The Sand Sculpture Actor Awakens

Zhuo Meimei, who was busy by the sink, turned her head when she heard the movement, and only had time to see Rong Qian closing the bedroom door in a panic.

So he hurriedly put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, hurriedly walked towards the study, and shouted loudly while walking: "What's the matter, sure? Did you attack Jasper?"

Ever since her youngest son was in a car accident, Zhuo Meimei has always felt very uneasy in her heart.

She knew in her heart that Ban Zhun had been spoiled by her and Ban Jiang since he was a child. He had a rebellious personality and refused to obey discipline. Although he had no previous record of beating others, he always gave people the impression of being a reserve member of a detention center. .

Hearing Meimei Zhuo's voice, Ban Zhun, who was standing in the study, couldn't answer her at the top of his voice.

Not to mention whether he heard Zhuo Meimei's question clearly, just talking about the empty table in front of him, he himself has not calmed down yet.

While talking, Zhuo Meimei had already copied the antler model on the cabinet for decoration, strode into the study, and asked in a gentle tone:

"Quite sure, mom is asking you something, why don't you answer?"

"Mom, I didn't hear what you said just now, and, can you put that thing down..."

Ban prepares to take two steps back defensively.

His elder brother's main attack was to perfectly inherit the beautiful lady in front of him, and Ban Zhun really didn't dare to risk his life.

Zhuo Meimei always has extraordinary patience with Ban Zhun. If it were placed on Ban Chairman's body, the antlers might have been used as a washboard to kneel under his knees.

So I asked him again, "Did you hit Jasper? Did you hit him?"

Ban Zhun was taken aback.

He still has the guts to do something to that ancestor?

And the slightly dazed expression on his face was misinterpreted by Zhuo Meimei as a state of shamelessness after beating someone, and he couldn't help but burn with anger:

"You really dare to do it? There has never been a man in our class who dared to beat his wife! Little class promises you a bright future!"

"No, no, no," Ban Zhun's back was pressed against the wall, almost stuttering in fright, "He's a judo practitioner, how dare I fight him?!"

If he doesn't move, he locks his throat and grabs it, or submits it. He still wants to live for two more years.

Zhuo Meimei thought about it, put down the antlers in her hand calmly, pointed to the wound on Ban Zhun's hand, and changed the subject:

"Certainly, don't stick that Band-Aid for too long, the wound will be stuffy and airtight."

She really had nothing to do with her careless young son, so she could only tell him more tirelessly, even though he might find it annoying, she still had to say a few more words to impress him.

Ban Zhun stretched out his fingers and gestured to Zhuo Meimei:

"Mom, this is a Band-Aid, not a Band-Aid."

"Oh, what's the difference? They're all stuffy wounds."

Ban Zhun bent down to pick up the pen that fell on the floor when Rong Qian snatched the computer, and at the same time explained to Zhuo Meimei:

"Dear Ms. Zhuo Meimei, there are medicines for Band-Aids, and there are no medicines for Band-Aids. It doesn't matter if I use them now."

Zhuo Meimei nodded, knowing that Ban Zhun would not hurt herself for no reason, so she left the study with confidence, and before leaving, she told Ban Zhun:

"Certainly, you need to communicate with Jasper more. He is a few years younger than you, and his parents are not in China. You must not let him get depressed and sick."

Ban Zhun replied: "Well, I got it, Mom, I'll go find him right away."

By the way, let's talk about the computer.

Ban Zhun saw that Rong Qian didn't have any weird behaviors or reactions this morning, so he knew that he definitely didn't cause any substantial harm to Rong Qian last night, so he directly forgot about his monitoring in the study the back of the head.

But he has to get his computer back.

While Zhuo Meimei opened the balcony door to go out to see the scenery, Ban Zhun hurriedly took the undelivered glass of water, walked slowly to the door of Rong Qian's room, raised his hand and knocked lightly twice.

"Rong Qian...are you sleeping?"

Ban Zhun knew that what he said was nonsense, he just wanted to let Rong Qian know, lest Rong Qian think he was rude.

After all, there shouldn't be any young and vigorous young man who can sleep on the bed after stealing someone's computer...

"No."

Sure enough, a muffled answer came from inside immediately, as if he buried his head in the quilt.

Ban Zhun curled the corner of his mouth.

Sure enough, he is a child, and he is still snoozing.

"Then can I go in?"

Ban Zhun picked the band-aid on his fingertips, patiently waiting for Rong Qian's response.

His hearing is not as good as Rong Qian's, and he can't hear the sound of slipper walking to the door and opening the door keenly.

Just as Ban Zhun put his ear on the door and listened carefully, the bedroom door was suddenly opened from the inside. Ban Zhun didn't react, lost his center of gravity in an instant, and fell over.

"Eh!"

Ban Zhun was out of his wits, he wanted to lean over to one side, he would rather hit the ground than touch Rong Qian.

However, as soon as Rong Qian stretched out his hand, he easily grabbed the collar at the back of the man's neck, helping Ban Zhun to stand up straight again.

With a sound of "crash", the water in the cup splashed Rong Qian all over.

Rong Qian: "..."

This is the first time he has avenged his kindness.

Ban Zhun hurriedly pulled his sleeves to wipe Rong Qian's drenched front, and rubbed it all the way to his flat stomach, apologizing: "I'm sorry, I really didn't stand firm."

His movements were a little hasty, he just wanted to quickly absorb the moisture that hadn't penetrated into the fabric, so he didn't care about it and rubbed it in front of Rong Qian's body.

He didn't even notice that Rong Qian's ears had suddenly turned crimson, and his expression was as stiff as a duck struck by lightning.

"It's okay, don't do it."

Rong Qian straightened Ban Zhun's body, keeping him as far away from him as possible.

Hearing what he said, and combined with the somewhat resistant expression on the person's face, Ban Zhun hurriedly stopped his hands, cursing himself for being careless, but he didn't notice Rong Qian's disgust at all.

"Okay, okay," Ban Zhun tugged on the sleeves of his pajamas, which were also soaked, and smiled with some embarrassment, "You take it off in a while, and I'll wash it for you."

"No need." Rong Qian refused.

At the end, he took another look at Ban Zhun, "What are you doing in my room?"

"I'll get it..." Ban Zhun directly omitted the words "taken by you", and said to Rong Qian, "Computer."

I thought Rong Qian would have an embarrassing explanation, but unexpectedly, he glanced into the room calmly and said calmly:

"The internet in the study room is not good, I want to check some information."

Rong Qian pointed to the computer that he had placed on the desk in the bedroom, with a dignified and righteous attitude, "And... your computer has a virus."

"How come?"

Ban Zhun took two steps towards the desk suspiciously, wanting to check it out for himself.

But he was intercepted by Rong Qian who was also retreating and blocking his way forward:

"Probably you have a lot of vulgar stuff stored on your computer."

Speaking of this, Rong Qian still showed a look of embarrassment, as if he was always embarrassed for Ban Zhun, no matter how difficult it is to hold his head up.

Ban Zhun was speechless for a moment, unable to explain.

Because he knew that his previous self had read countless films, and although he had deleted seven or eight of them according to his intermittent memory a few days ago, no one could guarantee whether any of them slipped through the net.

At this time, being called out by Rong Qian in such a grand manner, Ban Zhun was inevitably ashamed, and was too embarrassed to speak again.

"Is there...is there?"

Seeing his expression, Rong Qian became more determined, and more assured that his reason was right.

Although I don't have this hobby, when Rong Qian was in high school, the boys in the class would often discuss these things jokingly, and said:

There is not a boy in this world who has a video that can be openly released to the public on the D drive of his computer.

"Maybe, I didn't see it too clearly," Rong Qian's mouth raised a faint smile, and he turned and pointed to the computer, "But I have restored it to its original state, so I can take it away."

Ban Zhun looked at him blankly: "Have you checked the information?"

Rong Qian was taken aback for a moment, then remembered the reason he had just found, subconsciously shook his head and said, "Not yet."

Then you said you can take it away?

Cooperate with you to pull the thread together, just to kill the virus with your own hands?

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After delivering the dumplings, the Ban family couple had successfully completed the task. After Ban Jiang got up after taking a nap, Zhuo Meimei, under the respectful farewell of the two children, pushed the sleepy-eyed Chairman Ban to leave Ban Zhun. door.

When closing the door, Rong Qian heard her complaining in a low voice:

"You don't have any eyesight, just because you sleep here like a dead pig. You know that the two children can't get close because of you."

Hearing this, Rong Qian couldn't suppress the curvature of his lips, and couldn't help but lower his head and laugh.

Ban Zhun, who went back to the room to change his clothes, naturally did not see the smile on Rong Qian's face that was enough to make his hair stand on end.

Hearing Ban Zhun pull the zipper of his jacket, Rong Qian turned his head and looked at him.

The young man was wearing a black down jacket that reached below his knees, and walked out of the cloakroom with a slightly clumsy step.

Seeing Rong Qian looking at him, Ban Zhun casually said something to him:

"I'll go out for a while, you should study hard at home."

This is where to go.

"what?"

The voice of Ban Zhun turning around and asking back made Rong Qian realize that he had actually asked that sentence.

So he simply stopped pretending, and asked in a cold voice: "If I come back late, I may lock the door, so I will ask you in advance."

Rong Qian takes great satisfaction in his ability to always find a good reason quickly.

Ban Zhun scratched his earlobe, looked down at the watch on his wrist, and replied hesitantly:

"Ang... about ten o'clock in the evening... I'm going to two places in a while, so it may be a little later..."

"No," Rong Qian immediately interrupted him, "I'm going to lock the door at 07:30, because I didn't have a good rest last night, so I want to go to bed early today."

Ban Zhun reached into his down jacket, adjusted the tie underneath, and answered honestly:

"Then, if you think it's too late, I won't come back tonight to disturb your rest. I'll go directly to Ayou's house for the night..."

Is that worth it?

"No."

Rong Qian caught a glimpse of Ban Zhun wearing a neat suit under his down jacket, as if he was going to some formal occasion.

Or go drinking and socializing.

Ban Zhun was stunned: "Ah? Why not?"

Rong Qian had never spoken so many words to him before.

"Mom and Dad brought a lot of fresh vegetables today," Rong Qian found a very reluctant reason, "If you don't eat it, it will be a waste, because it may go bad tomorrow."

"No way," Ban Zhun felt that Rong Qian was a bit exaggerated, but he still didn't refute, and even found a meal friend for Rong Qian, "Then I'll ask Bu Jia to eat with you. He eats a lot, so he must not eat." It will be wasted."

Rong Qian: "..."

Stealing chickens will not lose rice.

Ban Zhun took the car keys and left the house in a crisp manner.

He still has to go to the hospital to visit Bai Zhi who has not recovered.

After buying a bunch of fruits in large and small bags, Ban Zhun saw a figure that surprised him before he entered the clinic area.

"...Rong Qian? Why are you here?"

Shouldn't he be studying at home?

Why did you come here.

But after thinking about it, Ban Zhun immediately understood Rong Qian's purpose for coming to the hospital.

He also said that he didn't like Bai Zhi, so he came here secretly.

Seeing this scene, Ban Zhun took it to heart.

It happened that I could borrow the donkey from the slope and let them chatter, and my laser cannon could retreat honorably.

Rong Qian was caught by Ban Zhun who was carrying the fruit, and before he had time to be embarrassed, he heard his question, so he replied indifferently: "Let's go for a walk."

Ban Zhun: "???"

I went for a walk in the hospital more than 30 kilometers away from my home...

However, Ban Zhun didn't intend to expose Rong Qian's little thoughts, so he agreed:

"Yeah, it's good to take more walks, can you do me a favor by the way?"

Rong Qian looked at him and acquiesced to his request.

Ban Zhun sniffed. The smell in the hospital made him feel a little uncomfortable. He walked over slowly and handed the fruit to Rong Qian:

"Help me send these things to Bai Zhi. I still have something to do, so I'll leave first."

Then you can do whatever you want.

After Ban Zhun finished speaking, he grabbed the hem of his coat and hurriedly disappeared from Rong Qian's sight.

Although Rong Qian hated Bai Zhi, he still wanted to clarify the matter.

Even if Ban Zhun admits that he likes him in front of Mrs. Ban, this Bai Zhi is still like a big rock in Rong Qian's heart.

Besides himself, it was the first person who could make Ban Zhun miss him so much.

Rong Qian carried the fruit and walked into Bai Zhi's ward under the guidance of the nurse.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Bai Zhiquan thought that he had promised himself on WeChat in the morning that he would come to the hospital today to see that his shift had arrived, so he yelled sweetly:

"Brother Zhun, you left before I woke up yesterday."

After this near-death fire incident, Bai Zhi has completely surrendered to Ban Zhun's courage and kindness.

He no longer has the idea of ​​taking advantage of his popularity and resources, and he only wants to see Ban Zhun twice a day, which is already his blessing.

So after hearing the sound, he immediately sat up from the hospital bed and looked towards the door.

Bai Zhi's good-looking protagonist is configured, and he looks more and more likable the more he looks at it.

However, Rong Qian was not interested in this.

Hearing Bai Zhi's name called Ban Zhun, he sneered in his heart with disdain, and opened his long legs to let Bai Zhi see his face.

The smile on the corner of Bai Zhi's mouth froze, "...Why is it you? Where's Brother Zhun?"

Rong Qian put down the fruit with a calm expression on his face: "He didn't come, he was too tired last night."

Bai Zhi bit his lip lightly, unwilling to say: "It's up to you?"

Rong Qian replied indifferently: "It's up to me."

He must have done it on purpose.

Brother Zhun doesn't like his type at all.

Bai Zhi adjusted his posture, raised his pointed chin, and thanked him politely:

"Thank you so much, Mr. Rong, for making a special trip for 'Brother Zhun' and for 'me'."

The accent in his words is very tricky, so that people can know the main point he wants to express when they hear it.

Without raising his head, Rong Qian tidied up the coat that Ban Zhun had left here yesterday, without even looking at Bai Zhi on the bed:

"You're welcome, this is what you should thank."

Bai Zhi: "..."

He is not very young, but he has a sharp tongue when he speaks.

Bai Zhi wants to explain to Rong Qian again the type of man Ban Zhun likes, so that this little brat quits:

"Mr. Rong, don't blame me for talking bluntly..."

This time Rong Qian raised his head and looked at Baizhi very face-saving, and his voice was always cold and serious:

"Then don't blame me for being heavy-handed."

Bai Zhi: "..."

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As soon as he left the gate of the hospital, Rong Qian received a call from Zhen Bujia.

What is he calling for.

Rong Qian hesitated for a moment, then connected the phone.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Rong." Before Rong Qian could say anything, Zhen Bujia hastily explained his point of view to him apologetically, "I probably won't be able to have dinner with you tonight."

Rong Qian: "???"

When did someone beg you for dinner?

Zhen Bujia's greatest strengths and weaknesses are the same two words - talking too much.

Rong Qian frowned and was about to hang up the inexplicable call when he heard Zhen Bujia continue saying:

"Mr. Rong, other than that, can I ask you one thing."

According to Zhen Bujia's usual attitude towards him, Rong Qian didn't think he dared to bother him easily, and it must have something to do with Ban Zhun.

So he asked patiently, "What's the matter?"

Hearing his answer, Zhen Bujia breathed a sigh of relief, "Mr. Rong, the driver Xiao Liu who was going to the hotel to pick up Brother Zhun home suddenly had an emergency at home, and I am talking to Brother Zhun about an important matter." cooperation, so..."

Rong Qian didn't talk too much nonsense, "Which hotel?"

Zhen Bujia was surprised that Rong Qian agreed so readily, so he stammered a few sentences before speaking:

"Hui Ming, Hui Ming Hotel, Brother Zhun is talking about things there."

Ban Zhun got used to being a young master. When he came out of the hotel, he saw his car, opened the back door and got in.

He lowered his head and sighed tiredly, and while taking off his suit jacket, he tore off the tie around his neck, then fell heavily on the back seat, and said to the driver in a hoarse voice:

"Walk."

Rong Qian sat in the driver's seat and saw Ban Zhun's whole movements in the rearview mirror, so he could see that he was in a bad mood.

And at a glance, I know that I have not drank less wine.

He asked in a low voice, "Going home?"

When he heard Rong Qian's voice at first, Ban Zhun felt puzzled, and quickly opened his eyes to look at the driver's seat, and found that it was indeed Rong Qian.

He was startled, and immediately sat up straight from the back seat with his elbows propped up, then straightened the loose shirt collar, cleared his throat, and asked, "...how is it you? Where's Xiao Liu?"

Rong Qian's eyes darkened.

Can you take off like this in front of Xiao Liu, can you show your relaxed state without any scruples?

Seeing the young man's eyes flushed with fatigue, Rong Qian didn't want to distract him any more, so he said slowly, "Xiao Liu's mother is sick, so please let me pick you up."

I thought that after explaining this to Ban Zhun, I could drive home with peace of mind. Unexpectedly, Ban Zhun frowned slightly, and asked unwillingly, "What about Xiao Wang? Can't he come to pick me up too? Or is it Lao Qin? There is my elder brother's driver Xiao Fang, tsk, Xiao Liu should call Uncle Zhao, Uncle Zhao must have a solution."

Hearing Ban Zhun muttering to himself while leaning on the back seat, Rong Qian knew what he meant no matter how dull he was.

The co-author is that anyone other than yourself can come and pick him up, right?

Thinking of this, Rong Qian also lost his temper. With a sneer, he shifted back to P gear, pulled down the handbrake, and turned to Ban Zhun and said:

"Then go back by yourself."

That's what he said, but Rong Qian had no intention of getting out of the car at all, and just waited for Ban Zhun to say something like "It's cold, I want to go home" in a soft tone like he did when he drank too much last night.

however--

"Then how do you go home?"

Ban Zhun actually really thought about it this way, and even cared about Rong Qian who was worried about not having a car to go home.

Rong Qian almost laughed at him.

How did this kind of IQ who couldn't tell the truth or lie from others manage to get along in the treacherous business circle like a fish in water?

"I crawl back."

Rong Qian glared at him angrily, put the D gear on and continued driving, while checking the rearview mirror from time to time to see if the people in the back seat were curled up in pain like they usually do after drinking.

Ban Zhun's drinking capacity has gradually returned to its former style under the recent frequent experience.

Even if he drank twice the amount of Director Song Siming's, he could still walk straight out of the hotel box without changing his face.

Except for the mild dizziness, Ban Zhun didn't feel any discomfort.

Today, the driver drove the car that Ban Zhun didn't take much on weekdays, and the car perfume inside made Ban Zhun feel a little uncomfortable.

Rarely even nauseous.

Ban Zhun pressed down the car window and put his forehead against the window frame to blow the cold wind to relieve his discomfort.

After the Spring Festival, the temperature still hasn’t warmed up. Rong Qian saw the rear window of the car was opened wide open by Ban Zhun indifferently. windows.

Ban Zhun's stomach was churning again and he felt uncomfortable, but seeing that Rong Qian closed the car windows so tightly, he assumed that Rong Qian was afraid of the cold, so he didn't lower the car windows any more, and forced himself to lie on the back seat and endure the cold. Nausea.

The phone in the jacket pocket vibrated.

Ban Zhun touched the phone with his eyes closed, and connected without looking at it: "Hello, who is there?"

"Brother Zhun, how did your talk with Director Song go today?"

Zhen Bujia's concerned voice came from the other end of the phone.

He clamored early in the morning that he wanted to go to see Song Siming with Ban Zhun, but Ban Zhun rejected his request directly, saying that he only needed to go there by himself.

"These fucking old perverts," Ban Zhun scolded without thinking, and suddenly saw Rong Qian looking towards him in the rearview mirror, and immediately lowered his volume, "Go back and tell you, I'm on my way home now."

Rong Qian frowned.

Pervert?

Could it be that Ban Zhun was bullied at this banquet?

Was it being touched or being teased with words.

"If you find it inconvenient, I'll get out of the car and come up after you finish speaking."

With that said, Rong Qian slowed down the speed of the car, making a gesture to pull the handbrake.

Although he has already made all the preparations for parking, Rong Qian knew that Ban Zhun would not let himself get out of the car to be frozen in this weather, so he used this reason to urge Ban Zhun to put the car in the car. This matter was explained to Zhen Bujia.

It is also good for him to know the truth of the matter in the first place.

"Hey, Brother Zhun, Mr. Rong is here too?" Zhen Bujia keenly caught Rong Qian's voice, and said to Ban Zhun with a smile, "Mr. Rong is really kind of targeting Brother Zhun."

Ban Zhun was worried that Zhen Bujia's life would be lost, so he hurriedly interrupted his behavior, which was very likely to utter wild words: "Yes, Xiao Liu has something to do today, so he didn't come to pick me up."

The subtext was that Rong Qian was forced to pick him up, so don't talk too much when you call Zhen Bujia, and you don't even dare to mention Rong Qian's name.

Zhen Bujia judged the situation, and did not reveal to Ban Zhun that he asked Rong Qian to pick him up, and directly changed the subject:

"Brother Zhun, go on, Director Song and the others... No, what happened to those old perverts?"

Before going to the banquet, Ban Zhun always had a cooperative attitude, so unless it was absolutely necessary, he would never use such words to describe Song Siming.

They must have offended Ban Zhun.

"Fuck, forget it, a bunch of fucking beasts."

When Ban Zhun mentioned this matter, his chest heaved slightly with anger.

Rong Qian seldom heard Ban Zhun swearing at others, so he thought he was so annoyed that he said this recklessly.

Ban Zhun is not a slow-witted person, he leaned on the car door, his voice hoarse, "The old bastards, let me find some underage for them."

"Fuck, this is so fucking shameless, these old perverts."

Although Zhen Bujia loves to play, he always has a bottom line and pays the most attention to your love and my wishes. He has never even thought about such a conscienceless thing.

Unexpectedly, those frenzied old beasts would dare to make this request openly.

"I thought they were highly respected in this circle, and they were all sincere and pure artists. Now I see that I am such an idiot, and I still want to cooperate with this kind of thing."

Ban Zhun raised his hand and rubbed Jingming acupoint, then sighed again wearily.

"Then what are you going to do, Brother Zhun?"

"I kicked Song Siming under the table, he should be sent to the hospital now."

Ban Zhun opened his eyes, reached for a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed it with one hand and took a sip:

"You should investigate him carefully now, and then hold on to the evidence for the time being, and let audiences across the country get to know him well when his next play starts to be promoted."

"That's it." Zhen Bujia wrote down one by one, and then changed the subject with a smile, wanting to make Ban Zhun happy, "Brother Zhun, your bad news is over, and now I want to tell you a good news."

Zhen Bujia's voice carried the excitement of a money fan.

"I've been talking to director Qiao Musheng about his new drama all day today."

Hearing the words "Director Qiao Musheng", Ban Zhun's eyes lit up, and he immediately sat up from the back seat, his back straightened, "Really?"

Rong Qian glanced at him in the rearview mirror rather unexpectedly.

What was it talking about that made him so happy all of a sudden?

"Of course," Zhen Bujia became even more excited, "Director Qiao Musheng said that your voice is quite good, but the acting is not good."

After finishing speaking, as if worried about Ban Zhun losing his temper, Zhen Bujia hastily continued, "Hey, director Qiao Musheng, it's normal to say that anyone can't play well."

Unexpectedly, Ban Zhun obediently agreed, "It's true that I'm not good at acting, but Director Qiao really praised that my voice is still good?"

The look of anticipation on the young man's face was as pious as a puppy waiting to be fed with a rice bowl in its mouth.

"Of course, Brother Zhun, how could I lie to you?"

Hearing the joy in Ban Zhun's voice, Zhen Bujia was also very happy, and was about to add another joy, "Brother Zhun, the most important thing for us now is to let everyone, the audience, see your changes... "

Zhen Bujia's words almost failed to tell the truth about Ban Zhun's temperamental change after his car accident.

But Ban Zhun also understood, and even felt very grateful.

It was precisely because of his car accident that he brought new hope to those around him who were originally full of despair.

"Well, tell me."

Zhen Bujia's voice suddenly became obscene, "Brother Zhun, you won't wait for me to finish speaking, and then drive me away?"

"You've been doing well recently, Fanniu..."

Ban Zhun realized that these two words were considered sensitive words in front of him and Rong Qian, and hurriedly looked at the back of the person in front of him, explaining the full name stiffly:

"I mean the pink calf, the car, the beautiful one."

"I know, thank you brother Zhun, brother Zhun, I love you!"

Zhen Bujia was about to shed tears there, and before Ban Zhun scolded him, he reported concisely:

"Brother Zhun, I read a variety show script, which was very interesting, and director Qiao Musheng also nodded, telling me, this is a very good opportunity for you, brother Zhun, so I want to ask your opinion. "

As an excellent agent, Zhen Bujia will always talk about answering questions for the boss, without Ban Zhun asking questions, he has already started to say:

"It's a variety show, where you can show off your various skills, such as singing, dancing and playing the piano. I've already prepared the skills you want to show on the show for Brother Zhun. It will absolutely kill the audience."

Ban Zhun was surprised, "What skills, why don't I know?"

"Money ability, Brother Zhun!" Zhen Bujia shouted angrily.

Ban Zhun: "You mean, I'm really worthless except for money?"

Zhen Bujia: "..."

To be honest, Brother Zhun, I'd rather be as useless as you.

Ban Zhun weighed his current degree of being hacked. If he didn't show his real personality, no matter how much he improved his acting skills, he would not be able to win back the popularity of the audience.

But he has never been in contact with variety shows, and he doesn't know this shooting mode...

"Then what am I doing when others are singing, dancing and playing the piano?"

Ban Zhun licked his lips in confusion, and asked sincerely: "I give red envelopes to people? Will it appear a little crazy?"

Besides... isn't this the same as Jinbihuanghuang's previous mode of operation, and won't it break the law?

"Brother Zhun, now...uh..."

Zhen Bujia seemed to have an unspeakable secret, and suddenly groaned.

"Say."

Ban Zhun was used to his attitude.

"Uh...Brother Zhun, this is a love variety show, and you need to bring your wife, so maybe...you and Mr. Rong are...to be on the show together." Zhen Bujia said awkwardly.

Rong Qian, who was driving in the front seat, immediately perked up his ears.

And this good thing?

"Ah? No, no, no," Ban Zhun quickly glanced at the back of Rong Qian's head, "No, no, no."

Rong Qian's eyes sank.

...Why can't it work.

Zhen Bujia also knew the reason why Ban Zhun said no, so he didn't persuade him any more, and just waited for Ban Zhun to make his own decision.

Ban Zhun pursed his lips and fell into thought.

This opportunity did not come easily, and he did not want to give up easily.

But Rong Qian...absolutely not.

"Hey? I have a solution!" Ban Zhun's eyes lit up.

Rong Qian looked at him through the rearview mirror, and there was a trace of unsearchable inquiry in his cold gaze.

Obviously still curious.

Ban Zhun was unaware of Rong Qian's reaction, and suddenly felt blessed: "The program team asked me to bring my wife to the variety show, so why don't I just bring someone along?"

Rong Qian frowned slightly.

casual?

Ban Zhun is too casual.

Zhen Bujia's scalp was numb: "Brother Zhun, it's a variety show for husband and wife, with a partner. Do you think you are wholesale plastic bags?"

Ban Zhun lay on his back sadly on the back seat of the car, blinking his eyes slowly:

"No, let me think about it first, can I give you an answer before tonight?"

Zhen Bujia said happily: "Of course, brother Zhun, did you drink a lot of wine again? You must have a good rest, wait for me to collect all the evidence, and teach those old beasts how to behave."

"okay."

Ban Zhun hung up the phone casually, and sighed after a while.

Rong Qian couldn't hold back his irritability, couldn't help slowing down the car, and asked seemingly casually:

"Couple variety show?"

Ban Zhun was recalling all kinds of little boys in his mind, and planned to randomly select one of them to accompany him on the show, and reward him with huge rewards.

Hearing Rong Qian's question, although he was a little puzzled, he still nodded and said:

"Ang? Yes."

After answering Rong Qian, Ban Zhun saw that he didn't respond, so he withdrew his attention and thought about possible candidates.

Niu Niu Didi has too many customers, and the sophistication in their eyes cannot deceive people.

Then... Wenwen?

He has recently changed to a new workplace, and his personality is different from other children, why not...

Thinking that it would be too late if he didn't say anything else, Rong Qian tightened his fingers on the steering wheel slightly, and asked casually:

"Aren't couple variety shows...should they be with legal partners?"

The author has something to say:

Wen Wen pulls hot pants: Look, brother Zhun, let me just say he likes you

Boss: If you talk nonsense again, you can go to the back kitchen to fetch slop for me

Mrs. Ben: Let them know who is the real wife

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