The Sand Sculpture Actor Awakens

Ban Zhun breathed a sigh of relief. After completing the task of forcing Hu Peng on his head, he turned his head and wanted to let the idiot let him go. Unexpectedly, he heard Hu Peng laughing at Rong Qian:

"Hey, what's your name, Mr. Ban? We've been friends since we met. It's Brother Zhun."

Among all the people present, only Ban Zhun knew how vengeful the ancestor in front of him was. Seeing his friend desperately starting to die, he couldn't help but nervously grabbed Hu Peng's wrist and pulled him behind him.

Ban Zhun: "...I, I think..."

Ban Zhun, who has been recuperating in bed for nearly two months without exercising, how could he be able to beat Hu Peng, who is born with brute strength and is still working hard all day long? Before he could say a complete sentence, Ban Zhun was wrapped in his arms inside:

"Come on, Xiao Rong, listen to what Brother Hu told you, I think you have a good appearance, if you want to enter the circle in the future, you have to hang out with your brother-in-law."

With that said, he grabbed Ban Zhun's wrist and handed it to Rong Qian.

Hu Peng's behavior of letting Ban Zhun meet new friends with such enthusiasm actually has his own purpose.

As a boy who grew up wearing a pair of trousers with Ban Zhun, Hu Peng felt very strange to Ban Zhun after the car accident.

If Ban Zhun's personality was as usual, seeing such a good-looking little boy as Rong Qian, he wouldn't have to pull his collar to introduce him, and he would have rushed to start his awesome social interaction.

But now who is this person who looks uncomfortable even after talking to outsiders?

Is the social ceiling of the dignified Beijing Haixi City so withered?

Hu Peng refused to accept.

His friend can't help but be awesome.

So he wants to help Ban Zhun get back to the top.

Rong Qian looked down at the white and slender hand.

He held it for a few hours last night, even remembering the lines on it.

But at this time, he has to pretend that he has no impression of the person in front of him, hold that hand without any emotion, and politely nod to the person involved:

"Brother Zhun."

The cold fingertips were held by Rong Qian's warm palm and shook gently.

Ban Zhun's calves were protruding, but because of this situation, he could only grit his back teeth and greet Rong Qian again with a stiff smile:

"...you, hello."

Seeing Ban Zhun's reluctantly embarrassed smile, Rong Qian suddenly wanted to make things difficult for him.

Ask the question just now again:

"Brother Zhun is here today to attend a business meeting?"

As he said that, Rong Qian looked around curiously at the feasting and feasting lights around him. Matching his youthful appearance as a teenager, his expression really seemed a bit ignorant and ignorant.

Although the atmosphere between the two is still as cold as strangers, it is a legal relationship after all. Even if others don't know about it, Ban Zhun still feels a little guilty when facing Rong Qian who is playing the role of his partner.

He was really worried that Rong Qian would not have a good impression of him, and would kill him in the future, so he thought he could hide it as much as possible.

Who knew that Nian Anton and Rong Qian were still uncles and nephews, and they brought people to the banquet in such a grandiose manner.

Rong Qian is only eighteen, and the people here can do anything in this kind of situation.

Ban Zhun, who thought of these things, didn't react at all. He used to be a person who often went to such occasions.

Hu Peng thought that Rong Qian was young, so he might not understand the meaning of these banquets, but since Anton brought him here in Nian, it proved that everyone was in the same circle in the future, so he smiled at Rong Qian said:

"Haha, Xiaorong, do you think this looks like a business meeting? This is not the kind of occasion you think it is."

Ban Zhun's heart twitched, he pursed his lips and looked at Hu Peng who was still full of thoughts.

You can hold back your words.

Of course Rong Qian knew it wasn't, so he followed Hu Peng's words and asked with a smile on his face:

"Mr. Hu, then I want to know, what is it doing here?"

"Naturally..."

Hu Peng's mind was active, and he faintly felt that Rong Qian seemed to be hostile to him, so he couldn't help squinting his eyes and replied slowly: "It's... friends, friends."

Hu Peng's accent was pointed, and the eyes staring back at Rong Qian became less friendly.

Seeing that the two were in a tense posture, Ban Zhun nervously rubbed the corner of his clothes beside him, and found out the problem.

He didn't have time to think too much, so he stepped forward and covered Hu Peng's eyes, blocking his ferocious gaze from the source.

"Ah, what are you doing?"

Hu Peng has always been gentle with others, but he is very protective of the calf.

Ban Zhun has always been his most proud brother. In his heart, he couldn't find a man who is more beautiful than Ban Zhun in the entire entertainment circle. It's just that Ban Zhun's acting skills like a big shit have made him a beautiful piece of gold. It's just covered up.

And this kid I just met today turned out to be dismissive of Ban Zhun's face. Although this brat looks good, Hu Peng still has the kind of feeling that when his own child just played "Hungarian Rhapsody No. [-]" perfectly, he found that Neighborhood kids have begun to play Liszt's "Harmony of the Night" backwards in frustration.

He only overwhelmed his children a little bit in terms of momentum, but Hu Peng couldn't swallow this half breath.

Not caring about explaining too much to him, Ban Zhun hurriedly rubbed Hu Peng's eyes with a smile, and smiled awkwardly at Rong Qian and Nian An Dong:

"Lao Hu's eyes have been dry these past few days. The doctor asked him to pay more attention to protecting his eyes and avoiding strong light."

As he spoke, Ban Zhun pointed to several crystal chandeliers above his head that could blind people's eyes.

Rong Qian looked at Ban Zhun's slender fingers slightly curled up on Hu Peng's face calmly, and his often white fingertips became even more bloodless due to the force.

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Ban Zhun was attracted by Hu Penggouyou, and met many well-known screenwriters and directors in the banquet hall. Even though everyone had heard of Ban Zhun's notoriety, when they saw the young man's astonishing features, It took a while for him to come back to his senses.

Rong Qian has always disliked this kind of noisy reception, and in the name of elegance, he does some unscrupulous things.

But according to Nian Anton's thinking, he always felt that having more friends and more paths, getting to know more celebrities and dignitaries would be of great help to Rong Qian's future career.

Rong Qian knew that his uncle was doing it for his own good, so he didn't put up any particular resistance. He just planned to have a casual conversation with the young people in the related industry he was doing at the banquet, and just hurriedly passed it off.

"Xiao Qian, I found that you seem to care about him."

Nian Anton drank a glass of wine, withdrew from the group of acquaintances, walked to his nephew, and pointed out something.

Rong Qian paused with his fingertips on the corner of the table, looked up at Nian Anton, rolled his Adam's apple unconsciously, and immediately denied: "No."

Nian Anton burst out laughing with a "puchi".

His silly nephew is still too young.

Seeing Rong Qian looking at him in confusion, Nian Anton put down his wine glass amusedly, "I haven't said who 'he' is, so you just said 'no'?"

It was only then that Rong Qian realized that he seemed to have exposed something invisibly, and quickly turned his head away, looking elsewhere with an unnatural expression, and defended himself:

"Uncle, there is no one else we know together here besides him, right?"

Nian Anton naturally knew that Rong Qian and Ban Zhun had obtained the certificate, but he thought the same as Rong Qian, thinking that this was a humiliation to the Rong family, so he didn't mention it if he could.

However, after seeing Ban Zhun, Rong Qian's gaze was entangled with that beautiful young man from time to time, not only did not seem to be an intractable hatred, but it even seemed a little... restless miss?

"Uncle, of course I hope you can see it more openly," Nian Anton looked through the crowd and landed on Ban Zhun who was having a pleasant conversation with a respected director, "But you have heard of his reputation, and now I also saw it with my own eyes, and you must know the reason better than me."

The necessary procedures were carried out in an orderly manner under the arrangement of the host, and after more than half of the time, it was time to sit down.

"Everyone, as elites from all walks of life, we must also respond to the country's call and use our best methods to help those in need."

The host is Zhao Guanhan, a well-known domestic entertainment show brother. At the request of the organizer, he took advantage of the relaxed and lively atmosphere at this time to propose the theme of the banquet.

"By the way...it can also be a little show for everyone."

What the host said earlier made everyone raise their eyebrows unsurprisingly, but the topic he said immediately aroused everyone's interest.

I thought the banquet was about to end, but I didn't expect that there would be a program just before the end.

Among them, young people like Hu Peng were the loudest and most active, patting Gou You's thigh and coaxing:

"Charity is a good thing, let's start, Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Guanhan smiled and began to explain to everyone:

"Our rule is to randomly select three guests at the scene, and everyone here will bid for the right to dance with these three guests in the usual auction method, and the money obtained from the auction will be In the name of this reception, donate to impoverished mountainous areas to help out-of-school children."

This kind of friendship in the business field was originally a stage for the capitalists to show off their wealth. Now that there is such a reason, everyone is eager to try it.

While having fun, you can also declare your abilities.

Zhao Guanhan took a box prepared in advance from the hands of the staff:

"Here are the slips with the serial numbers of the seats here. I closed my eyes and took out three of them. The ones with the same numbers as those marked on the guest seats are the 'lucky ones' of tonight's banquet. Now——" .”

Zhao Guanhan opened the first note: "Number 24."

Everyone looked in the direction of the twenties one after another——

A young boy with a handsome face stood up from his seat, his face full of disbelief.

Someone recognized him as Qi Ji, a popular actor who has just become popular recently.

The fact that the artist was drawn made the guests present a little excited.

At first they only thought it was a business to have fun, but in the end, there was a one-third chance to draw out such a stunner.

"Then, start bidding now, with a reserve price of 20."

As soon as Zhao Guanhan's words fell, the voices of asking prices rang out one after another in the banquet hall.

"22!"

"25!"

"Three... thirty!"

"……32!"

Because it was not a formal auction, Zhao Guanhan stirred up the atmosphere from time to time:

"This is the popular fried chicken Qi Ji, the opportunity to dance with him is very rare, everyone should seize the opportunity~"

Qi Ji stood in the center of the stage, his cheeks flushed slightly with excitement.

This kind of scene is too rare for him. Originally, the company let him come to this banquet, which made him very grateful to Dade, but at this time, he can still have such good luck. received more attention.

It's hard not to get excited.

Hu Peng crossed his legs and looked at the group of people, and suddenly bumped into Ban Zhun's shoulder sideways, winking at him and smiling:

"Ah Zhun, do you like it, brother will take a picture for you?"

Ban Zhun immediately shook his head, "No, I'm not interested, and you shouldn't be like that..."

He was suddenly at a loss for words, and didn't know how to describe Hu Peng's unrestrainedness.

"There is a good saying, form is emptiness, and emptiness is form." Hu Peng said with a smile.

Ban Zhun gave him a speechless look, "You can have sex when you have time."

Hu Peng shrugged indifferently, cast a wink at the thin-waisted boy on the stage, and casually said to Ban Zhun:

"Ah Zhun, it's consensual, and no one forces anyone, so don't be too nervous."

When he said this, Hu Peng was a little worried.

Because Ban Zhun's performance is becoming more and more abnormal. In the past, Ban Zhun would never miss a second of the wonderful moment at this kind of banquet, and judging by his supercilious state at this time, it seems that he was given a copy of "Miao Fa Lian". Hua Jing, he can now perform spiritual purification for the guests present in public.

Anyway, don't purify him, a layman.

"Azhun, after your accident, your personality has changed too much, which made me and Ayou very uncomfortable. If this continues, the two of us will take you to see a psychiatrist."

Ban Zhun didn't want to hear Hu Peng talking non-stop like an old man anymore, so he simply filtered out what Hu Peng said, "How can a child who is obviously good become autistic after a car accident?" if.

Seeing that Banzhen really didn't seem interested in Qi Ji, Hu Peng raised his hand high and signaled to Zhao Guanhan:

"50."

The noisy sound in the banquet hall stopped abruptly.

This silence declares that no one will compete with Hu Peng for the ownership of this dance.

Everyone looked towards the source of the sound.

Rong Qian sat facing the seats of Ban Zhun and the others, naturally he could see the embarrassment on the young man's face, and doubts welled up in his heart.

I feel embarrassed even being stared at. Is he really an actor?

Ban Zhun's hand reaching behind Hu Peng almost twisted a piece of flesh off his brother's waist.

Gritting his teeth, he lowered his head and cursed:

"You fucking crazy, why do you want to be in the limelight? Isn't it magnificent enough for you to sing and dance?"

Gou You pulled Ban Zhun's arm and patted it, "Ah Zhun, don't you know, Lao Hu is just like this, so leave him alone."

Hu Peng, whose waist was loosened, stood up triumphantly from his seat, walked towards Qi Ji on the stage in three steps at a time, and shook hands with him in a very gentlemanly manner.

Zhao Guanhan picked up the microphone:

"Okay, the first pair of dance partners has been finalized, and next, I will draw No.2."

When the note was opened, Zhao Guanhan laughed out loud:

"...Number 87."

The number of seats in the banquet hall is arranged in advance. Seat No. 30 is for young people under the age of 30. The main force of the game, from [-] to [-], is the area for two or more people. And from [-] to [-], there are older senior entrepreneurs and respected industry elites, really...not an age suitable for being auctioned as auction items.

Everyone present also knew this rule, so after Zhao Guanhan read the number on the note, they all laughed and looked directly at the position of No. 87, waiting to see which outstanding and unsmiling boss was about to Forced to make a fool of myself.

Ban Zhun also followed Gou You beside him curiously.

However, the moment his gaze was focused, Gou You immediately put on a face of criticism.

There are hundreds of people, why did Zhao Guanhan choose his father?

Gou Jing stood up from the chair with a speechless face, pointed at Zhao Guanhan who couldn't help laughing on the stage, and cursed with a smile:

"Little bastard, hit me on the head."

Zhao Guanhan knew that this old gentleman was good-tempered and could afford to play, so when he saw him standing up, he was completely relieved and relieved.

A big guy who has a good relationship with Dong Gou directly shouted to Zhao Guanhan on the stage in high spirits:

"If you get such an old thing, the price can't be lowered a little? Otherwise, it's easy to drop your hands!"

Zhao Guanhan raised his hand towards the area where Gou You was, and responded with a smile:

"Mr. Qin, Mr. Gou's son is here, how could he let his father be wronged?"

Sure enough, Gou You was reluctant but had no choice but to take the right to dance with his father. He stood on the stage dejectedly, and waited for the three couples to get together before the six danced together again. .

"Next is No.3, which is the last one tonight, so who will get the title of the last 'lucky guy'? We will wait and see." Zhao Guanhan put his hand into the box.

Everyone held their breath and focused.

The No.2 opportunity has been wasted, so they are all very much looking forward to the last lottery, maybe there will be a star who is as good-looking as Qi Ji for them to entertain.

The good friends from the left and the right all came to the stage, and Ban Zhun couldn't help feeling a little socially intimidated.

He never thought that such unlucky things would have a chance to happen to him, so he just looked down and counted the dots of patterns on the carpet under his feet, without paying any attention to the host on stage, silently looking forward to the banquet Get it over early so he can go home and sleep early.

"number 29--"

Zhao Guanhan's hosting skills are quite solid, and his voice is very penetrating.

Without the guys on both sides who acted as signal jammers for him, Ban Zhun's eardrums were buzzing.

When he felt that this number sounded a bit familiar, he raised his head together with everyone, squinting his eyes to look from number one to number twenty.

Which unlucky guy is this?

The moment everyone's eyes fell on guest No. 29, the entire banquet hall suddenly fell silent.

Ban Zhun noticed that people around him looked at him, subconsciously pursed his lips in a panic, and slightly curled up his fingertips on his knees:

"...Everyone, what do you see me doing?"

"President Xiaoban, you are number 29."

I don't know who gave a light reminder, but it struck Ban Zhun's ears like a thunderbolt.

he? No. 29?Going on stage to dance?

Happy birthday.

Da Ba Da Ba.

Hu Peng was already so excited that he was about to jump up. He directly grabbed Zhao Guanhan's microphone and stirred up the atmosphere:

"Our Ah Zhun is shy, come on, everyone give him a round of applause and encourage him!"

Interrupted by Hu Peng's voice, the guests present suddenly turned around and rushed to applaud, as if they were afraid that this young man who looked a little nervous would refuse to take the stage.

"...cough cough, cough cough cough..."

Ban Zhun coughed nervously. While covering his mouth and nose with his fists, he looked helplessly at Rong Qian, who was separated by dozens of people.

Stared at by the young man's eyes that seemed to be asking for help, Rong Qian's steadily beating heart seemed to stop for a moment, and then it started beating wildly at a frequency that he couldn't control no matter how hard he tried.

Is he... afraid?

Rong Qian slightly straightened his already straight back, and squinted at the young man whose eyes were covered with black cloth strips on the stage.

This is Zhao Guanhan's temporary suggestion:

"Since it's a small class that straddles the business and entertainment circles, our gameplay may be a little more novel."

His whole face is like a work of art, especially those watery eyes that are flowing with ripples. They obviously have no half affection, but when they stare at people, they always make people feel blushing and heartbeating, fantasizing for no reason. There is absolutely no story that could happen with this person.

Those eyes are so good-looking that they are a bit overwhelming on this face. However, when the eyes are covered by cloth strips, people notice his smooth, perfectly shaped high nose bridge, and the constant pursing of his nose because of nervousness. Red lips loosened again.

The atmosphere in the banquet hall suddenly became tense.

People from all walks of life who were sitting next to each other in harmony looked at the potential enemies around them with vigilance.

"Next, start bidding."

The voice of Zhao Guanhan announcing the start is undoubtedly as high-spirited as the gun that symbolizes the start before the track and field race.

"52 million!"

"60 million!"

"seventy!"

"89!"

"97!"

As the price got higher and higher, the smile on the corner of Zhao Guanhan's mouth became more and more obvious, until he heard the seven-figure shout enter his ears, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

This price is really staggering.

He couldn't help but enviously glanced at the young man who was being auctioned by everyone.

However, he was unconsciously stunned.

The young man's slightly pursed lips made people's heart tremble subconsciously.

Under the refraction of the huge chandelier on the roof of the banquet hall, the thin figure suddenly revealed a sense of fragility that he wanted to be protected in his arms.

No wonder.

Zhao Guanhan swallowed his saliva, and forced himself to turn his eyes to the guest table that was about to fight again.

"160!"

The voice that yelled out this number was almost broken, with a bit of desperate heroism.

"200 million!"

However, someone quickly blocked him, showing the momentum that he was determined to win.

Hu Peng didn't think such a situation was a humiliation to Ban Zhun, on the contrary, he also found it very interesting.

After all, Ban Zhun used to be the most playful. To him, this kind of small scene was nothing more than sprinkling water.

"220 million!"

"280 million!"

"320 million!"

Although the guests present were all wealthy businessmen, they were also profit-seeking businessmen, and they would never do business at a loss.

At a charity gala, donating in the name of the gala, to be able to have a seven-figure figure is already outrageous.

It would be too ridiculous to continue to shout.

However, there are always people who are constantly refreshing the cognition of others.

"400 million!"

Everyone was amazed and looked at the person who shouted 400 million.

Ban Zhun also felt a little surprised.

She scolded him so much on weekdays, why did she feel like she had been beaten to death today, even wanting to... rob him of the chance to dance?It's not like doing charity.

Ban Zhun suddenly wanted to buy himself out with his own money.

Although he couldn't see it with his eyes, he could completely feel the obscure gazes of the crowd on him.

This atmosphere made people feel very uncomfortable, and even made him a little dizzy.

"Is there any gentleman who wants to increase the price?" Zhao Guanhan imitated the way the auctioneer was holding a small hammer, and tapped the microphone lightly.

The voices in the banquet hall were noisy, it seemed that everyone was unwilling to give up the young man who looked like a banished fairy so easily.

"Four million and ten thousand!"

Finally someone couldn't hold back and raised the price again.

If there is a first, there is a second.

"450!"

Seeing these people getting more and more crazy, Qi Ji who was standing next to Hu Peng gasped in shock, and sighed softly:

"I don't even have a penny from Xiaoban now."

"450, is there anything higher than 450?"

Zhao Guanhan's voice trembled with excitement.

Tonight's task has been successfully completed, and this charity gala is simply the most vigorous one he has been in the business for more than 20 years.

So fucking brutal.

The price of a dance can soar.

If this class really went to sea, wouldn't it be...

Thinking about these things, Zhao Guanhan raised his chin and scanned the crowd in the banquet hall, ready to strike the final blow:

"Then, the dance of the small class will be 450 two..."

Everyone sighed with regret one after another, and when they looked at the man who called out 450 million, the emotions in their eyes were both envy and hatred.

The word "ten thousand" in Zhao Guanhan's mouth has not yet been uttered.

I only heard a faint young male voice coming from the middle and back of the seat:

"800."

"scare--"

"Fuck me."

"Who?!"

More than half of the people sitting in the original place stood up from their seats and looked towards the source of the voice in disbelief, as if they wanted to be the first to see the appearance of the bidder.

Ban Zhun was a little far away from the last row, and because he was blindfolded, he could barely hear the exclamation of other people, and the three words "800 million" that he couldn't believe after hearing it.

Zhao Guanhan, who was holding the microphone, couldn't regain his senses for a long time. He didn't stammer and finish the next process until he heard a reminder sound in his ear.

Obviously, once the price of 800 million yuan comes out, there will naturally be no more crazy price hikers rushing forward without thinking.

"Let's congratulate the one who won the ownership of Xiao Ban Zong's dance at a price of 800 million...uh..."

Zhao Guanhan didn't know this young man. After he stretched his neck to see the man's face clearly, he couldn't call his name except he was amazed.

This person is naturally Rong Qian.

Coming to this kind of occasion and doing these hypocritical and flattering things made him feel very boring.

He has saved a lot of money, although it is less than [-] million, so charity must be done, but Rong Qian disdains this method.

But ever since he learned that Ban Zhun was the last one drawn, Rong Qian's brows had already frowned involuntarily.

If this happened to someone else, he thought it would be a show to watch, but if it fell on Ban Zhun...

But he suddenly felt that 800 million was compared with the dignity of the person in front of him.

It's really nothing.

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Ban Zhun's skin was particularly prone to redness and chapping.

When Hu Penggouyou got him out, he didn't even have time to apply hand cream. At this time, the back of his hand was slightly red with cold, and even started to itch.

Seeing that his partner hadn't moved for a long time, Ban Zhun couldn't help pursing his lips in embarrassment and dawdled lightly.

Although the same sex is legal, after all, the acceptance is still disgusting in the eyes of these capitalists who maintain traditional thinking.

"I'm sorry, it's just a game, just let it go." Ban Zhun comforted softly.

But the person in front of him didn't respond.

When people are embarrassed, they will subconsciously move to places they think are safe.

Ban Zhun couldn't see his eyes, so he could only move his toes slightly, and retreated a little behind him.

So when someone held his finger, he was suddenly taken aback.

After curling up his fingertips and getting used to it for a while, Ban Zhun inexplicably felt that the temperature of this hand was a little familiar.

But even if he was killed, he didn't dare to guess that this person was Rong Qian.

Ban Zhun would rather believe that Hu Penggouyou, who loves to watch him, took pictures of his dance, and it is impossible to believe that Rongqian, who regards money as his life, spent the 800 million for him.

But Hu Penggouyou was standing beside him, dancing with his dance partner tonight.

Who is this big shot in front of him?

Could it be that his father is here too?

With an attitude of giving it a try, Ban Zhun carefully squeezed the tiger's mouth holding his wrist.

Rong Qian looked at him wonderingly: "???"

The skin is tight and elastic, unlike an old father who can only make dumplings in his old age.

is a young man.

Melodious dance music poured out slowly in the banquet hall.

Ban Zhun sensed that the man in front of him was a little taller than himself, so he began to take a female step very sensiblely and consciously, cooperating with the tall man who put his hands on his waist.

If you don't talk, don't talk, maybe you are a shy master, but after all, you have relieved yourself, and Ban Zhun is still very grateful to him.

Seeing the young man with his head slightly shrunk, obediently led by him to dance, Rong Qian suddenly thought of quail.

For a moment, he couldn't help but let out a muffled laugh.

Ban Zhun was blindfolded, so he couldn't see that Rong Qian's smile came from his eyes at this time. He thought there was something funny about himself or on his face, so he subconsciously asked:

"Is... is it dirty somewhere?"

Only then did Rong Qian realize that the person in front of him was Ban Zhun, so he immediately stopped smiling and ignored him.

But seeing that Ban Zhun was still cautiously tilting his head and waiting for his answer, Rong Qian reluctantly replied in a cold voice: "No."

"Oh." Ban Zhun nodded, relieved, then nervously licked his slightly pale lips, and added vaguely, "Thank you."

Then he struggled to follow Rong Qian's dance steps, feeling suspicious in his heart.

Although the man didn't say a few words to him, why did the voice sound so familiar.

Thinking of Hu Peng's advice to him, Ban Zhun adjusted his breathing silently, and finally, after a few rounds of panting, he bravely spoke to the man in front of him who was holding his hand:

"Are you sick? Why are you sweating?"

He felt that his palm was getting wet gradually, so he was a little surprised.

Taking advantage of overlapping dance steps, Ban Zhun cautiously moved a little closer to Rong Qian, and said in a low voice, "I know a very powerful Chinese medicine doctor who can help you adjust your body."

"Especially the kidneys."

Ban Zhun showed an inscrutable smile, and this bright smile was particularly vivid on his face covered with eyes.

"what?"

Seeing that Ban Zhun hadn't spoken for a long time, Rong Qian couldn't help being a little surprised when he said these confusing words as soon as he opened his mouth, so he asked.

Ban Zhun only knew that this person ignored him for a long time, but he just mentioned taking care of his body, and he took the initiative to talk to him. Such a development made Ban Zhun feel a little surprised.

It seems that the big guy's body is really not good.

Ban Zhun showed some pity and love to the young man holding his wrist.

"Kidney deficiency can be divided into yin deficiency and yang deficiency. I don't have extensive experience in this area, so I will take you to see him next time I have a chance."

"……you!"

Rong Qian finally understood the meaning of what Ban Zhun said just now, and couldn't help being angry and angry, wanting to throw him away directly, but also because at the banquet where everyone was watching, he couldn't directly tear his face with Ban Zhun.

Looking at the harmless, but treacherous and cunning face in front of him, Rong Qian subconsciously tightened his grip on Ban Zhun's wrist.

The young man's complexion changed suddenly, and even the tendons on the inside of his wrist trembled slightly.

"..."

Ban Zhun was in severe pain, he didn't know that a person could have such great strength.

But what made him even more confused was when did he offend this ancestor?

Watching the young man's ruddy lips being bitten gently, as if he was trying his best to endure something.

Only then did Rong Qian suddenly realize that his own strength might be unbearable for a thin frame like Ban Zhun's.

So he hurriedly let go of his hand, and raised his eyes to observe the changes in the young man's face.

Sure enough, Ban Zhun seemed relieved, and his expression returned to normal.

"Sorry, if you don't want me to go with you, I'll give you his contact information later, and you can mention me there."

Ban Zhun's health has never been very good, so he quite understands how embarrassing it is when someone pierces the window paper in bad health.

Rong Qian had never been so speechless in his life.

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At the end of the song, Ban Zhun was allowed by Zhao Guanhan to pull down the cloth in front of his eyes——

When he saw the person standing in front of him clearly, Ban Zhun was stunned on the spot.

In an instant, all kinds of complex emotions superimposed together surged in my heart.

The person who auctioned him off... turned out to be Rong Qian?

He's crazy?

But no matter how crazy he is, he can't make fun of his hard-earned money, right?

But these thoughts finally converged into one sentence——

The moment Rongqian Banzhun took off the blindfold, he couldn't help holding his breath.

What would Ben have to say to him?

Thank him for his words?

... He is not careless, but if he has to say something, he can forcefully say "You're welcome".

Rong Qian looked down at the young man who seemed to be gradually approaching him, and leaned his upper body towards him invisibly.

Ban Zhun leaned into Rong Qian's ear in a voice that no one else could hear, looking stingy and heartbroken:

"Where did you put the whole 800 million? Isn't it too extravagant?"

Rong Qian: "???"

Is this what he cares about?

The author has something to say:

The boss of the class: In order to humiliate me, he did not hesitate to throw 800 million in anger, awesome

Mrs. Ban: 800 million is worth it just to touch his wife's hand, hee hee

[I'm so hardworking, I'm so sleepy, woo woo, good night everyone, I want a comment from Muamuamua, muamuamua, oh~]