The Sand Sculpture Actor Awakens

Chen Sijian is usually the president of a listed company anyway, and he can be regarded as a person who can be talked about in the huge Jinghai City, and he cooperates with Ban's occasionally.

He never imagined that he would be threatened with his life in this way on the Ban family's territory.

At a loss, Chen Sijian tried his best to raise his hands and grabbed Rong Qian's wrist, panting with difficulty, still insisting on his own face:

"Who... are you? Let me go!"

Rong Qian's complexion did not change, his cold eyes were still staring at Chen Sijian's muddy eyes soaked by the smell of wine, and the strength in his hands increased slightly:

"I ask you, who are you talking to?"

The most unbearable thing for a man is the disillusionment and provocation of his dignity. Hearing Rong Qian question him like this, Chen Sijian regained his courage:

"I'm talking to... Mr. Ben, it's none of your business?"

The displeasure in Rong Qian's eyes was even worse, he clenched his knuckles, directly making it difficult for Chen Sijian to make a sound.

"Ban Zhun..."

Chen Sijian understood that the boy in front of him was so cruel to him because of Ban Zhun, so he asked Ban Zhun directly for help.

Ban Zhun was in a daze and couldn't hear Chen Sijian's call for help, so he just frowned and stared intently at Rong Qian beside him.

What is he doing with his hands outstretched.

Ban Zhun looked along Rong Qian's arm——

Seeing the pale-faced Chen Sijian, Ban Zhun gasped.

"Don't kill!"

He couldn't tell the difference between reality and fantasy, he could barely see Rong Qian clutching Chen Sijian's neck, and hurriedly persuaded Rong Qian, "If you kill him, you won't be able to pass the civil servant exam."

Rong Qian: "???"

Chen Sijian: "??"

Rong Qian was startled by Ban Zhun's sudden hug around his waist, and immediately held his breath.

Even the movements of his hands unconsciously relaxed a little.

Chen Sijian struggled to get fresh air, squatted down in pain and coughed.

Rong Qian still looked into Ban Zhun's eyes in surprise, "Ban Zhun, you..."

However, Rong Qian didn't feel at ease until he met those drunken and moist eyes.

Still drunk... no wonder.

But Rong Qian really didn't want to do anything to Chen Sijian.

This kind of rubbish would make him feel dirty even if he touched it too much. Only by letting him lose the help of his family and stay alone in the police station for half a month can he wipe away all the pride of this kind of dude.

But even though he thought so in his heart, Rong Qian still leaned over and pulled Chen Sijian up from the ground, choked his neck again and fell on the uneven wall behind him because of the gorgeous decorations.

"Uh!!"

Judo is best at oppressing the opponent's jugular vein, head artery and trachea, making it difficult for the opponent to breathe, so as to achieve the goal of victory.

But Rong Qian is also the best at taking advantage of this advantage.

It is painful, but not fatal, and even on the premise of not hurting the body at all, it makes people feel the greatest fear when they are awake.

"Are you awake?"

Rong Qian tightened his arms around Ban Zhun, and looked at Chen Sijian coldly with a chilling gaze.

Chen Sijian gritted his teeth and refused to say anything.

The security guards and staff all hid in the dark and watched secretly, sweating for Chen Sijian in their hearts, but none of them dared to say anything, let alone step forward to stop him.

God knows why this new ancestor suddenly ignited such a monstrous anger. After all, these situations of teasing and teasing each other are not unusual in a place like theirs.

Although Boss Xiaoban has always had a bad temper, but Boss Chen is Ban's partner after all, so no matter how angry he is, he won't turn against him.

Apparently Chen Sijian thought the same way, so he was reluctant to completely put aside his face.

"I ask you, now,"

Rong Qian tightened his strength and narrowed his eyes, "Are you awake?"

"Qing... wake up, wake up!"

Chen Sijian couldn't bear it any longer, he could only admit his weakness obediently, and begged Rong Qian to let him go quickly.

"whee."

Ban Zhun's forehead was a little itchy, so he rubbed his head against Rong Qian's neck by the way, a few locks of his soft black hair stood up quietly due to static electricity, and some even stuck to Rong Qian's ears, poking It tickled him.

Rong Qian couldn't help but pursed his lips, with helplessness on his face that he didn't realize:

"...Ban Zhun."

Rong Qian didn't want to get entangled with him anymore, he just wanted to get Ban Zhun home and lie down quickly, so that people can sober up early, and stop laughing at everyone so stupidly, so he quickly withdrew his hand and looked at Chen Sijian because In fear of suffocation, he clutched his neck and passed out on the ground, unconscious.

He looked down at Ban Zhun whose eye sockets were on his shoulders, and with a little force on his arms, he gently encircled the young man's thin waist.

There is really no way to take this person.

In any case, the two of them are now a community of destiny, and they are all hurt. To prevent Ban Zhun from being harmed, they are also protecting himself.

Rong Qian thought so.

However, this reason made Rong Qian feel a little awkward in his heart, a feeling of inexplicable contradiction.

"Mr. Ban, Mr. Rong, do you need any help?"

The clever security guards have been following him since he sneaked into the gate of the clubhouse. After seeing the smoke and metal dissipating, they hurriedly trot out from the corner.

Rong Qian has a strong sense of territory, when he sees someone appearing suddenly, he suddenly raises his guard and hugs the person in his arms tightly.

Seeing that it was the security guard of the clubhouse, he said coldly:

"Take out the trash."

After finishing speaking, he turned sideways to give up the view behind him, and took Ban Zhun to walk towards the exit.

The security guard bowed sharply, said "yes", and then turned around to greet the passing cleaning, asking him to come over and help, and drag the people on the ground out.

When she saw the pile of things on the ground, the cleaner thought that the so-called "garbage" in Rong Qian's mouth was because Ban Zhun had drunk too much and vomited here, but when she took a closer look, she found that the regular customer Mr. Chen was lying on the ground.

"This...Xiao Qin..." Baojie looked at Anbao in embarrassment.

Security didn't know what to do with the pile of rubbish, so he could only go to see Rong Qian again.

Rong Qian glanced at the shattered rum bottles on the ground, and the row of fire extinguishers that Chen Sijian kicked while struggling:

"Deliberately damage other people's property and endanger public safety, send it to the bureau."

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Zhen Bujia had just come back from the studio to solve the matter. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the security guard dragging a man who passed out to the outside, and happened to run into him head-on.

"Xiao Qin, what's the matter? Did the guest faint?"

However, when he lowered his head, he suddenly realized that it was Chen Sijian.

Adhering to the good cooperative relationship between the two companies, Zhen Bujia hurriedly leaned down and helped Chen Sijian sit on the ground, and asked Xiao Qin with his arm, looking up:

"How can you treat Mr. Chen like this? I think you really don't plan to do a good job here..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Qin interrupted Zhen Bujia with a murmur:

"Brother Zhen, he touched the principal of the small class, and was caught by Mr. Rong, and he was knocked unconscious..."

Zhen Bujia let go of the arm supporting Chen Sijian in an instant, and punched Chen Sijian in the face with the other hand, who was about to open his eyes just now: "Fuck you, you are so fucking dead?"

Chen Sijian's glasses flew out immediately, and the shattered lenses and temples splashed everywhere.

"Well……"

Before Chen Sijian could see who was hitting him, he received another punch on the chin, and he immediately shrank into a ball in pain.

Zhen Bujia seemed puzzled after beating, stood up and pulled the tie around his neck, and asked Xiao Qin:

"Where are you going to take him now?"

Xiao Qin pointed to the mobile phone in his palm, "Mr. Rong told the police station."

Rong Qian's order cannot be disobeyed, but it does not prevent Zhen Bujia from doing something in the middle.

Zhen Bujia lifted his suit trousers, raised his chin towards the room in the dark corner at the end of the corridor, and motioned to Xiao Qin: "Wash him up, let him go there."

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When he was still in the hospital, Rong Qian heard Zhen Bujia's voice from Ban Zhunwai again.

In this clubhouse, there is a special private room for Ban Zhun to rest.

Zhang Lang, the manager of the clubhouse, trotted over in a timely and courteous manner, and said dog-leggedly to Rong Qian, "Mr. Rong, this way, the small class's lounge is here."

"Ah."

Rong Qian thought it was troublesome to support Ban Zhun's waist with one hand, so he straightened his body, bent down slightly, and directly hugged the sleeping Ban Zhun in his arms, and followed Zhang Lang slowly, trying to keep him People lie down more comfortably.

After stepping into the room where he was always curious, Rong Qian couldn't help but take a second look, and finally felt bored again.

This is where Ban Zhun usually messes around?

The environment of the private room is not as obscene as imagined, the lighting is as bright as the living room at home, and there is no room for shadows in one corner.

It's ridiculously bright.

Rong Qian stretched out his clenched fist because he didn't want to touch other parts of Ban Zhun's body, and carefully covered Ban Zhun's eyes to prevent him from being stabbed by the strong light.

Looking at Rong Qian's actions, Zhang Lang was a little puzzled.

But even if he gambled on all his 18 years of experience in the industry, Zhang Lang really couldn't figure out the relationship between the two.

These two people looked more domineering than the other, even if he was killed, he would not believe that there could be adultery between them.

Zhang Lang didn't even dare to think about letting this hostile young man kiss Xiao Ban.

It's fine if you don't fight, and kiss?

Laugh to death.

"Where's the bed?"

Rong Qian's voice was not disturbing, and Zhang Lang's back felt cold when he heard it, and he hurriedly looked into his eyes, hoping that he would not feel unhappy because of his dullness.

Zhang Lang hurriedly smiled: "Mr. Rong, this way please, this way please."

Rong Qian originally thought that the decoration of the bedroom was similar to that of the karaoke room, but as soon as he stepped into the room, his face immediately sank.

Constant temperature water bed?Wall full of toys?

Small umbrellas full of bookcases?

There are enough patterns.

As if angry, Rong Qian directly threw Ban Zhun into the big bed, and the action of covering the quilt was almost rude.

But Rong Qian naturally has a sense of proportion, the water bed will not make people uncomfortable, but will... like now...

Ban Zhun turned over comfortably, hugged the other pillow with slightly flushed cheeks and rubbed gently, "&*%&%*, you are so soft..."

Rong Qian sneered, Zhang Lang was so scared that he almost peed on the spot.

"How much did Mr. Ban drink?"

Rong Qian re-covered Ban Zhun with the quilt that was kicking around, straightened his body and turned his head to glance at Zhang Lang.

"Should, no..." Zhang Lang felt guilty, "I didn't drink much."

"He is ignorant, and you are also ignorant? I don't know if his injury is just right?"

Every time Rong Qian said a word, Zhang Lang felt extremely depressed and frightened.

I used to think that Xiao Ban always has a violent personality, but now I look at it, the level of terror that Mr. Rong gives people is not at the same level as Xiao Ban.

How much he wished that Mr. Ban would wake up immediately, and then scold him by pulling his collar, so that his heart would not hang here and he would feel uncomfortable and panic.

I'd rather be beaten up by the boss than let Mr. Rong give him such a cold look.

Ban Zhun was still smirking and hugging the pillow tightly to express his heartfelt feelings, completely unaware that Rong Qian, who was standing aside, turned the atmosphere of the whole bedroom into a sub-zero temperature by himself.

Rong Qian narrowed his eyes slightly, and said to Zhang Lang, "Go out."

Zhang Lang was stunned.

Could it be that this kid is... going to...

Rong Qian turned around, "Wait for me to invite you?"

"No no no, no no no!"

Zhang Lang was really afraid of this little Hades, thinking that people who can make Zhen Bujia respectful, they must not be offended.

Therefore, Zhang Lang honestly closed the door for Rong Qian, and finally committed an occupational disease. After looking Rong Qian up and down, he smiled wretchedly and complimented:

"Mr. Rong, the ones on the third floor of the cabinet are all 55 cents, so don't worry about using them."

Rong Qian's expression was a little unnatural, he frowned and said, "Close the door."

In fact, his original intention was far from being so complicated, and it can even be said that he didn't think about it at all.

But once someone came out grandly, the scene really became so embarrassing.

Silence returned in the bedroom.

Standing by the bed, Rong Qian looked down at the sleepy young man, his gaze resting on his thick eyelashes, with a dazed expression.

Ban Zhun has always been dishonest when sleeping, and today he just removed the plaster cast that would more or less affect his sleep quality, so he is more like a monkey turned upside down at this time, lying on the bed dishonestly, Stretching his limbs wantonly with his hands and feet, the water in the bed made a collision sound, just like...

Suddenly, his legs stretched out from the bed and kicked on Rong Qian's——

"..."

Rong Qian hurriedly took a few steps back while clutching his dick, and then looked at Ban Zhun's face in disbelief.

Repay kindness with hatred, repay kindness with resentment, farmer and snake, he and Ban Zhun.

After kicking this kick, Ban Zhun seemed to have a feeling, opened his eyes in a daze, and looked at Rong Qian who still hadn't recovered from his senses.

Seeing that he was about to wake up, Rong Qian immediately turned to look at the paintings on the wall as if he didn't care.

However, when his eyes fell on it, his face turned green again.

The scale of these paintings...

The painter...should be quite a judge, it looks very punishing.

"Eh?"

Ban Zhun's voice sounded behind him.

It was only then that Rong Qian looked back in time as if he had just discovered that he had woken up.

Nothing can be seen on the expression, but the heart is jumping wildly because of the paintings just seen.

Compared with those paintings, Ban Zhun lying under the quilt is even more blood-soaking.

Rong Qian didn't know why he had such thoughts, he could only clench his fists hard when he was ashamed that he had such emotions, trying to expel the incorrect thoughts in his mind with pain.

Ban Zhun was not used to the plaster cast just now, and always felt that his left leg was much lighter than his right leg, so he touched his empty left leg in confusion, and sat up with his elbows propped up.

Unexpectedly, he met Rong Qian's eyes directly.

Ban Zhun, who was drunk, seemed less afraid of Rong Qian, and even talked a lot more.

"Look, my leg is healed," Ban Zhun said to Rong Qian, pointing drunkenly at his left leg from which the cast had been removed, "but I've been jumping on one leg for a long time, and I'm still not used to it."

When it comes to jumping on one leg, Ban Zhun, who loves to show off himself, jumped out of bed so fast that even Rong Qian didn't realize it.

"Look," Ban Zhun triumphantly arched his left leg, stood on the ground with only his right leg, and then hopped forward like a runaway kangaroo, "My jumping ability is very good, you see——"

After drinking, people's ability to control muscles is greatly reduced, and Ban Zhun, who has been drinking for a long time, is no exception.

With a heavy jump, his right leg suddenly lost his balance, and he was about to fall to the ground.

Rong Qian originally followed Ban Zhun calmly after he got out of bed. At this time, he quickly grabbed Ban Zhun's collar by the nape of his neck so that no one could lie on the ground.

"Oh mo oh mo, it seems that I'm really not used to it."

Ban Zhun laughed, feeling drunk, and turned to look at Rong Qian, "I'm not used to it, what should I do?"

Rong Qian didn't have time to indulge in the young man's beautiful smile, although he was stunned when he first saw it, but he just wanted to put him on the bed and rest.

So he coaxed in a gentle voice, "You will get used to it slowly."

As he spoke, he half pulled and half hugged Ban Zhun onto the bed, and leaned over to cover him with a quilt.

Ban Zhun's eyes were shining, he lazily raised his hand to cover his eyes, and said with a smile:

"Why did you become so gentle in your dream? If it wasn't for the stretcher in the ambulance last time, I thought it was you who carried me downstairs, and the quilt. I dreamed that you gave your quilt to me. I……"

Rong Qian frowned.

Where did the ambulance stretcher come from.

Ban Zhun couldn't understand the expression on his face, and said to himself:

"Are you so gentle with the protagonist Shou?"

Rong Qian didn't quite understand what Ban Zhun said, but he didn't have time to worry about it. Ban Zhun must be talking drunk.

After all, when the car accident happened, the doctor also said that his brain was injured, and it is reasonable for this to happen in the short term.

If this is still the case after more than three months, then you need to go back to the hospital for a comprehensive physical examination again.

Besides, anything can happen when you're drunk.

"It's uncomfortable here, I want to go home and sleep."

Ban Zhun rubbed his eyes uncomfortably, and patted the water bed under him, extremely dissatisfied.

Rong Qian also had this intention.

This kind of place really bored him very much.

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When opening the door, the arc of Rong Qian's lips slightly raised.

Originally, according to what Zhen Bujia said, Ban Zhun would not go home tonight.

It turned out not to come back with him.

Rong subconsciously didn't realize that his emotions were elation, he only felt that the fallen leaves should return to their roots, and Ban Zhun should go home.

"I'm going to get some warm water to wipe your face."

Rong Qian helped him take off his heavy coat, and when he pulled down the right sleeve, he couldn't help being more careful.

The plaster cast on Ban Zhun's leg was removed, but the cast on his hand was still there.

After the doctor's examination, it was found that there was a tear during the recovery period, so the plaster cast on the hand could not be removed for a while.

Rong Qian also thought of this matter, looking at the splint in the young man's hand, and remembering how much wine he drank today, he couldn't help feeling a little angry.

I don't know how to take good care of my own body, but let others worry about it...

Worry?

He didn't.

Rong Qian wrung out the towel and walked out of the bathroom with the basin in hand.

I saw the person who was supposed to be slumped on the sofa, but now he was half leaning on the pillow, sitting cross-legged on the carpet.

The living room was lit with warm yellow lights, which made Ban Zhun, who was wearing a milky white sweater, softer.

After tossing and tossing and returning home, his eyes were not as loose as before, he just lazily lowered his head and played with the Ultraman Rubik's Cube in his hand, and he didn't know what he was muttering.

After getting closer, I could vaguely hear a little bit: "A new storm has appeared, how can it stop..."

Rong Qian: "..."

Once a person is drunk, he tends to lie on his back. As soon as he had a point to lean on his back, Ban Zhun seized the opportunity, leaned softly on it, and held the Rubik's Cube right above his face and started fiddling with it. The movement of the hands was also unsteady, shaking it from time to time, and it seemed that the next second it would drop the hand and hit the face.

Seeing Rong Qian was a little startled.

But the way he was drunk... no, not only the way he was drunk.

The whole person is always as busy and hasty as an animal that makes it difficult for Rong Qian to name it for a while.

When he was 14 years old, he went on a business trip with his parents to Alaska. Taking advantage of the absence of adult supervision, he rented a car and went to the south coast of Alaska in the North Pacific Ocean to play. When he saw chubby animals floating on the sea.

What is that little thing called?

Yes, sea otters.

He is cute and cute, and has a busy personality, never idle time.

Either holding a girl, holding a stone, holding a shell, or even holding a sea urchin that has opened or not opened, and then unsuspectingly sticking out its round belly, floating face-up on the water.

It's just that Ban Zhun's belly has evenly undulating thin abdominal muscles, and what he's holding is also...

Rong Qian frowned and didn't want to think about it, but there were still images in his mind...Niu Niu who was splitting arms everywhere, Wen Wen who was in pink shorts, Didi who jumped at everyone, and Bai Zhi who broke into houses.

He couldn't help getting annoyed again, wanting to stare at the instigator who was lying on the ground unaware of his anger, but was once again attracted by the smile on the corner of the young man's mouth.

Ban Zhun likes to put the things in his hand on his belly, and then looks up at the sky with his arms on his pillow, like a sea otter without dreams.

Rong Qian was recalling the cute appearance of the little sea otter hitting sea urchins with stones placed on his belly to eat, when he caught a glimpse of Ban Zhun who was still drunk and sighed boredly out of the corner of his eye.

Then he placed the Rubik's Cube on the flat chest and abdomen naturally, then lay down on the carpet, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Rong Qian: "..."

After dutifully wiping his face, Rong Qian moved Ban Zhun back to the second bedroom, and just as he covered him with a quilt, the phone in Ban Zhun's pocket vibrated.

Rong Qian took it out and glanced at the caller.

It's banjo.

Just as Rong Qian wanted to pick it up and tell him that Ban Zhun was asleep, Ban Zhuo hung up the phone suddenly, and Rong Qian answered it lonely.

He put his mobile phone beside Ban Zhun's pillow, turned and walked out.

Ban Zhun was half asleep and half awake when he vaguely heard the sound of the phone vibrating.

As soon as Rong Qian went out, he woke up with his eyes blindfolded, touched his phone and checked six missed calls and WeChat messages.

["Big Brother" patted me and called "Good Dad"[/change another]]

Ban Zhun gasped.

God damn super super senior.

The author has something to say:

Ban Boss: I kicked him XX, did I ruin Bai Zhi's happy life in the future, I was really tortured.I forgot to change it after taking a picture, can you forgive me, brother?

Mrs. Ban: My wife told me through drunkenness that he wants to go home. Home is our common home. He really loves me.

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