The Sand Sculpture Actor Awakens

Looking at the big bright golden bracelet, even the president of Banshi Group, who has experienced a lot of wind and waves, can hardly regain his senses for a long time, let alone the startled servants in the room.

After a while, Banzhuo finally blinked hesitantly, and politely picked up... the object weighing at least five hundred grams from the box.

Under Ban Zhun's eager anticipation, while arranging the meticulous suit on his body with one hand, Ban Zhuo turned to Ms. Zhuo Meimei, gestured the big gold bracelet to his wrist, and asked:

"Mom, is it okay?"

Seeing that Banzhuo didn't seem to be very repulsed by the gift he gave, Banzhun walked up to Ms. Zhuo Meimei with his schoolbag in his arms like a puppy having fun, and waited for her answer with a smile on his face.

As we all know, Zhuo Meimei's love for Ban Zhun is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Therefore, even when seeing the golden object held in the hands of his eldest son, when his handsome brows showed a rare blankness, Zhuo Meimei did not move in the slightest.

In the expectant eyes of her younger son, she decisively chose to violate her conscience, and said kindly to Banjo:

"Yes, why not, Xiao Zhuo, put it on and show your parents."

Banjo: "..."

If it weren't for the slightly pious expression on Ban Zhun's face, Ban Zhuo would almost have thought that his little bastard was playing a trick on him.

However, with the heavy feeling in his hands, it can be seen that Ban Zhun has spent a lot of money. If he doesn't exercise much on weekdays, he probably won't be able to lift it all at once.

This thing is as heavy as the diamond cut used by the Taishang Laojun to stun Monkey King.

Seemingly seeing what Banzhuo was thinking, Banzhun explained to him the meaning of the gift he gave him with a smile:

"Brother, the net weight is 888 grams, which symbolizes Fafafa. I wish my brother's business will be better and better, and I also wish my brother a prosperous fortune and a prosperous career."

Banzhuo was holding the gold bracelet, and his face was slammed by the blessing that his younger brother would not allow him to refuse.

He forced a decent smile from the corner of his mouth: "...Thank you, Zhun."

After finishing speaking, he took a deep breath, and put the collar, no, the bracelet on his wrist in full view of everyone.

At the end, he gave a slight shake to his parents, indicating that he and Ban Zhun were respectful and peaceful.

It is estimated that Ms. Zhuo Meimei was in the atmosphere group in the early years. Seeing this scene, she directly took the lead and applauded with a smile:

"Come on, family members, in order to celebrate Xiao Zhuo getting such a big gift, except for the fact that his leg injury is just right, we will not go home tonight without getting drunk!"

Ban Jiang: "..."

Banjo: "..."

Ban Zhun: "(*^▽^*)"

To say that Ban Zhun likes to drink is entirely because Zhuo Meimei's long-standing unrestrained educational philosophy has released all the social bullying symptoms of his youngest son for several lifetimes.

"Is it really okay? Dad..."

Before the word "Mom" came out of his mouth, Ban Zhun met Ban Jiang's threatening sight of "If you dare to tease your mother, I'll throw you into the trash can", shut his mouth hastily, and turned away Advise his mother.

"Mom, there's nothing good about wine. I think it's better to eat dumplings."

Ban Zhun had seen Ms. Zhuo Meimei drunk, so he didn't want to see his father chasing drunk Zhuo Meimei with a pale face and trying to persuade him.

That scene can almost be described as "tragic".

Ban Zhun has never seen a wealthy wife like Zhuo Meimei who loves to drink so much. This may be the result of the Zhuo family raising all the children as boys since childhood, which made Ms. Zhuo Meimei's character very active, playful, and mischievous. Tricky boys are no different.

Hearing that Ban Zhun, who was supposed to be the most supportive of her, also retreated, Zhuo Meimei was surprised with a bit of unbelievable disappointment:

"Sure, do you hate your mother? Why don't you let your mother do what she likes?"

Ban Zhun couldn't argue, he could only put his arms around Zhuo Meimei's shoulders, and said with a smile:

"Mom, you clearly know that I also like to drink, but you still want to keep everyone except me from getting drunk, so I'm going to say that you hate me, Mom."

"Hey, you little bastard." Zhuo Meimei pinched Ban Zhun's cheek, picked up the rolling pin as if to beat him.

Banzhuo's eyes stayed on the dimples on the corners of Banzhun's lips, and it took him a long time to realize that he had been staring at him for a long time, so he looked away without a trace, looked down at the gold bracelet on his wrist, and laughed unconsciously .

What a little monster.

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Ban Zhun still wanted to go home and figure out more ways to benefit his elder brother invisibly, so he had lunch at home and finished telling his grandmother "The Secret of the Male Star Who Is a Domineering Vice President and His Sweet Little Wife Jasper." "Love Diary", after successfully coaxing grandma to sleep, she drove away from Ban's old house under Zhuo Meimei's reluctant eyes.

As soon as the car drove on the expressway around the city, Ban Zhun received a call from Hu Peng.

He tapped the Bluetooth headset in his right ear, and after connecting it, he smiled and said, "Hey, are you willing to call me?"

"Ah Zhun, my brothers are back," Hu Peng's loud voice came through the receiver, causing Ban Zhun to subconsciously unplug the bluetooth headset and hold it away from his ears, "Let's go, Ah Zhun, Come out and play."

The Chinese New Year is approaching these few days, and Ban Zhun's current vice president of the group doesn't have much to deal with.

The reason for drinking at Fulitanghuang yesterday was because of Rongqian's business, but today the person who invited him was Hu Penggouyou, so Ban Zhun subconsciously felt very close, and when he was invited, he agreed:

"Success, I'll rush over now, you guys have a drink and wait for me."

Worrying and struggling all day for the cause of saving his life, Ban Zhun felt that he was really tired and really needed to talk to his best friend.

Although he couldn't tell the truth, at least he could have someone to drink with him to relieve his tedious emotions.

He has a strong ability to tolerate pain, so he has never worried about the poor recovery of the wound, or even the problem of redness and swelling. He is happy from the bottom of his heart when he thinks that he can do what he likes.

Ban Zhun didn't know how much he drank, but when he felt top-heavy, he didn't have to think about the things that constrained him, which made him feel a sense of relief in taking a break from his busy schedule.

Both Hu Peng and Gou You drank alcohol, so they couldn't drive like Ban Zhun.

But when Hu Peng came, he was already ready, and he brought the driver directly.

Specially responsible for sending friends who are too drunk to go home.

When he stumbled and was helped out of the elevator, Ban Zhun still had a trace of clear consciousness.

He vaguely remembered that Rong Qian didn't want outsiders to know their relationship, so when preparing to unlock his face, Ban Zhun directly leaned his back on the door panel behind him, and said to the driver who brought him up intently:

"You... go first, I can do it myself."

Hu Peng is a good-looking dog, and he can't bear the ugly people around him, so even the driver hired by the family is very handsome, always well-dressed, and his body is often filled with the smell of Hu Peng's usual perfume. , Even if he was helping the drunk, he still kept a decent smile on his face.

Seeing that Ban Zhun didn't need his help, the driver shook his head worriedly: "Mr. Ban, Brother Peng specifically told me to help you into the bedroom."

Ban Zhun was dizzy from drinking, and his temples started to ache.

With a low hiss, he swayed and fell to the ground.

The young driver quickly supported Ban Zhun's arm, "Mr. Ban, be careful."

As soon as the voice fell, the heavy entrance door was opened from the inside. The driver was so frightened that he hurriedly wanted to hold the young man who was almost unconscious in his arms, but the person inside grabbed Ban Zhun by the shoulders. To drag people into the house lightly and deftly.

However, the actions that should have been straightforward and neat were hindered——

Ban Zhun's hand was actually tightly clutching the driver's little finger, and he even seemed to want to hold the ring finger and middle finger tightly.

Rong Qian narrowed his eyes, his eyes fell on the part where the two met, and he said in a deep voice, "Release."

Although the driver had seen many little boys around Hu Peng, it was the first time for him to escort Ban Zhun.

He could say responsibly that even if the faces of the dozens of little boys he had picked up were superimposed and placed in front of Ban Zhun, it would still not be enough to look at at all.

So after hearing Rong Qian's commanding words, the driver was a little unconvinced.

After all, he has seen a few ducklings around Ban Zhun before, and the one in front of him today just arrived at Ban Zhun's house early and dared to boss him around, which is really funny enough.

Rong Qian has never been a person who is willing to talk too much nonsense. Seeing that the driver was indifferent to his words, he endured his impatience and warned again:

"let go."

The driver's expression became a little embarrassed, and seemed a little shy:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ban's grip is too tight, I can't even pull it apart."

Rong Qian: "???" There was a strong smell of tea.

He stretched out his hand to hold Ban Zhun's cold wrist, and warned one last time: "If you want to leave here standing up today, let go immediately."

The driver finally noticed the dark gaze of the tall boy, and was so frightened that his back shivered, his tiger's body trembled, and his dick tightened. He hurriedly pulled his fingers, not daring to hurt Ban Zhun at all.

In the end, before Rong Qian gave him an order to evict him, he got into the elevator and escaped.

Ban Zhun, who was left behind, didn't notice anything, except for a low snort of dissatisfaction when his hands were empty, he didn't respond.

And as for the reason why he was only dissatisfied for a moment... Rong Qian looked down at the index finger and middle finger he had voluntarily stuffed into Ban Zhun's hand, and pursed his lips in a complicated mood.

It's just a drunk, all actions can't be taken seriously.

After all, Ban Zhun was an adult man over 1.8 meters tall. When he drank unconsciously, he didn't even have the consciousness to lift his legs and move his feet. It was much worse than fainting when he was sick.

But this weight is still easy for Rong Qian.

When he put the man down on the sofa, Ban Zhun turned over in a blink of an eye and fell to the ground, knocking his forehead with a "bang", but he still slept soundly.

Rong Qian didn't know whether to wipe his face first or bring him back to the bedroom first, frowning in thought, Ban Zhun opened his eyes in a daze:

"Xiao Rong, if you want to do business, ahem..."

Ban Zhun was lying on the sofa, his muffled voice, coupled with the nasal sound that might be caused by catching a cold, actually carried a bit of temptation to fall.

Rong Qian lowered his eyes and listened, waiting for him to finish speaking.

Ban Zhun curled up his legs slowly, and said to Rong Qian as if preaching: "...you have to drink with others."

He was so drunk that he didn't care who was around him, so he stretched out his hand to lift the clothes behind him, and scratched his waist. Snow white exposed to the air.

Rong Qian swallowed unconsciously.

"Um...uh..."

Ban Zhun frowned a little, looking very uncomfortable.

Rong Qian pushed his shoulder and asked tentatively, "Ban Zhun, shall I take you back to your room?"

When Ban Zhun heard Rong Qian calling him by his name, it was probably because he was drunk, and he became more courageous when facing Rong Qian.

He forced his sleepiness to open his eyes again, stretched his neck and looked at Rong Qian, and patted his butt like a lesson:

"Hey, big or small, who are you calling Ban Zhun? Brother Zhun. Brother Ban is fine too, don't... don't call me by my name, it's rude."

After finishing speaking, he touched his Rubik's Cube and the remote control at hand, and stuffed it into his coat like a baby. When he took it out, a lump protruded directly between his chest and abdomen, obviously he put something on his stomach again.

Rong Qian ignored the surprise that he dared to beat himself, lowered the curve of his lips, leaned over and carefully raised the person who was paralyzed on the sofa, and prepared to help him into his own bedroom.

Suddenly, Rong Qian smelled a faint fragrance.

It seemed to come from Ban Zhun's neck.

It was different from the perfume smell from the man I just met at the door.

Rong Qian frowned, feeling that the smell was not simple, so he subconsciously leaned over to smell it.

...Vulgar and vulgar fans.

Although it is different from the ones on the folding boys, it is also very similar, and it seems that they have gone to the same place.

If Fulitang's business is really not clean, then he doesn't mind exposing himself to the police, as long as he can catch those lawless ducklings and teach them a lesson, it will be better than anything else.

"Dear... again, pour half a glass."

Ban Zhun's hand was clenched into a fist, and it hit Rong Qian's chin who was leaning over to cover him with the quilt.

After waiting for a long time and seeing no response from anyone, he muttered "Forget it", then turned around and continued to sleep.

Heh, sweetheart and sweetheart.

Rong Qian didn't know why Ban Zhun lost his beautiful little boy, as if he couldn't even survive.

Obviously his body hasn't recovered yet, so he started to toss with all his energy, and he didn't know when he could set a limit, let him recognize his true physical condition, and know that he was not suitable for singing every night and indulging in sex.

Thinking of this, Rong Qian suddenly felt a little bored.

He directly took away the warm towel that had wiped most of Ban Zhun's face, went back to the bedroom and fell asleep.

Let the sweetheart wipe it for him.

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Drinking last night was not very uncomfortable, it was a little more comfortable than drinking on a purposeful wine table.

So after getting up, Ban Zhun put a bag on his right hand, and went to the bathroom to take a comfortable hot bath.

When he put on his bathrobe and came out of the bathroom, Ban Zhun just saw Rong Qian coming out of the bedroom.

This scene is inexplicably familiar.

Only then did Ban Zhun remember that it was the same way yesterday morning.

Then last night... Rong Qian also took care of him?

No, it was Hu Peng's driver who brought him back, so it should have nothing to do with Rong Qian.

Ban Zhun was very familiar with Rong Qian's behavior of not even looking at him, so he didn't care much about wiping his hair that was still dripping with a bath towel, and coughed twice with an itchy throat.

Seeing Rong Qian standing neatly at the entrance door, raising his hand to open the door, Ban Zhun couldn't help asking curiously:

"Are you going downstairs?"

Otherwise, why not go out to the corridor to see the scenery?

Rong Qian expressed that he did not want to respond to Ban Zhun's nonsense literature.

But by coincidence, before he opened the door, he let out a low "hmm".

Immediately, as if he felt that he had no backbone, he actually answered Ban Zhun's question, and closed the door forcefully, leaving the bewildered Ban Zhun at home alone.

Ban Zhun really didn't know how he offended this ancestor again.

He stopped what he was doing, racked his brains and couldn't remember it, so he simply stopped thinking about it and took out his mobile phone to check his upcoming itinerary.

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Rong Qian went out partly because he was angry with Ban Zhun, although he didn't know where the anger came from, but for no reason, he just didn't want to stay in places where Ban Zhun was haunted.

And the other part is because of personal matters.

He needs to take his uncle's blood-thirsty brat to the hospital for continuous infusion for three days.

In fact, after Rong's family had an accident, Rong Qian's uncle, Nian Anton, immediately began to prepare funds for his sister's family.

However, for some reason, the market value of his company evaporated by [-] to [-] million yuan overnight. This devastating change made Nian Anton no longer have time to take care of his sister's affairs, so he could barely maintain his company. Go down and avoid being affected by the market trend.

Rong Qian always repays his kindness, he can see his uncle's hard work when his family is in crisis, so during the time when his parents are abroad, Rong Qian often contacts Nian An Dong, one is for the emotional exchange between relatives , and the other is to accumulate funds, in order to accumulate enough liquid [-] million as soon as possible, and then return all of them to Ban Zhun to regain freedom.

Thinking of this, Rong Qian's eyes suddenly dimmed.

During this period of time, because of the other side that Ban Zhun showed him that was unknown to everyone, Rong Qian realized that he was a little shaken.

So much so that to... such a person...

"Brother, do you have someone you like?"

Anton's son is less than ten years old, but he speaks very maturely and prudently, vaguely like Rong Qian when he was a child, but there is still a child's immaturity in his words.

Rong Qian's mind immediately appeared the thin back that was deeply imprinted in his memory.

...and the posture of the young man lying on the sofa last night.

The waist is just deep and shallow, the long legs that can hardly be accommodated by the sofa when straightened, and the pair of black eyes that seem to be soaked in water.

Rong Qian was silent for a while, then shook his head, "No."

Nian Doudou smiled at him while pressing the back of the hand where the needle was pulled out: "Brother, you are lying."

Rong Qian pinched his face and said with a smile: "If you talk nonsense again, you will write two more sets of papers when you go back today."

Nian Doudou immediately shut up.

But immediately he went over to gossip without giving up: "Brother, you ran to my house for two days, did you run away from home because you had a fight with someone you like?"

Rong Qian coughed at what he said, and pointed at Nian Doudou: "You have finished writing these two sets of papers, and you haven't even grown your teeth yet, so you're still analyzing my feelings?"

"Brother, I was wrong, I will never say that you have quarreled with the person you like~"

Which pot does Nian Doudou not open and which pot to lift, looking at the gradually darkening sky outside the window, he smiled and said to Rong Qian:

"Brother, today is my last day of injections, what reason do you still have to come to my house tonight?"

Rong Qian: "..."

Seems like it's time to go home.

But he was not because of the pervert at home, but because of...

He hasn't read and studied for several days.

Rong Qian found a perfect reason for himself, planning to send Nian Doudou home before returning to his own home.

However, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure.

Rong Qian stopped in his tracks, turned his head and looked over there, his eyes startled.

It's Ban Zhun.

Why did he go to the hospital again?

People who are sick have always been easily loved by others.

What's more, Ban Zhun has such a face.

Rong Qian conveniently stuffed Nian Doudou into the nurse's station, then walked in front of Ban Zhun involuntarily, looking down at the young man who was wearing a blindfold and sleeping carelessly.

With an infusion needle stuck on the back of his hand, how dare he fall asleep like this?

Are you really not afraid of returning blood?

"Well……"

Ban Zhun frowned slightly, clutching his bluish-white wrist in discomfort, and hummed softly.

He took off the blindfold and wanted to see how much liquid medicine was left, but unexpectedly met Rong Qian's gaze, which he couldn't avoid.

"Eh? Why are you here?"

Ban Zhun seemed a little surprised, and immediately realized that he was in the hospital, and subconsciously frowned and asked, "Are you sick too?"

Rong Qian looked down at him, and used Nian Doudou's moving out as a sufficient reason, "My cousin is sick, so I'll take him for an infusion. When I'm sick, I won't follow anyone except me."

Ban Zhun's voice was very hoarse, but Wen Yan still pulled his pale lips and smiled: "Is it better now? It's a pity that the child is sick."

Rong Qian looked down at the young man who was curled up in the chair and looked obviously more pitiful, and replied in a low voice:

"...He's just overfed, overstretched, gastroenteritis, he's gone."

After finishing speaking, he couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with you."

"Ang, I went to the Shanghai stock market the day before yesterday, and I thought I could come back that day, but I had something to do, so I was delayed for a day..."

Ban Zhun's voice was weak, and he couldn't finish a complete sentence. He had to stop to take a breath from time to time before he could finish the sentence with difficulty.

Seeing Rong Qian involuntarily frowned.

With his physical condition, he still learns what other people do by flying around.

"There's no heating there, and it's so cold that your bones ache."

Ban Zhun folded the blindfold with one hand, stuffed it into the pocket of his coat, and coughed twice.

"Delayed for a day, why did you come back today?"

Rong Qian calculated that the time was wrong, and directly asked his doubts.

Ban Zhun's reaction was a bit sluggish due to the fever, he lowered his head for a while and thought before raising his head and replied:

"Ang, I should have come back yesterday, but I went to Hong Kong City again, and I flew back at noon today."

"Brother Zhun~"

A sticky sound came from afar.

Rong Qian glanced at Ban Zhun, then turned to look at the pretty boy who was running towards Ban Zhun holding the payment slip in his hand.

I have come to the hospital to play, and I have been tossing all over the country for the past two days.

Rong Qian's eyes fell on Wen Wen who was wrapped in a coat.

Even in the hospital injections do not stop?

Ban Zhun noticed the change in Rong Qian's expression, sat up straight and explained:

"Ah, I was sick and couldn't drive. I happened to meet Wenwen at the airport, and he took me to the hospital."

After explaining the whole story, Ban Zhun realized that his heartbeat was a little faster.

It's like... a husband caught by his wife desperately trying to explain and prove his innocence...

Why are you so awkward...

Just standing there, the handsome young man made Wenwen almost suffer from an occupational disease. Under the oppression of Ban Zhun's suddenly gloomy eyes, he reluctantly stopped the winking eyes he was about to throw at Rong Qian.

Ban Zhun breathed a sigh of relief.

Thanks to him, the little kid's life was saved.

How dare he openly seduce the protagonist Gong.

However, Wenwen found that the handsome guy who thought he was also interested in him was looking at him at the moment, and the gentle eyes that were originally looking at Ban Zhuji suddenly became stern and cold.

Wen Wen was frightened by the eyes of these two people one after another, subconsciously took a half step back.

Rong Qian glanced at his slender bare legs under his coat, his eyes sank.

No trousers.

Inside are...pink ultra-short hot pants?

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Boss: Why did he lose his temper and run away from home? What happened to me?

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