The Sand Sculpture Actor Awakens

[Yang Wenzhuo's eyes are full of "Fuck, I played so wild"]

【Hahahahaha, full of envy at the same time】

【Song Sihan: Are you thinking about peach】

Hearing Rong Qian's words that made no secret of the intimacy between him and Ban Zhun, the surprise in Bai Zhi's eyes was no longer enough to be described as shock.

He looked at Ban Zhun who was also looking at Rong Qian in disbelief, moved his lips slightly, and broke the silence: "...Brother Zhun."

【Little angel, stop being obsessed with a rotten man, he is not worthy】

Ban Zhun's eyes stopped on the red mark on Rong Qian's neck, and he couldn't remember what the red mark had to do with him.

Seeing that Ban Zhun didn't seem to want to admit that it was his hickey, Rong Qian's eyes flashed a hurt look, he loosened his collar, turned around and said to Ban Zhun in a gentle voice:

"Brother Zhun, don't be angry, I will never stain your tie again."

The guests who had already been petrified seemed to be hit by a thunderbolt on the basis of this, and they were all stunned and looked at each other in blank dismay.

Suddenly, Bai Zhi's identity changed from a sweet little angel to a third party in the eyes of everyone. It was because of his arrival that Rong Qian, who was determined to follow Ban Zhun, was greatly traumatized.

The barrage is even more chaotic, like a duck rushing out of the fence and rushing to the pond:

【Fuck me, Ban Zhun played too wildly, too fucking poking me xp】

[I used to look down on men who ate soft rice, now I look down on myself, I can't let men eat soft rice]

【White is a bit too much】

【I really envy Ban Zhun, who can find such a treasure as Jasper】

[Actually, if you want to say envy, I envy Jasper even more]

Realizing that if this situation continues, I may soon be interviewed by relevant departments.

Tang Li hurriedly gestured to Han Jianmeng at a blind spot where the camera couldn't shoot, telling him to stop being dazed and bring the rhythm back quickly.

"There are still 4 minutes, ladies and gentlemen, hurry up," Han Jian patted Bai Zhi's shoulder, and turned his attention away from Ban Zhun, "Here, here, I'll give you this cucumber. "

【Teacher Han, what does this mean hahaha】

【Hahaha fuck, I also think this cucumber is very meaningful】

Bai Zhi thanked him politely, put the cucumber into his small basket, and poked Ban Zhun's arm obediently: "Brother Zhun, it will be over in 3 minutes."

Only then did Ban Zhun recover from his sluggishness, he glanced at Rong Qian's neck which had been covered by his collar again, squatted down and carried two cabbages into the basket, and then just stared at Rong Qian without raising his head. While dumping vegetables into the basket, while satisfied with his work efficiency, he also secretly thought about how to communicate with Rong Qian without embarrassment.

He knew that Rong Qian said those words on purpose to gain favor with the audience for himself. After all, today's netizens are very fond of kowtowing CP. be forgiven.

So Rong Qian just helped him no matter whether he wanted to or not.

But Ban Zhun still couldn't remember how the red mark on Rong Qian's neck came about.

According to Rong Qian's force value, it is impossible for him to get within one meter of him, so how could he allow himself to use violence on his neck.

Ban Zhun was really puzzled, so he could only put down his doubts for now, thinking to mention this matter to Rong Qian again during dinner.

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After all the guests came out of the vegetable shed, the program team saw that the number of online viewers had reached a record high again, so they greedily asked the staff to find the agents of the guests and use this high-profile reason to persuade them. The actors agreed to go live.

Long before Ban Zhun participated in this program, Zhen Bujia had already grasped the true thoughts of his boss in the communication with Ban Zhun.

Ban Zhun wants to clear himself of the insults and abuse he has been attacked by netizens, so he can only use the form of reality shows to show the most authentic self to the audience. He looks forward to using this method to achieve a chance to regain his place in the circle.

Therefore, when Zhen Bujia received the request from the program group, he agreed directly according to Ban Zhun's previous intention, and agreed on behalf of Rongqian.

After Tang Li got the approval of all the managers, he threw off his arms and wanted to do a big job. He personally explained to the cameramen who should take more shots, and what points to pay attention to in the storyboard.

The short vegetable picking activity ended soon, and all the guests returned to their small courtyards to start preparing dinner.

Yang Wenzhuo didn't care about picking vegetables because he was concentrating on watching the excitement of the class in the vegetable greenhouse, so he just squatted on the potato field at his feet, digging a few potatoes and throwing them into the vegetable basket from time to time.

So much so that he completely forgot that the ingredients he and Song Sihan got at this time were all their food sources for the next three days.

Regardless of the live broadcast, Song Sihan pointed at Yang Wenzhuo's nose and cursed furiously:

"I think you're going crazy. Everyone has picked a bunch of vegetables and fruits with beautiful colors and balanced nutrition. It's good for you. Give me back five or six catties of potatoes. You can eat them!"

[Hahahahahahaha, Yang Wenzhuo is the source of my happiness, it’s so funny, five or six catties of potatoes forced my wife’s Northeast dialect to come out]

"Bang bang—"

The wooden door, which was not made of heavy material, was knocked twice from the outside.

Song Sihan immediately stopped speaking, and his tone became gentle: "Who is it?"

[Hahahahaha, Yang Wenzhuo's expression looks like he saw a ghost]

[Yang Wenzhuo: The clown is actually myself]

"Sister Han, do you and brother Zhuo want to change vegetables? I see that you have taken a lot of potatoes."

Ban Zhun's voice came through the door.

Seeing the savior coming, Song Sihan's eyes lit up, and while going to open the door for Ban Zhun, she complained to her husband:

"Can I trade it with you? Zhun, we have so many potatoes that we can use them as weapons."

Ban Zhun was holding a chubby Chinese cabbage in his hand, combined with his blushing face from the cool air, he looked exactly like a doll with New Year pictures pasted on the wall during the Chinese New Year.

【Mist grass, he is so cute, he looks like a good fortune boy】

[Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Yo, Chinese cabbage, I like Chinese cabbage the most."

Song Sihan was surprised.

[Song Sihan: I like everything except potatoes]

"But sister Han, I may need you to exchange for living expenses, hehe."

Ban Zhun blinked at Song Sihan, and glanced at Yang Wenzhuo's shrunken pocket.

【A profit-seeking businessman, a blood-sucking capitalist】

[I misread him, cute ass]

The program group will distribute 50 yuan to the couples as living expenses every day.

In this era of inflation, 50 yuan seems like an insult to these entertainers who spend their money freely.

But in this cold and twelfth lunar month, even if they have living expenses, these pampered insiders will never brave the wind and snow to go to the supermarket two kilometers away to buy non-essential goods.

However, Ban Zhun's philosophy is different from theirs. Fly legs are also meat. It is a good thing to exchange a lot of fruits and vegetables in your hands for living expenses.

Yang Wenzhuo immediately covered his pocket: "Honey, don't fall into his tricks, he just wants to steal our money."

【Hurry up and hit him with your potato chips】

"Go to the other side!"

Song Sihan's eyes straightened, and Yang Wenzhuo didn't dare to say anything.

【Hahahahaha fuck, fuck xswl】

Ban Zhun took out another big white radish from the pocket of his heavy down jacket, and handed it to Song Sihan with a smile, letting her follow it first. in the arms.

【God, how skinny is he? When you take out a carrot, there are actually two eggplants, awesome】

【It's just that he doesn't have fat, his waist and abdomen are flat】

"A total of 30 yuan will be charged to you, isn't it much? Cabbage is very valuable this season."

Ban Zhun sniffed and rubbed his hands that were slightly soiled expectantly.

Song Sihan reached out and took out a handful of change from his pocket.

As if worried that they would not understand why he wanted cash, Ban Zhun tucked up his collar, pointed in the direction of the distant store, and said a little embarrassedly:

"I just heard from a resident here that there is a new supply of Jiwei shrimp in the supermarket. I want to buy some for Rong Qian, who is still growing."

【fuck me】

[There is an indescribable feeling, why am I still a little moved]

【It's snowing outside, is he going to brave the snow to buy shrimp?】

[Listen carefully to his voice and his nasal sound, it should be because he has a cold]

【Deserve it, work fine】

The couples had already returned to their yard in pairs. If Bai Zhi followed Ban Zhun again, he would be a little blind, so he followed Han Jian to the lounge on the second floor where the director team was, and waited. When the opportunity arises, go talk to Ban Zhun again.

With 130 yuan in exchange for going door-to-door, Ban Zhun wrapped himself up tightly and walked back to the small courtyard from the wind and snow.

I don't know what happened on the way, but Ban Zhun has unilaterally cut off the camera lens of the photographer and told him to go back to the landlord's compound first and not to follow him.

After entering the room, Ban Zhun saw that Rong Qian seemed to be studying in the bedroom, so he didn't go in to disturb him. He went to the cooking table with the fresh shrimps that were still alive just now, shook his hands that were numb from the cold, and prepared to cook dinner.

The bedroom door was opened from the inside, and Rong Qian's figure appeared at the door.

"How did you get out?"

Seeing Rong Qian coming out of the bedroom, Ban Zhun immediately turned around in embarrassment.

Rong Qian didn't answer his question, his eyes flicked over Ban Zhun's flushed back, and he asked, "Where have you been?"

The tip of Ban Zhun's nose turned red from the cold outside, so lying naturally wouldn't work, "I'm going to buy something."

He didn't want Rong Qian to see that his knees were mixed with snow and mud, so he continued to urge him:

"Hurry up and study in the room. The new semester has just started. You have to make up the missed classes and grasp the progress of this semester. Don't be careless and prepare for the graduate school."

When Ban Zhun said these words, it was all based on his previous experience. Thinking of the efforts he had made before his graduate studies, he wanted to pass on all these skills to Rong Qian.

The young man's eyes, which were still full of tiredness just now, became bright, giving people a hint of being willing to indulge in it for no reason.

"Go ahead, I'll make dinner."

Rong Qian had never had a meal cooked by Ban Zhun before. Seeing his eagerness to try, he couldn't help but look forward to it. In addition, he was discussing an important matter with Nian Anton, so he really didn't have time to prepare dinner, so he went to Zhao Banzhun nodded, turned and went back to the bedroom.

Ban Zhun was busy for more than an hour, and finally turned the dishes in the recipe into reality.

"Rong Qian, it's time to eat."

Rong Qian delayed for a while before coming out of the bedroom.

"Boiled shrimp, open back shrimp in tomato sauce."

Ban Zhun unbuttoned the apron, and at the same time lifted the lid covering the plate, looking nervously at Rong Qian's expression.

This meal tonight is his expression of gratitude to Rong Qian for maintaining his single-minded image in front of the audience.

Rong Qian took the chopsticks, trying not to let his slightly trembling fingers be noticed by Ban Zhun, and sat down opposite Ban Zhun, picked up a shrimp that Ban Zhun had peeled off its shell, and put it in his mouth to chew.

Ban Zhun sat opposite him, holding his chopsticks and staring at Rong Qian's face earnestly, waiting for his evaluation.

"It was delicious."

Rong Qian didn't dare to comment on these two dishes, he was afraid that after seeing the satisfied smile on the silly sea otter's face, he would rush over to kiss him irresistibly.

Originally, he wanted to talk to Rong Qian about what happened in the vegetable greenhouse during the day, but seeing Rong Qian's indifferent face, Ban Zhun's courage that he finally mustered disappeared again, and he could only eat sullenly and honestly.

He is allergic to seafood, so he can only eat mashed potatoes made from two potatoes brought back from Song Sihan.

Rong Qian was a little surprised by Ban Zhun's craftsmanship.

He thought that this proud young master couldn't cook at all, but he didn't expect that the appearance and taste were comparable to those in the hotel.

But during the meal, the conversation between the two was still nothing, and it could even be said that there was almost no communication.

After dinner, Rong Qian still went back to the bedroom to study. Ban Zhun was worried about disturbing him, so he sat on the sofa in the living room with a book, and didn't go back to the bedroom until it was time to sleep.

In this dull and depressing atmosphere, Ban Zhun was lying on the edge of the bed with his quilt in his arms, quietly waiting for Rong Qian to fall asleep.

It is estimated that Rong Qian was tired during the day, and the cold has not recovered quickly, so the movement of the supervisor when he fell asleep and got up from the bed did not wake him up.

Ban Zhun slipped to the sofa, took out the laptop and folders from his bag, recalled Rong Qian's sleep quality which was extremely easy to be woken up by him on weekdays, so he couldn't help but lighten his steps and tiptoe out of the bedroom.

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Having not been touched by the young man's cool fingers during the night, Rong Qian finally woke up from his sleep after tossing and turning several times.

However, as soon as he opened his eyes, he found that the bed beside him had become empty, and there was not even a trace of warmth from someone lying on it.

Rong Qian frowned slightly.

Where did the sea otter go.

Rong Qian slipped on his slippers and opened the bedroom door, his eyes fell on the sofa in the living room with only one desk lamp on.

I saw Ban Zhun curled up in a ball, lying on the sofa and sleeping soundly, with a thin quilt covering his stomach, which seemed to have no function of keeping warm.

Several documents were randomly spread on the table, and some even slipped to the ground.

Next to the computer are two cans of coffee that have been emptied long ago.

Rong Qian knew that Ban Zhun was dedicated to his work, but with this level of desperation, it was really hard for people to agree that such an approach was correct.

Don't you want your body?

With the sound of "click", Rong Qian quickly lifted the thing he stepped on, looked down, and found that it was still an empty coffee can, lying alone on the ground, shrunken by Rong Qian's trample.

Hearing the sound, Ban Zhun seemed to be startled, his thin shoulders trembled slightly, and he was about to wake up.

Rong Qian leaned over and lightly touched the young man's smooth forehead, only to find that the silly sea otter had opened his eyes and was looking at him in a daze.

Although he knew he couldn't see, Rong Qian still felt a little guilty, and pressed Ban Zhun's shoulder preemptively:

"I woke up and saw that you were not on the bed, so I came out to check, but you came to grab my hand and didn't let me go back to the house."

Ban Zhun fell into a dazed sleep, leaned on his arms and sat up from the sofa, scratched his earlobes, and struggled to analyze the meaning of Rong Qian's words.

He grabbed Rong Qian and didn't let go?Not so.

But maybe, after all, he can always hurt Rong Qian, such as hurting Rong Qian's lips before, or this time the suspected...hickey mark.

Ban Zhun's heart was a little confused.

He is blind, but not stupid. The red marks on Rong Qian's neck are clearly hickey marks.

And Rong Qian can't lie, he must have done something vicious to him while he was drunk.

"There's nothing in the fridge."

Rong Qian went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, and found that there were no other ingredients that could be eaten except for a few bags of traditional Chinese medicine.

Hearing Rong Qian's disappointed voice, Ban Zhun hurriedly looked away from the computer screen, stood up from the sofa, walked to Rong Qian with his slippers on, and asked with concern:

"Are you hungry? I'll go to the director's group and get you something to eat?"

The child is still growing, so it is pitiful to wake up hungry in the middle of the night.

With that said, Ban Zhun was about to grab the down jacket and put it on, ready to go.

"I'm not hungry." Rong Qian frowned and grabbed Ban Zhun's wrist, startled by the cold temperature on the young man's wrist, "Are you having a fever again?"

Ban Zhun was very surprised, and said with a smile, "How could it be so cold when I have a fever? I just slept here for a while, the temperature outside must be lower after all, and it will be fine in a while."

Fortunately, he also knew that his body temperature was abnormally cold.Rong thought to himself.

Ban Zhun pulled his wrist back from Rong Qian's hand, and rubbed his cold palms, "Go back to sleep, I can go back to sleep after repairing those documents."

"Go back to sleep now," Rong Qian's voice was cold and firm, "otherwise I will call grandma early tomorrow morning."

At night, people's emotions would be extra sensitive, but when he was off duty, he would become even more dull because of his weak eyesight.

So much so that after hearing Rong Qian's caring enough to reveal his state of mind, Ban Zhun was only slightly surprised, and because of his troubled state, he didn't get too entangled, nodded, and said obediently:

"...Okay then, I'll get up early tomorrow and do it again, so as not to disturb your rest when I'm done in a while."

Rong Qian was used to his way of speaking that he was always worried that he would affect others, so he didn't explain too much to him, and walked in front of him, signaling Ban Zhun to come in quickly.

Rong Qian, who finally got his wish and hugged the sleeping sea otter, was very satisfied, and before Ban Zhun woke up, he hugged him tightly like a koala wrapped around a tree trunk and refused to let go.

Ban Zhun doesn't sleep well, and often kicks Rong Qian in the stomach.

But tonight was as quiet as if someone had been knocked out.

Rong Qian was very curious about this.

At the same time, Ban Zhun suddenly curled up his legs, retracted above the quilt, and directly pushed his knees against Rong Qian's arms, causing Rong Qian's elbows to go numb.

Rong Qian: "..."

When he touched Ban Zhun's cold legs, Rong Qian immediately frowned and pressed his knees, trying to warm him up, but he heard Ban Zhun snort, "...hiss."

Rong Qian was keenly aware of the abnormality, touched the phone, reached into the bed, and turned on the flashlight.

After seeing clearly the large group of bruises on the young man's knee, Rong Qian finally found it difficult to suppress the soreness in his heart.

His heart ached so much, he stared at the bruise for a long time, then bowed his head gently and reverently, and kissed it lightly.

Silly sea otter.

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The remaining two days of recording passed quickly, and the depression in Rongqian's heart became more and more heavy because of Ban Zhun's more and more silence.

He decided to find a way to help himself out of trouble at this time.

The magnificent business space has a total area of ​​nearly 7000 square meters, 99 private rooms of various specifications, and there are also exclusive VIP areas, billiard areas, football machines, dart machines, restaurants, and professional entertainment for artists who frequent this place. The first-class personal recording studio is even equipped with a swimming pool at the level of a swimming pool, which is only provided for VIPs, bringing them a more diversified entertainment experience.

In addition, Fuliwang is also a high-end karaoke club with advanced 3D projection technology. The naked-eye 3D projection makes the effect of the bright and huge wall extremely outstanding. As for the color, high-resolution display, novel and rich technology Feeling is even more out of the question.

Due to these personalized creative conditions, Grandeur can meet the needs of various private parties, birthday parties, and corporate customers' brand image, so the scale is second to none in the entire Jinghai City.

Before the car accident, Ban Zhun always wanted to give his Baiyue Guangrongqian such a magnificent palace, so that Rongqian would have a steady stream of income even if he was lying at home.

Therefore, after being discharged from the hospital, Ban Zhun, who still gave the grandeur to Rongqian in accordance with the Old Testament, no longer classified this area under his own property, so he didn't come here much.

Naturally, he didn't know that Rong Qian had already thrived in this place where monsters, monsters, fish and dragons were mixed up, so Ban Zhun didn't need to worry at all.

Owning a high-end club of this level, and under the careful management of Rongqian, the average daily turnover has reached nearly 200 million yuan in just three months. On the premise of not doing dirty business, It is enough to make the industry jealous to the point of fury.

However, when Rong Qian came here today, he had something to do that had nothing to do with the work of the clubhouse.

Rong Qian turned his back to the respectful Zhang Lang, "Ask Wen Wen to come to my office."

However, before he finished speaking, he saw Wen Wen walking from the end of the corridor wearing a white shirt and carrying a silver plate.

Rong Qian waved his hand at Zhang Lang, signaling him to step back first.

"Mr. Rong," Wen Wen greeted Rong Qian with a smile, "Mr. Rong, why are you free to come here today?"

"I... want to ask you something."

There was an unnatural look on Rong Qian's face, as if there was something difficult to say that was stuck in his throat and he didn't say it.

The secret of Wenwen's bulging pockets is to read people's hearts. Seeing Rong Qian's appearance, he asked with a smile, "Is it about Brother Zhun?"

"No."

Rong Qian immediately retorted that he was worried that after he confessed, this slob would turn around and tell Ban Zhun.

He didn't want anyone other than himself to be the first to tell Ban Zhun that he liked him.

"Oh, okay~ okay~ I see~"

Wenwen smiled and said "yes" in a strange voice on purpose, as if deliberately making Rong Qian feel embarrassed.

Rong Qian: "..."

After Wen Wen finished speaking, he walked into the independent office with Rong Qian, and sat on the large sofa with Rong Qian's permission.

He raised his legs and looked at Rong Qian with a smile: "Then Mr. Rong, what do you want to ask me?"

Rong Qian pretended not to care, fiddled with the pen in his hand casually, cleared his throat, and said, "You have a lot of contact with people on weekdays, so you may know more about this..."

"Uh-huh."

Wenwen readily agreed, and patiently waited for the question from his immediate superior.

"Well, I have a friend..."

Before Rong Qian finished speaking, Wen Wen raised his eyebrows clearly, trying to hold back his smile.

Friends out of thin air.

Rong Qian didn't see any strange expression on Wen Wen's face, so he thought that his lie was perfect, and even Wen Wen, who was so smart, had been deceived.

So he calmed down quite a bit, and continued: "He fell in love with someone, and in fact, this person also likes me... likes my friend, so I... er, he is more entangled..."

Wenwen couldn't bear to listen to Rong Qian's flawed words, so he lowered his head and shook his shoulders and laughed.

Rong Qian was already a little guilty, but when Wen Wen interrupted him in this way, he couldn't help frowning: "What are you doing?"

Impolite.

Hearing Rong Qian's displeased voice, Wen Wen immediately raised his head, waved his hand at Rong Qian, and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Rong, I think of something happy, Mr. Rong, please continue."

Rong Qian didn't care to be serious with Wenwen, he just wanted to clear up the doubts in his heart quickly, so he went on to talk about his own affairs:

"My friend..."

"Mr. Rong," Wenwen raised his hand to interrupt Rong Qian, and said very caringly: "Mr. Rong, you keep saying 'my friend', which sounds a bit complicated, why don't we change the way..."

Wenwen raised his hand to tidy up his shirt, picked up the hourglass on the table and put it on the table in a different direction. The nimble hands that have been bartending all the year round made him look a bit gaudy and credible.

After all, Rong Qian was a few years younger than him, seeing Wen Wen's inscrutable look, so he was more interested in what he had to say.

"In what way?"

"Let's assume now...Mr. Rong, you are your friend."

Rong Qian immediately sat up straight, as if hearing Wen Wen's words, he had a reason to consult openly.

For a while, I even relaxed a lot.

He nodded in embarrassment, "Okay then... I'll try my best to get used to it."

The author has something to say:

Class Boss: Why do I feel so tired every time I wake up after drinking?

Mrs. Ban: Huh, my wife sticks, I love my wife

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