban Zhun's clothes. He wanted to struggle to explain but was pulled back by the stinging pain. He could only slightly turn his head towards the door:

"Grandma, it's not what you think..."

He was answered by the sound of a crisp door closing.

Rong Qian: "..."

A disconcerting silence returned to the bedroom.

Compared with Rong Qian's uneasiness, Ban Zhun's mood is obviously more frightened.

He didn't have time to think about how Rong Qian got in, he just thought about what he should do to get out the lion that was about to explode.

The first element to appease a beast is... gentleness?

Ban Zhun tentatively patted the big bag in front of him, "Hey, I'll fix it right away."

The big bag under the sweater suddenly stopped, and then Ban Zhun heard Rong Qian's voice trying to suppress his anger:

"Can you hurry up?"

Ban Zhun's hand hadn't removed the plaster cast, and he struggled even typing on the keyboard on weekdays, let alone carefully saving his hair.

After hearing Rong Qian's urging sound, Ban Zhun was startled, and he couldn't control the strength in his hand, and directly tore off a few hairs of Rong Qian.

"Hiss—" "Hiss..."

Both of them took a deep breath at the same time.

One is for my own hair, and the other is for my dog's life.

But fortunately, Rong Qian also regained his freedom.

Ban Zhun lifted the wide hem of the sweater, looking expectantly at the child emerging from his arms.

However, different from normal mothers, their children were born as the Revenger Alliance, and this one is the Avenger Rong Qian.

Ban Zhun didn't dare to look at Rong Qian who was rubbing his hair, so he turned around silently, panting a few times with lingering fear.

Taking advantage of Rong Qian's inattention, he secretly opened his palm and counted Rong Qian's hair that he had just put into his sweater and gathered.

Happy birthday.

Rong Qian lost nine hairs in total, so he will definitely be whipped nine hundred and ninety-nine times in the future, right?

Looking at the airtight bedroom, Ban Zhun suddenly wasn't sure if Rong Qian wanted to pursue an official career in the future. If he really didn't want to, he would probably be arrested and sent to the detention center tonight for beating an actor late at night.

Although the beating was a rubbish star who was riddled with black material and everyone shouted to beat him, he still had to be punished by law on the basis of being happy.

Ban Zhun imagined all the ways that Rong Qian might beat him, but when his eyes fell back on the boy who was sitting at the table with his back facing him, he found that Rong Qian had quietly put on the earphones While browsing the web, it doesn't look like he has a grudge.

Seeing this scene, Ban Zhun couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

As expected of the protagonist's attack, he is really generous.

Rong Qian's hearing is good, although he often wears earphones, but most of the time it's just to isolate the noise from the outside world, and he doesn't want others to disturb him.

At this time, he heard the faint rustling sound of fabric rubbing behind him, and he silently turned on the front camera, blocking it with a wide shoulder line, revealing only the small camera, and then quickly pressed the photo button.

When he brought the phone screen back to his eyes, Rong Qian couldn't help laughing out loud.

Ban Zhun, who usually looks smart and quick-witted, is now narrowing his eyes slightly, staring at the handful of things in his hands with his mouth half open, his expression looks incredible, and even faintly panicked .

It would not be an exaggeration to describe that look as naive.

Rong Qian couldn't help but become curious, wanting to see what Ban Zhun was holding in his hand.

The clean and beautiful fingertips pressed Ban Zhun's fingertips in the photo on the screen, tapped twice and then enlarged the place——

Rong Qian suddenly smoked from all seven orifices.

It's his hair.

Rong Qian exited the procedure in a spirited manner, secretly making a note of Ban Zhun in his heart.

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No matter which residence he is in, Ban Zhun's bedroom layout is similar, with a large sofa at the end of the bed, which really seems to be prepared for a certain scene to happen.

After all the fuss just now, Ban Zhun had long forgotten about going downstairs to chat with Uncle Zhao, and he even forgot about the nasty thing under the quilt.

He quickly washed his face, and with his toothbrush in his mouth, he convinced himself depressedly that it was meaningful to give up the only big bed in the bedroom to the cheapskate Rongqian, and he did it for his future life.

Adhering to this idea, Ban Zhun reluctantly walked out on crutches:

"It's almost ten o'clock, should I go to bed?"

Rong Qian didn't say a word, he stood up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Ban Zhun lay on the sofa at the end of the bed, enviously listening to the sound of running water inside.

If it weren't for this ancestor's trouble, he would be lying in the bathtub at home now.

Rong Qian came out wearing the bathrobe prepared by the servant, water drops rolled down the ends of the black hair, dripped in the neck, and slid all the way into the chest along the curve of the collarbone.

It was the first time for Ban Zhun to see Rong Qian like this.

I thought that because of the rapid growth of the children who have just grown up, their bodies will appear a little thin and their skeletons will not be very broad, but Rong Qian in front of him broke all of Ban Zhun's inherent thinking.

Obviously the height difference between the two is not much, and the bathrobes prepared by the servants are also the same size, but when they are worn by Ban Zhun and Rong Qian, they have completely different effects.

One is loose to the knee, and the other is just right. Even the neckline and shoulders are a little tight, and the shape of the texture under the fabric can be vaguely seen.

Ban Zhun couldn't help swallowing, but it wasn't out of emotion, but because he was worried about the frail protagonist.

Rong Qian was only eighteen and already like this, wouldn't Bai Zhi be crushed by him in the future?

Seeing that Ban Zhun had been staring at him intently, Rong Qian narrowed his eyes slightly, and returned the same unceremonious gaze to the young man paralyzed on the sofa.

As soon as Ban Zhun came back to his senses, he was startled, and hurriedly got up to fetch a new quilt for Rong Qian.

"You sleep on the bed, I sleep here."

Rong Qian coldly refused, "No need."

Ban Zhun didn't allow him to refute, and while walking on crutches, he turned his head and said to Rong Qian:

"Don't think that I don't want you to sleep on the sofa. If the weather is so cold, if I freeze you, grandma will find me to settle the score."

Rong Qian frowned slightly.

A man with a fever on crutches still has time to worry about getting sick?Who was that sick child who passed out from a fever last night?

He stood by the bed, before he bent to lift the quilt, he looked at Rong Qian and said, "So, don't make trouble for me, do you hear me?"

After finishing speaking, Ban Zhun didn't wait for Rong Qian's answer, and lifted the quilt on the bed with a big wave of his hand——

The moment the pink color was revealed, Ban Zhun's face stiffened immediately.

He had never wanted to die that much.

Ban Zhun wanted to pull the quilt to cover the short skirt, but Rong Qian grabbed the corner of the quilt from another direction, making it difficult for him to pull it any longer.

Rong Qian had never seen this kind of skirt, but judging from common sense, the Ban family he knew, apart from grandma, Ms. Zhuo Meimei and the servant Aunt Liu, there should be no more girls.

And they seem to have passed the age of wearing this length.

This thing appeared on Ban Zhun's bed, which meant it was related to Ban Zhun.

Sure enough, he was still a restless master from the bottom of his heart.

Can his sonorous likes still count?

Rong Qian stared at the furry rabbit tail next to the pillow, and there was a very suspicious columnar metal object attached to it but he didn't know where it should be stuffed.

My heart couldn't help sinking.

What exactly does Ban Zhun want to do.

Obviously, in front of grandma, he still had the attitude of not wanting to rest at Ban's house, but where did these messy things come from?

The bunny girl costume in front of him made Rong Qian have to be vigilant while being suspicious.

If he hit Ban Zhun in the face with the force of punching sandbags during his usual training, he probably wouldn't even have time for rescue.

Rong Qian looked up and down the parts of Ban Zhun's body that could allow him to attack but were not fatal, and Ban Zhun's scalp tingled when he saw it.

"What, what?"

Can't help but want to do it?

Gotta find a way to survive.

"I didn't prepare this for you."

It is impossible for Ban Zhun to shake his mother out to attract hatred, not to mention that only by recruiting himself can he maintain the personality in front of Rong Qian.

After thinking that Rong Qian would give him a disgusted look as usual, he turned around and found a quiet place to ignore him.

Unexpectedly, today Rong Qian asked uncharacteristically, "Who is that for?"

Ban Zhun was stunned.

He couldn't believe that Rong Qian would chase after him and ask him such a question.

Rong Qian raised his eyebrows, "Who is it for?"

Ban Zhun took a slanted sword, defeated magic with magic, and raised his face and smiled at Rong Qian:

"If you like it, it's for you."

Sure enough, Rong Qian's face changed, and he sat on the edge of the bed with his back facing him, and played with his mobile phone with his head down.

Ban Zhun raised his eyebrows unsurprisingly, grabbed the bunny girl outfit and stuffed it into the bedside table, then returned to the sofa with the quilt in his arms:

"Kids don't always stare at the phone, do you want your eyes?"

Rong Qian sneered in his heart, and ignored his words.

hypocritically.

If you really care about him, why do you have to prepare short skirts for others.

What's more, he obviously has a family background, and he still has the leisure to mess around with outsiders.

Shameless.

Ban Zhun was sleepy, but found that Rong Qian was still playing with his mobile phone in the dark bedroom, so he nagged to Rong Qian in a hoarse voice:

"What about you, you are not allowed to look at your phone after turning off the lights."

Rong Qian directly put the quilt on his head.

Banzhuo went on a business trip abroad these days, so he missed the day when Banzhun came home.

But in Ban Zhun's view, it was his elder brother's luck that he didn't see him.

Otherwise, you will definitely be angry again.

"Grandma, don't give it away. I will remove the plaster cast in a few days. After I remove the plaster cast, I can come back to see you often."

Mrs. Zhuo worriedly told Rong Qian:

"Jasper, he's definitely still injured. I'd like to trouble you to take care of him more these days. When he recovers, he will cook for you."

Rong Qian smiled and nodded: "Good grandma, don't worry, I will take good care of Brother Zhun."

Ban Zhun pursed his lips.

It seems that the relationship between him and Rong Qian seems to have eased a bit.

After all, Rong Qian kindly carried him to the hospital when he was sick the night before yesterday, so he probably wouldn't refuse to ask him for a favor.

Ban Zhun had noticed grandma's expectant gaze a long time ago, leaned close to Rong Qian's ear, and begged calmly:

"Hold me, I'll give you 200 million."

Everyone had the same milk toast for breakfast, but Rong Qian felt that Ban Zhun, who came over, exuded a particularly sweet taste of milk.

So much so that when he only heard the first four words from Ban Zhun's mouth, he subconsciously obeyed Ban Zhun's request.

After Ban Zhun finished speaking, seeing that Rong Qian didn't seem to want to talk to him, he didn't have much hope.

The weather outside was extremely cold, and as soon as Ban Zhun waved goodbye to his grandma, the cold wind almost penetrated into his bones and began to wreak havoc.

"Hiss... Ha... Grandma, I'm going to get in the car, please don't come out... Huh?"

Ban Zhun grinned and rubbed his cold hands, but before he could take them back, his bone-chilling fingers were tightly encircled by a pair of warm palms.

He quickly and surprisedly glanced at Rong Qian.

Then, as if afraid of being discovered by grandma, his complexion immediately returned to normal, happily took Rong Qian's hand, and waved to grandma again, indicating that he is not cold at all now.

Rong Qian's expression was unnatural.

When he held it in Ban Zhun's hand, he actually regretted it a bit. He had never done such an impulsive thing.

However, after seeing the young man's brow stretched by the warmth, Rong Qian increased the strength of his hands, trying to cover the slender fingers that were like ice cubes in the palm of his hand, preferably as hot as him.

After getting into the car, Rong Qian didn't know what reason to use to explain his behavior just now.

It's not that he likes Ban Zhun, it's just that he doesn't want to watch Ban Zhun's wishful thinking come to nothing for a long time... that's all.

Just look at him poorly.

Ban Zhun naturally couldn't hear Rong Qian's slander, so he started the car while sniffing, then turned his head and smiled at Rong Qian:

"Thank you just now, I will send you the money when I get home later."

Rong Qian gave a cold "hmm".

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Although Mrs. Zhuo asked Rong Qian to take care of Ban Zhun, she still sent someone to deliver three meals a day with balanced nutrition to the two children every day.

Ban Zhun and Rong Qian lived together peacefully until the end of the month.

"Today is already the 31st."

With a fork in his mouth, Ban Zhun said to Zhen Bujia who came to deliver the meal.

Zhen Bujia was also very happy: "Brother Zhun, then we can remove the plaster this afternoon."

For normal lower limb fractures, it takes more than 6 weeks or even 8 weeks to remove the cast, but Ban Zhun's recovery ability may be too strong, or the meals prepared by Ban's family are too elaborate. In short, it is less than five weeks. Ban Zhun It is already possible to throw away the crutches and walk slowly back and forth in the room a few times.

In fact, half a week earlier, Ban Zhun’s legs had no pain. It’s just that after the nerve-sluggish experience at the magnificent gate, Ban Zhun felt a little terrified every time he thought about it, so he didn’t dare to be careless. It dragged on for four weeks before throwing down the crutches again.

At this time, when Zhen Bujia said that the plaster could be removed, Ban Zhun couldn't help but his eyes lit up.

He quickly cleaned the rice in the bowl, took out a piece of paper to wipe the corners of his mouth, turned around and walked towards the large cloakroom on tiptoe:

"I'm going to change my clothes and I'm leaving now."

Zhen Bujia looked at Rong Qian who came out of the study to eat, and smiled at him apologetically.

"Mr. Rong, Brother Zhun can remove the plaster cast today, so he is in a better mood."

Before Rong Qian could speak, Zhen Bujia continued to ask:

"Mr. Rong, what do you want for dinner?"

Rong Qian lowered his head and ate quietly, and replied casually, "Just ask him, I'll do whatever I want."

Zhen Bujia seemed to take a deep breath, and said a little embarrassingly:

"Mr. Rong, Brother Zhun... probably won't go home after removing the plaster cast."

Rong Qian paused while picking up vegetables, and looked up at Zhen Bujia: "Where are you going if you don't go home?"

Zhen Bujia smiled at him in embarrassment, "It's my guess, Mr. Rong, maybe Brother Zhun will go home and have dinner with you."

accompany?

It seemed like he was a burden.

Rong Qian picked up a piece of lettuce and put it in the bowl, said lightly, "No, I have something to do tonight, so I won't go home for dinner."

Zhen Bujia breathed a sigh of relief, "Alright Mr. Rong, if you need a driver, just call me."

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A beautiful monkey jumped out of the outpatient department of the Sixth Hospital, followed by Zhen Bujia, who was carrying a coat and complaining endlessly.

"Brother! Slow down! Are those legs not golden cudgels!"

Ban Zhun stopped, turned around and urged Zhen Bujia:

"Majestic, let's go, hurry up and follow me!"

Zhen Bujia looked blankly at his own boss who was uttering wild words: "Brother Zhun, you just happened to play around?"

Sure enough, he guessed right.

Fortunately, Mr. Rong was vaccinated in advance.

Ban Zhun punched him and scolded with a smile: "What are you thinking about? I just wanted to make a surprise attack to see how the business is going. I couldn't make it during this period of time. I have to take advantage of this time to catch the dereliction of duty employees."

He has always wanted to go to the magnificent palace to take a look. Rong Qian has just taken office. Although he has been working diligently for more than half a month, Ban Zhun always feels that the group of ghosts and snakes who have been soaked in society for many years may not be able to get to the bottom of their hearts. Convince him, so only by doing more warnings yourself can everyone pay attention to Rong Qian.

Ban Zhun knew that Rongqian hated those places, but only this kind of place was the fastest way for Rongqian to accumulate large sums of money.

Having said that, Ban Zhun understood that it was very contradictory for him to prevent Rong Qian from divorcing him on the grounds that Rong's family owed money, and to help Rong Qian secretly make money by trying every means.

But it is precisely because Ban Zhun has got a good idea of ​​Rong Qian's character and feels that no matter what time it is, he will not have the heart to hurt an old man who is running out of time, so he wants to give Rong Qian as much as possible while protecting himself. Hiding for convenience, trying to win more favors, it will be easier to save your life in the future.

As soon as Zhen Bujia delivered Ban Zhun to the magnificent gate, he was called away by the studio on the phone. Before leaving, he still made a vow to Ban Zhun:

"Brother Zhun, don't worry, I will pick you up before 03:30."

Ban Zhun waved his hand without paying much attention, and entered the gate under the guidance of the security personnel.

Ever since he set foot in the society, Ban Zhun's performance has been equated with the drinking table, and over time, he has also created an incomparable drinking capacity for ordinary people.

After this injury, the experience of not touching alcohol for more than a month has already made Ban Zhun very uncomfortable. He pulled the old acquaintances of the two high-end private rooms and began to talk about future cooperation.

But it's for glory.

After not drinking for many days, Ban Zhun's drinking capacity has dropped a bit.

When lying in the bathroom to wash my face, I couldn't help feeling a little dizzy.

The lights in the clubhouse are dim, and the luxurious atmosphere can be released to the greatest extent in this ambiguous scene.

And Ban Zhun is the only one who can't integrate here.

He can't see many things clearly.

Just like the strong man approaching him step by step in front of him.

"Mr. Xiaoban, have a drink. You drank all the respect from others just now, didn't you?"

No matter how good Ban Zhun is at drinking, there is no way that after drinking so much, he can still calmly have a sober mind.

At this time, I placed an order, but I was blocked here.

Ban Zhun, whose vision was blurred, was a little dazed for no reason.

He clasped his hands against the wall behind him, trying to calm down and think about countermeasures.

The cold wind outside the door roared bitterly, and crazily swept through the dark clouds in the midair, making it hard for people to breathe.

The gate of the clubhouse was opened from both sides by security guards, and a tall man was respectfully ushered in.

He then slowly closed the heavy door, blocking the icy winter from the hustle and bustle and extravagance.

"Chen Sijian, you can see who I am," Ban Zhun knew that he had drunk too much and could hardly understand human speech, but he still tried to bring him back to a waking consciousness, "I advise you not to be foolish." Things I regret."

"Mr. Xiaoban, why didn't I find out before, you look like..." Chen Sijian is usually a person who looks like a dog, but once he gets drunk, the obscenity in his bones will be revealed, "It's so delicious..."

Ban Zhun squinted his eyes, and it was very difficult to distinguish. He reached out and fumbled for the fire extinguisher in the corner, intending to swing it on the head of the man in front of him for self-defense.

Chen Sijian picked up the rum on the sink, grabbed Ban Zhun's shoulders, wanted to pull him into his arms, and then poured all the liquor into his mouth.

The sense of accomplishment that he was about to succeed made Chen Sijian's heartbeat speed up rapidly, and even the blood vessels in his temples jumped up.

"President Xiaoban, I will definitely make you...unforgettable for the rest of your life...uh!!!"

A big hand with sharp joints suddenly stretched out from the side, grabbed Chen Sijian's throat, straightened his slightly bent elbow quickly, and the moment he threw the fragile neck that was fettered in his hand against the wall, he tightly clenched— —

"Uh uh!!!"

Ban Zhun was already too uncomfortable to stand upright, but at this moment Chen Sijian suddenly let go, and his center of gravity suddenly became a little unstable. He staggered and hurriedly grabbed the wall, trying to get a point of strength to support himself.

He is used to being arrogant, and he always puts face above anything else, so even if he encounters an emergency involving his life, he will not lose his composure and yell.

Seeing that he was about to fall towards the handle of the fire extinguisher coming out of the branch, Ban Zhun's body was too dull due to the paralysis of the nerves by alcohol, and he couldn't control his consciousness and move from the original place at all.

Ban Zhun had resigned himself to his fate and closed his eyes, not daring to look directly at him. He silently held his breath, frowning tightly, waiting for the severe pain to come.

However, when the wall in front of him made a loud "bang", Ban Zhun found that his gradual downward movement stopped suddenly, and he was even brought by this rescue-like force, hitting the man's head with his head. on the shoulders.

"Well……"

The hard bones made Ban Zhun let out a low cry of pain, and depressedly covered his sore nose.

Ban Zhun leaned against the man's shoulder drowsily, vaguely distinguishing who was holding him.

When questioning people, the usual clear and clear voice is mixed with terrifying hostility, which makes people feel faint chills behind:

"Who are you talking to?"

The author has something to say:

Class Boss: Bai Zhi is so pitiful, he actually has to practice bearing weights in the future for an old Gong with such a figure, tsk tsk tsk, I feel sorry for him.

Mrs. Ban: In order to ensure my absolute status, my wife went to fight for wine without telling me. He loves me so much.

[Hee hee hee, the 2-word update, it’s not that I’m stuck with the word count, it’s just that I need to write too much these days haha, I’ll try my best to sort out the word count in a few days to make them neater, hee hee hee, thank you Babies like and support ducks, please leave a lot of comments, except for the comments swallowed by Jinjiang, I will show my aunt smiling when I read each one, bowing and bowing~~~ Babies, the update on the [-]nd may be a little later, because I want to be on the clip, woo woo woo, I will update a little more then!Good night everyone sweet dreams muamuamua! 】