The Sand Sculpture Actor Awakens

After this sleep, Ban Zhun fell asleep until late at night.

When he regained some consciousness in a daze, before he opened his eyes, he had already smelled a burst of fragrant fragrance.

This smell moved Ban Zhun's DNA, but it also awakened his legal consciousness.

He smelled something criminal.

Ban Zhun frowned, sensing that there was a dazzling light directly above where his body was lying, so he put the back of his hand in front of his eyes, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Brother Zhun~"

Seeing that Ban Zhun had woken up, Wen Wen, who sat by the bed and rubbed body lotion after taking a bath, called him happily.

Hearing Wenwen's voice, Ban Zhun recalled in a daze that when he was in the parking lot and almost fell asleep due to fever, he happened to bump into Wenwen passing there.

But if he were to explain this unbelievable coincidence, Ban Zhun could only use Wenwen's broad business scope to describe it.

"...Wenwen, thank you."

Ban Zhun thanked Wenwen unequivocally. After all, if Wenwen hadn't discovered him, he would probably still be asleep in the basement.

"Hey, Brother Zhun, tell me what you are doing," Wen Wen put on her bathrobe, walked over briskly to help Ban Zhun sit up from the bed, and put a soft pillow behind his waist, "Come on, Brother Zhun, Make it comfortable, I wear this every time I'm with them..."

The faint smile on the corners of Ban Zhun's lips froze slightly, and then he glanced at Wenwen awkwardly, as if he didn't hear it, and looked directly at the bruised back of his hand where he had pulled out the needle.

Seeing this, Wenwen smiled shyly:

"Brother Zhun, look at me. I talk nonsense when I get excited. Every time I see Brother Zhun, I feel so excited."

Ban Zhun shook his head, and withdrew his hand covered by the disheveled bathrobe indiscriminately:

"It's okay, whatever you want to say is your freedom."

Wenwen looked at him with warmer and sweeter eyes, wishing she could lean on Ban Zhun's arms and tell him her heart on the spot.

"Brother Zhun, you must be hungry after sleeping for so long. I just ordered some porridge for you," Wen Wen said as he walked out of the bedroom, his steps getting farther and farther away, but his voice became louder and louder, without any neglect In line with Ban Zhun's meaning, "I have never taken care of patients, so I don't know what to order for Brother Zhun to eat."

While speaking, Wenwen had already walked in with a small bowl, and his white fingertips rested on the rim of the bowl, which made his fingertips turn slightly red from the heat.

Ban Zhun hurriedly reached out to take it and put it on the bedside table, thanking him embarrassedly:

"Wenwen, I really trouble you."

Ban Zhun's voice was still a little pathologically hoarse, which combined with the exhaustion on his face made Wen Wen even more confused.

But he knew that he couldn't rush to face Ban Zhun, a master who was invulnerable and invulnerable.

Wenwen smiled at him coquettishly, reached out to take the porridge bowl, and wanted to feed it to Ban Zhun himself:

"Brother Zhun, how many times have I been told, don't say thank you to Wenwen."

Ban Zhun didn't let Wenwen feed him, he took the spoon and ate it himself. After swallowing a mouthful of hot porridge, he said to Wenwen:

"When you were at the airport last time, you told me that Jinbihuanghuang didn't treat you as nicely as before, did you?"

Wenwen was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled indifferently as if wanting to save face:

"No, brother Zhun, Mr. Gao has always been very kind to me, thank you brother Zhun for still thinking about it, I..."

"Come to Fuli. You don't have to do that kind of work in the future. You just need to order songs and serve drinks for customers. The salary is the same as that in Jinbihuang now."

In fact, Ban Zhun could see that Wen Wen was different from other ducklings before, but his consistent temperament did not make him feel compassionate, so even if he felt that Wen Wen was different from others, Ban Zhun used to have no mood to He's working so hard on a boy he looks down on from the bottom of his heart.

Hearing Ban Zhun's words, Wen Wen suddenly stopped sitting on the edge of the bed with her knees hugged, and turned her head to look at Ban Zhun in disbelief:

"...Brother Zhun, really?"

Ban Zhun was a little surprised by his attitude, but still nodded in astonishment, "Yes."

He has never suffered any hardships or suffered any crimes, so he naturally does not know how difficult people like Wenwen are struggling in the bottom life. Seeing Wenwen's expression at this moment, he couldn't understand his sudden agitation. mood.

Wen Wen has helped him so many times, it would be a bit too insulting if he still only knows to give him a large sum of money like before, it would be better to give him a chance to start again, the blessing of no future troubles, and the bright future. A bright future.

"Brother Zhun, from now on... I will definitely work hard in Fuli from now on," Wenwen blushed with excitement, clutching the corner of the bathrobe as if he was about to cry in a second, "absolutely not Brother Zhun is ashamed... Thank you, Brother Zhun, I will definitely not let you down. "

In his bones, Ban Zhun still prefers this kind of weak and boneless little boy, at least he is obedient, gentle, and can do whatever he is asked to do.

Unlike the one at home...

Ban Zhun shook his head, shaking off the stubborn figure that often appeared in his mind.

"Brother Zhun, you can rest for a while. I'll go out first, so I won't disturb you."

Wenwen held the bowl obediently, and was glad that she had never had any wrong thoughts about Ban Zhun.

Although he likes Ban Zhun, he is not like those companions in Resplendent and Splendid. When he sees a prey that wants to be hooked, he tries every means to get X drugs, and no matter what, he wants to catch people in his palm and make a fortune.

Now it is true that the clouds are opening and the moon is shining.

Ban Zhun nodded, coughed lightly and touched the cell phone next to the pillow, before it was unlocked, he heard Wen Wen say:

"Brother Zhun, when you were sleeping, there was a call that you missed many times. I thought the other party was in a hurry and couldn't wake you up, so I answered it for you."

Wen Wen was a little worried that Ban Zhun would lose his temper with him, but he still took the initiative to admit his mistake, "I'm sorry, brother Zhun, you were a heavy sleeper at that time, I was short on hand, so I picked it up."

Ban Zhun opened the missed calls, and found out that it was Rong Qian's phone number, he couldn't help frowning slightly in surprise.

Seeing that Ban Zhun's expression was not very good, Wen Wen suddenly became a little scared, "I'm sorry, Brother Zhun, I won't dare again in the future, don't be angry."

Ban Zhun turned the screen to Wenwen, so that he could see the call duration displayed under the call from Rong Qian, and asked:

"What did he say?"

Wenwen found that there was room for turning around, so he hurriedly recounted while recalling:

"Brother Zhun, he seems to be very anxious to find you. When he heard that it was me who answered the phone, he got angry all of a sudden."

What Rong Qian despises the most is the dude who spends his time outside, eating and drinking, and Wen Wen's career symbol is too strong. When he answers Rong Qian's call, it is difficult to prevent that ancestor from thinking wrong.

After all, Rong Qian is a loyal protagonist Gong, it's normal, normal.

Ban Zhun signaled Wenwen to continue.

Wenwen received the order and continued to recall:

"Hmm... the voice sounds very familiar, like the handsome guy we met in the hospital a few days ago."

"Go on." He knew this.

"He asked me who I was," Wen Wen proudly crossed his waist, "Wen Wen didn't change my name or surname, so of course I told him right away, and then I guessed that he would ask Brother Zhun where are you?" What are you doing, so I directly predicted his prediction, I said you are here to enjoy the flowers, and when you are tired, you will go to sleep."

After finishing speaking, Wen Wen seemed worried that Ban Zhun would blame him, and continued to explain:

"Brother Zhun, you have been bedridden for several days. Everyone is a man. You must feel ashamed, so I just made up a reason for you. You won't be angry, will you?"

Ban Zhun nodded in satisfaction, "No, then, what did he do?"

Hearing that Ban Zhun was so interested in the man on the other end of the phone, Wen Wen's curiosity was instantly ignited. He moved to Ban Zhun's side mysteriously, and said with a smile:

"Brother Zhun, to make a digression, I actually discovered something."

Ban Zhun knew that no one had noticed what he had awakened from the book, but after reading the reference answers, his behavior of returning to the examination room made him feel very invincible.

Therefore, when he heard someone say "I found out", Ban Zhun would subconsciously feel a little guilty.

"What did you find?" Ban Zhun asked.

Could it be that even Wen Wen, who has only met Rong Qian once, has discovered the unbearable relationship between the two of them?

In order to persuade Ban Zhun to believe his point of view, Wen Wen began to talk nonsense in a serious manner:

"Brother Zhun, don't think that I'm not well-educated, but in fact, I have learned micro-expression analysis from customers, really."

Ban Zhun looked at him dubiously.

Could it be that even Wenwen could see Rong Qian's killing intent towards him, and sensed the dangers when Rong Qian was around him?

If this is true, how dangerous he looks in the eyes of others now.

The feeling of uneasiness made Ban Zhun look like a confused apprentice who had just started to believe in God, and asked Wenwen piously:

"You went on to say, based on the micro-expression analysis, what conclusion did you draw?"

Wen Wen took advantage of the situation and sat cross-legged on the bed, thinking:

"On my way back from the payment window, it was the first time I saw that gentleman. At that time, he was looking down at you sleeping, brother Zhun, with his fists clenched tightly, as if he wanted to go forward, but Trying to control my inner thoughts."

Yes, yes, it makes sense.

Rong Qian probably wanted to step forward to take his dog's life, but because of the hospital's high-definition surveillance cameras, he took into account his bright future, so he delayed doing it.

Seeing the shock in Ban Zhun's eyes, Wenwen assumed that he believed his own words, even a little convinced, so he continued to speak confidently:

"Then I walked up to you, so I may have interrupted that gentleman's thinking, but he didn't pay much attention to me, and just sat next to you, Brother Zhun, without even looking at me, giving people a very domineering look. Feel."

Ban Zhun nodded his head repeatedly in his heart, isn't that overbearing? After two years, it's just a matter of saying who he wants.

"So the final conclusion is..."

Wenwen's awe-inspiring appearance made Ban Zhun almost want to match him with a big red bow.

Quickly help him analyze what kind of methods Rong Qian might use to persecute him in the future, and how he can avoid it...

"I think he likes you."

Wenwen published a conclusion with reason and evidence.

Ban Zhun: "???"

Ban Zhun, who was obsessed with Wenwen's reasoning, completely returned to materialism the moment he heard the last sentence, and ignored Wenwen's behavior of trying to restore the signboard.

"I'm going to bed, and I have to go to the company to work overtime tomorrow."

Ban Zhun drove Wenwen out directly, and at the end he did not forget to say:

"Wenwen, don't give customers random analysis in the future. If you make mistakes like this time, you will easily be scolded by customers."

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Ban Zhun didn't think there would be any urgent matter for Rong Qian to find him, thinking that when Wen Wen told him that Rong Qian called, it was already late at night, so he didn't call back to disturb Rong Qian's sleep.

However, early the next morning, taking advantage of his illness and being in a brisk state, he hurried to the company, coming and going again and again, and forgot to call Rong Qian back.

As the New Year's Eve approached, the company became more and more busy. Even Banzhuo, who came back from a business trip, often had to leave the company late at night, not to mention his hard-working, motivated employees who also loved overtime pay.

Ban Zhun before his awakening was not a good actor, but no one can deny that he is the vice president of the company who has always maintained a conscientious state of work.

After leaving Wenwen's house, Ban Zhun was too lazy to drive home every day because of complicated affairs, so he simply slept in the lounge of the office and had meals in the company cafeteria.

The high-intensity work status made his body, which was already in a hurry, even heavier, and he could only rely on bitter pills to withstand it, intending to hold on until the New Year's day, and then relax completely.

When the secretary came in to deliver the documents, Ban Zhun had just finished taking the medicine, his mouth was bitter, and he was lying on the edge of the large desk with his head bowed to relieve the difficulty in his mouth.

Hearing the knock on the door, Ban Zhun hurriedly sat up straight, straightened the tie around his neck, and said loudly, "Please come in."

The slender secretary walked over with a stack of documents, and said respectfully to Ban Zhun:

"President Xiaoban, the file is here, please have a look."

Ban Zhun was still frowning from the pain of the medicine, but in the eyes of the secretary, it seemed that he was not satisfied with her professional level.

She blinked her thick eyelashes, and peeked at Ban Zhun nervously.

If we talk about the temper of this little class president in the past, it really made them complain from the whole company.

Rude and irascible, he loves to swear. Whether it is a male employee or a female employee, if he makes a mistake, he will be firmly caught by him, and then he will magnify the mistake countless times and start to swear inhumanely.

But recently it has become... not only not fierce, but even more and more fascinating.

"Easter..."

Ban Zhun's office is made of single-sided glass, so you can clearly see the working status of the employees outside and play a supervisory role at any time.

But ever since Ban Zhun had his own consciousness, he always felt a little awkward, and he didn't easily look at people outside like a surveillance, but occasionally he would casually look out a few times when he was in a daze.

Easter noticed that Ban Zhun's face seemed to be slightly flushed, as if he had something difficult to say.

Facing a man like Ban Zhun, almost no one would not blush and heart beat, even the secretary who was so focused on her work was no exception.

Easter smiled:

"President Xiaoban, please tell me."

Ban Zhun swallowed, pointed to a small box on Easter's desk in the outside office, and smiled awkwardly:

"Can you lend me a candy?"

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The news that Ban Zhun asked the secretary for candy during work soon spread to every corner of the company.

In the early morning of the 29th day of the Lunar New Year, Ban Zhun had just washed up from the lounge and came out neatly dressed to start the last day of work of the year. When he looked up, he found a lot of throat lozenges, Hot drinks and cough syrup.

Taking a closer look, the cough syrup is only for children.

A stack of exquisite little cards was pressed under the keyboard, full of words wishing him a speedy recovery and auspicious words for New Year's greetings.

Ban Zhun carefully read each card, and when he put them into the drawer, there was still a contented smile on the corner of his mouth.

The office door was pushed open from the outside, Ban Zhun raised his eyes and looked over, seeing the man walking in, hurriedly got up to say hello:

"Big brother."

Banzhuo looked at his pale younger brother, and secretly sighed in his heart, his face remained calm:

"Why are you still in the company? Don't you go home for the Chinese New Year?"

Only then did Ban Zhun suddenly realize that today is New Year's Eve, and all the employees were on vacation last night. At this time, besides him, there should be only the staff on duty on the first floor.

Oh, and the big brother in front of me.

Fortunately, he had already gone to the five-star hotel to book a New Year's Eve dinner for Rong Qian a few days ago, otherwise he would only realize at this time that the ancestor must have held grudges again.

Seeing that Ban Zhun didn't answer his question, Ban Zhuo reminded him in a deep voice, "A Zhun?"

"Ah, brother, go home, go home."

Ban Zhun turned off the computer, grabbed a handful of candies given to him by the staff, stuffed them into his coat, and slipped a few into his elder brother's pocket:

"Here, big brother, it's very sweet."

Cold fingers touched Banjo's wrist, causing him to frown slightly.

When he wanted to hold those fingers to warm him, Banzhun had already had a candy in his mouth, and put on a large down jacket with his back to Banzhuo. Looking from behind, the young man's cheek was covered by the candy in his mouth. There is a small round bag slightly protruding from the arch, which looks childish and cute.

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When the silver-and-black Maybach drove into the Ban's compound, Uncle Zhao was instructing the servants to set up firecrackers to be set off at night.

With the strength of the villa where the Ban family is located, the neighbors around naturally have the right to set off firecrackers on the entire hill.

Seeing Ban Zhun getting off Ban Zhuo's car with his down jacket in his arms, Zhao Bo hurriedly turned around to greet the Ban family and his wife:

"Master and Madam, the young master is back!"

Ms. Zhuo Meimei ran out with the rolling pin in her hands, and she smiled when she saw Ban Zhun:

"Go into the house quickly, it's cold outside, let your elder brother stop the car."

Ban Zhun agreed with a smile, and hurriedly walked into the house.

"Mom, where is grandma, is she sleeping?"

The last time he came back to give the elder brother a bracelet, grandma was resting upstairs. He didn't want to disturb grandma, so he didn't see her.

Zhuo Meimei shook her head and said with a smile: "Grandma is making dumplings, let's go, sure, when you go back later, bring back a few plates of dumplings that you both like."

Ban Zhun looked at his mother in surprise.

When did he say he was going back?

As if she had guessed what Ban Zhun was thinking, Zhuo Meimei sat on the sofa and watched TV while rolling her skin. She raised her head and said to Ban Zhun when she had time:

"Jasper called to say hello in the morning. Oh, Jasper is so polite. The Rong family's education is really, tsk tsk tsk. How did they give us such a well-educated daughter-in-law?"

Ban Zhun pursed his lips in surprise.

Is this something that Rong Qian can do?

Seeing the laughter at home, Ban Zhun suddenly felt that Rong Qian, who stayed at home alone and had the New Year's Eve dinner, was a bit too pitiful.

No matter how fierce and ruthless he will be in the future, now he is just a child who has just turned eighteen.

Without the company of my family, I can only go back to my room to welcome the lonely New Year after eating and watching the show.

Ban Zhun's fingertips curled up slightly.

If he goes back to accompany Rong Qian, even if Rong Qian doesn't care, doesn't like, or even hates him, Ban Zhun still feels that at least he has done his best.

Mrs. Zhuo put down the dumpling wrappers in her hand, pulled Ban Zhun to sit beside her, raised her hand to pat the back of his hand, and instructed:

"Sure, you two just got married this year, and you have to spend the first New Year at your own home, so you can't be less popular, so that you can live peacefully and beautifully in the future."

Ban Zhun had already been hesitant for seven or eight points, but when he heard his grandmother's persuasion, he immediately agreed with a smile:

"Sure, then I'll bring some dumplings home so we don't have to make them."

Ban Zhun's mother tapped the tip of Ban Zhun's nose and said with a smile, "Our Zhun Zhun really loves people."

Her hands were covered with flour, and when she touched the tip of Ban Zhun's nose, it happened to leave a round white spot.

Grandma was about to raise her hand to wipe him off, but Ban Zhun's mother gave her a wink, she immediately understood, she smiled and waited for Ban Zhun to be discovered by Uncle Zhao, and show them embarrassment.

Ban Zhun was unaware of their plan, and raised his chin upstairs:

"Grandma, Mom and Dad, I'll go up and get something, and I'll be back in the city in a while."

After speaking, he walked up to the stairs.

Banzhuo finished changing his home clothes and was coming down the stairs. He saw the white spot on the tip of Banzhun's nose at a glance, and frowned and scolded him:

"As an actor, you just don't pay attention to your image."

Ban Zhun was taken aback, sniffed and looked at Ban Zhuo, "Brother, what did you say?"

Banzhuo didn't bother to point out the funny look on his face, so he simply gave Banzhun a look, and walked downstairs.

Ban Zhun looked at his elder brother's back inexplicably, shrugged helplessly, and went upstairs to pack his things.

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"He likes to eat shrimp," Ban Zhun unceremoniously picked out two large boxes of shrimp dumplings according to Rong Qian's preferences described in the original book, and then filled them with more than [-] flavors he liked, and trotted to the living room to hug them. Mrs. Zhuo Zhuo, "Grandma, I wish you a happy new year a few hours in advance, I'm leaving first."

In the evening, the sky darkened faster and faster.

Banzhuo stepped on the brake slowly, looked at the wind and snow outside the window, turned around and took the tightly sealed lunch box from the back seat, and handed it to Ban Zhun, "Put the hat on before putting it on."

"Hey, thank you brother, thank you for sending me off."

Ban Zhun took the things and responded with a smile. He put on his coat and hat and was about to open the car door, but was interrupted by Ban Zhuo again.

"Shall I take you up there?"

"No, brother, the corridor is very bright..."

Ban Zhun curled his fingers slightly, "The lights are on at home, too."

Banzhuo didn't speak any more, grabbed Ban Zhun's wrist just as he was about to open the door, pressed his big hand on the tip of his nose, and wiped it vigorously:

"How old are you, you don't even look in the mirror when you go out."

Ban Zhun's nose was aching from the thin calluses on Banzhuo's fingertips, but when he looked down and saw the white powder on the fingertips, he couldn't help laughing:

"Haha, it must have been done by my mother again, thank you brother."

After finishing speaking, Ban Zhun quickly got out of the car with several boxes of dumplings in his hand, bowed and knocked on the car window, "Brother, slow down on the road, happy new year."

Banzhuo waved his hand impatiently, and turned on the high beam headlights in the direction of Banzhun's going forward. The mighty off-road vehicle shot fierce light, illuminating Banzhun's way forward.

It wasn't until the thin figure disappeared into the corridor that Banjo clenched his fingers cautiously, as if he was holding back some remaining warmth.

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Before entering the door, Ban Zhun was wondering what to put on the ground, and when he hesitated to unlock it with his face, the door was opened from the inside.

"...how did you come back?"

Rong Qian was obviously taken aback.

He was carrying the garbage that was about to be thrown downstairs, and he was wearing a thick black down jacket.

The light at the door was slightly dim, but it made the young man's complexion look fairer and more beautiful, with a faint rosy complexion.

It seems that Rong Qian is having a good time these days.

Only then did Ban Zhun feel relieved.

If this little brat's condition is not good, he might feel guilty.

Seeing him like this now, he no longer has the same yearning mood as before.

"It's Chinese New Year, the whole family needs to be tidy."

Ban Zhun said with a smile.

In the past few days, he has been busy with the year-end liquidation in the company, and he is very busy.

It was so easy to go back to Ban’s old house on the 29th day of the Lunar New Year, hoping to have a good reunion with my family.

In the end, the grandmother and parents drove the unsteady self back to Rongqian's home on the grounds that the newlyweds maintained their relationship.

Before opening the door, Ban Zhun thought he was forced and unwilling, but when he saw Rong Qian, his mood suddenly became calm for some reason.

It seems that all the running around these days is for the scene in front of me.

This feeling of no longer being anxious made Ban Zhun slowly heave a sigh of relief.

Ban Zhun sniffed, wiped the snow particles off his brows, and had two rare dimples on his lips:

"Happy New Year, Rong Qian."

As soon as the words fell, Ban Zhun embarrassedly rubbed his cold earlobes on his shoulders, and grinned at Rong Qian, "Did I say it was too early?"

"..."

Rong Qian stood at the door, staring at Ban Zhun who was carrying two big boxes of dumplings for a long time.

Maybe it was snowing too hard outside, and Ban Zhun went upstairs before he could shake off the snow particles from his shoulders, or maybe he... ran in a hurry, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to breathe properly.

"The dumplings are going to be cold." Ban Zhun's nose was red from the cold, and he squeezed sideways from the gap between Rongqian and the door frame, and turned around to greet him, "I must bring you the dumplings made by my mother and grandma." taste."

Although Rong Qian can cook, he has never been interested in the complicated procedure of making dumplings, which involves kneading noodles and mixing fillings, so he thinks it's okay not to eat them.

The New Year's Eve dinner had been delivered, but because of inexplicable irritability, he didn't open any of them to check, let alone put them on the dinner table to eat.

But until he saw the person in front of him.

He obviously hates him so much, and doesn't want to see him hanging out with all kinds of ducklings all day long.

But when Ban Zhun appeared in front of him without warning, seeing him smiling and greeting him in good health, Rong Qian felt an indescribable... peace of mind.

Rong Qian put the garbage bag outside the door for the time being, went back to the house and closed the entrance door, put on the slippers again, washed his hands, walked to the cooking table and started serving food.

Now that you're back, let's forcefully have a New Year's Eve dinner together.

Of course, Ban Zhun knew that Rong Qian would not want to dine with him on weekdays, let alone the New Year's Eve dinner that symbolized a family reunion.

So he took the initiative to say to Rong Qian:

"I ate and came back."

Rong Qian paused to hold the rice in his hands, and didn't answer Ban Zhun's words. He just pushed the other bowl behind the rice cooker towards the cupboard, and silently lowered his eyelashes.

And Ban Zhun, who was standing aside, had a panoramic view of his actions, and at the same time felt a little proud and fortunate for his prediction in his heart.

Look, look, this little ancestor really didn't want to have dinner with him, after hearing what he said, he was so excited that he even forgot to serve the meal, and the movements of his hands became quite sluggish because of the excitement.

Ban Zhun has long been used to Rong Qian ignoring his life, he pursed his lips and smiled contentedly, then put on the down jacket that was just placed on the sofa, turned around and opened the glass door of the outer balcony, and walked slowly with his slippers on. He walked out without even turning around, and directly closed the door with his backhand, cutting off the sight communication between him and Rong Qian.

Seeing Ban Zhun staying alone on the cold windy balcony, Rong Qian turned off the gas stove, and walked towards the person outside involuntarily.

I've just recovered from my illness, do I have to toss again?

Hearing the door slamming behind him, Ban Zhun dusted off the cigarette ash, and casually glanced back.

Rong Qian couldn't help being a little surprised when he saw a cigarette in his hand.

I have lived with Ban Zhun for more than two months, but I have never seen him smoking.

The young man leaning on the railing to enjoy the night view was lazy and comfortable, his soft hair was disheveled by the cool wind, but there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth.

That pair of moist eyes that were soaked in water was looking at him calmly and intently.

Although he knew it well and could see that there was no complex emotion in those eyes, but as long as they casually glanced at someone, it seemed to be better than thousands of words of love.

It's hard to look away easily.

Ban Zhun doesn't smoke very often.

I learned to smoke because when I was working overtime in the company, when I saw the company employees smoking in the bathroom, I tried it on a whim. After I found that it was really effective, I used this skill as a backup option when I was tired.

So he would think of taking out a cigarette only when he was in a bad state.

Ban Zhun couldn't see the stars all over the sky, he could only look down at the lights of thousands of houses in the city.

The mood is indescribably oppressive and dull.

Noticing that Rong Qian was looking at him, Ban Zhun thought he was bored too.

But children can't smoke to relieve boredom, but they can change to others.

Ban Zhun reached into the pocket of his down jacket, took out several slender boxes, and stuffed them all into Rong Qian who was standing behind him.

"Well, here it is for you."

Before Rong Qian could see what was in his hand, Ban Zhun took out two sticks and put them between Rong Qian's fingers.

"It's good for children to play with these."

Rong Qian looked over seriously.

It turned out to be... a fairy stick played by children.

He looked at Ban Zhun with some amusement, with doubts in his eyes.

Let him play this?

Ban Zhun also smiled, and didn't bother to take out the lighter from his pocket, he directly held Rong Qian's wrist, and let the tip of the fairy stick get close to the cigarette between his lips.

The silver-gray fireworks crackled and burned, bursting into brilliant sparks.

The flickering light set off the expression on Ban Zhun's face.

Rong Qian wanted to find a trace of the emotion he wanted to see in those eyes.

However, he saw nothing but tranquility and indifference.

The tip of my heart rushed to a milk cat that had just given birth to sharp claws.

Its pads have thin calluses, but its nails are not sharp.

The place that was supposed to be deadly, but apart from being pleasing to the eye, did not pose a threat to human life.

But it is the thin layer of callus that is not thick, which makes people feel irritable, wishing to hold it firmly in the palm, turn it over, and tame it into a warm and lovely appearance.

Rong Qian didn't lack anything.

The extravagant life once made him feel boring.

But until now, through the fleeting fireworks between his fingers, seeing those lazy eyes full of smiles at the ends of the eyes, he felt that...

He seems to have become a total beggar.

He suddenly wants to have a king.

The author has something to say:

Class Boss: I snatched Uncle Zhao’s granddaughter’s fairy stick, will Uncle Zhao block me in the kennel and beat me up next time I go home?Alas, I am so worried.

Mrs. Ben: He really... loves me so much.

[Wuwuwuwuwu, I went out today, so I’m late, I’m sorry everyone, but I didn’t delay the code words, and it’s [-] words, woooo, the little donkey is so good, everyone has to praise the amazing little donkey Bar?Hee hee hee, Xiaorong's self-guided strategy has seen the light of day, hahahahaha, micro-expression analysis master Wen Wenshen assisted, guess which little donkey wants hair growth liquid?Oh ~]