The Sand Sculpture Actor Awakens

Startled by Rong Qian's action to open the door, Ban Zhun turned on the faucet with his forehead, and super strong water pressure rushed out from the source and sprayed on Ban Zhun's face.

Fortunately, he immediately raised his hand to cover the wound with gauze on his cheek, so as to avoid getting wet by the water. He glanced back at Rong Qian in embarrassment, and the water droplets on his eyelashes rolled down.

I don't know if it was a wound somewhere on his body, but Ban Zhun's face was so pale that there was no blood, his eyebrows soaked in water were tightly frowned, while standing up straight, he lowered his head and pulled the hospital gown that was tightly attached to his body. .

Due to the personal restrictions set by the author of the original book, although Ban Zhun is not good at business, he pays great attention to exercising his body. Therefore, under the extreme self-discipline and year-round fitness, he does not see any fat at all.

Through the wide neckline of the hospital gown, you can directly see the emptiness inside the fabric.

The icy cold water sprayed from the faucet just shot into Ban Zhun's collar, which made him drenched and miserable.

When I was washing my face, the faucet was filled with hot water at a suitable temperature, but in a panic, what came out was a bitingly cold liquid, which suddenly made Ban Zhun tremble violently, sneezed violently, and then coughed stand up.

Rong Qian was startled by his coughing and was about to walk towards Ban Zhun.

Finding that Rong Qian seemed to have the intention to come over to help him, Ban Zhun hurriedly raised his hand and waved, and said in a cold tone, "No, just take care of yourself."

In any case, as a dignified and domineering vice president, he would still feel ashamed if others saw him in a mess.

Although in order to save his life, he needs to please Rong Qian without any trace, but he can't lose the dignity that he has cared about since he was a child.

What's more, if Rong Qian was allowed to help him once today, he would probably pay a thousand times the price in the future to repay this disgusting thing Rong Qian felt.

A fool would do that.

Hearing Ban Zhun's refusal to accept the kind words, Rong Qian frowned slightly, and sure enough he stopped walking towards Ban Zhun.

Do you really think that everyone is willing to take care of him?

Rong Qian clenched his hands into fists by his side, turned around and wanted to leave.

He could hear the low cough of the young man behind him, but he still turned around in a strange way.

In fact, he didn't want to control Ban Zhun, but he didn't know why, but it was hard to just ignore this person.

Only when he felt so aggrieved did Rong Qian find a reason to convince himself and Ban Zhun with difficulty, and said in a low voice, "Brother Zhuo won't let you get out of bed by yourself."

Ban Zhun pursed his lips and straightened himself up from the sink, shaking his water-stained hair, feeling very puzzled by Rong Qian's actions.

But thinking of Rong Qian's kind personality, Ban Zhun has the answer in his heart, but he still dare not accept Rong Qian's help.

Therefore, he turned his head and glanced at Rong Qian lightly: "This is my own business."

He just wants Rong Qian to leave this room immediately, and stop standing here to remember his distress clearly.

The mobile phone was in the pocket of the hospital gown, Ban Zhun didn't look at Rong Qian again, he took a light breath, and took out the mobile phone from his pocket.

But before dialing a number, he stopped his hands, decided not to cause trouble for others, grabbed the crutch in his arm, and wanted to bypass Rong Qian and return to the ward.

The floor in the bathroom was covered with water, and Ban Zhun couldn't use the two crutches well, so he couldn't help but find himself in trouble at this time, worrying that he would accidentally fall on the ground.

Coincidentally, the door of the ward creaked, and a head that was disheveled by the cold wind outside poked in.

Standing at the door of the bathroom, Rong Qian turned his head and saw the person who pushed open the door of the ward, and took a small half step back to let Ban Zhun see him.

"Why are you back again?"

Ban Zhun and the person who came in looked at each other and said in surprise.

Although he felt strange, but after all, he was drenched in water and was suffering. Seeing Zhen Bujia came back, Ban Zhun couldn't help feeling a little better. He stretched out his hand to grab the wet corner of his clothes, and was ready to accept Zhen Bujia's support.

It turns out that Zhen Bujia, who has always been quick-sighted and knows how to play by ear, is as dull as if blindfolded by lard at this time. He just stands at the door and talks to Rong Qian, ignoring his own boss who is still standing in the bathroom and suffering.

Ban Zhun waited silently for a long time, his angry eyes almost staring a hole in Zhen Bujia's back, but he didn't wait for his conscience to find out.

The feeling of being wet was really uncomfortable. Ban Zhun took a deep breath and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Did you let the electric welder weld there? Don't you know come and help me?"

Only then did Zhen Bujia take a quick look at Ban Zhun, and then nodded apologetically at Rongqian.

He had just left the hospital when he received a call from Banjo.

During the call, Banzhuo confessed that while taking care of Ban Zhun's daily life, he also had to take care of the mood of Rong Qian, who had just arrived at their Ban's house and was also injured.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the door, he would see the irritability on the face of his wife's boss. Seeing this, Zhen Bujia said something nice for Ban Zhun without thinking, and for a while, he forgot that Ban Zhun could not get out of bed without authorization. things.

Hearing Ban Zhun's dissatisfied words, Zhen Bujia quickly passed Rong Qian, walked towards Ban Zhun and replied, "Here you are, brother Zhun."

Rong Qian turned sideways so that Zhen Bujia could help Ban Zhun pass by him.

His gaze inevitably fell on Zhen Bujia's hand resting on the back of Ban Zhun's waist, and he suddenly remembered in his mind the cloud of clear snow that he had just entered when he pushed the door open.

Breathing up and down, the snow was stained with water droplets and condensed into ice.

The water stains on Ban Zhun's face slid from between his brows to his eyelids, moistening his thick eyelashes like crow's feathers.

Having water in his eyes will definitely not make him feel good, Ban Zhun lowered his head and blinked his eyes lightly, only then did he notice the gaze tangled on his face beside him, so he raised his head to look at Rong Qian.

Rong Qian withdrew his gaze lightly.

Ban Zhun is not used to being touched by others. Even Zhen Bujia, who has been with him for nearly four years, can only barely touch Ban Zhun on the premise of not touching other parts of Ban Zhun's body except the arms and the back of the waist. Helped back to the hospital bed.

"Brother Zhun, I'll go over there to get a new set of hospital gowns, sit here and don't move around."

Zhen Bujia wiped off the water drops on the back of Ban Zhun's neck with a bath towel, and told him worriedly.

Seeing that Rong Qian had already dried up the splashed water stains on his body, he begged him embarrassedly: "Mr. Rong, I still need to trouble you to take care of Brother Zhun for me, and don't let him move around..."

"I'm not a child, you go quickly."

Seeing that Zhen Bujia wanted to bother Rong Qian again, Ban Zhun couldn't help interrupting him with a light cough.

Rong Qian's gaze fell on Ban Zhun's wet corner of his clothes, and he nodded towards Zhen Bujia.

Only then did Zhen Bujia leave the ward with peace of mind.

As soon as the door closed, Rong Qian's gaze was once again attracted by Ban Zhun who raised his hand to wipe his face.

His frame was not small, but his overall figure was rather thin. The thin hospital gown was pressed tightly against the thin butterfly bone by the water pressure just now, and the wet spots spread down the spine.

The undulating and uniform texture is unreservedly displayed in Rong Qian's field of vision.

Ban Zhun's hair was still dripping with drops of water, and the water dripping from the root of his hair slid along the sternocleidomastoid muscle on the side of his neck to his slightly sunken collarbone, and then sank under his collar, soaking through Light blue fabric.

Realizing that he had been watching for a while, Rong Qian felt a little annoyed with himself, pursed his lips and turned his head away.

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Zhen Bujia's caring skills have been perfected in front of Ban Zhun. He doesn't need Ban Zhun to ask him to do anything, he can arrange everything properly, so that no one can find a single fault.

The light-colored bed curtain blocked Rong Qian's sight, and the only thing he could hear was the rustling sound of fabric rubbing over there. When he pulled it back again, Ban Zhun had already put on a new dry hospital gown.

Rong Qian's eyelashes drooped down to block his cold eyes, and the index finger of his right hand resting on the book smoothed out the small wrinkles on the page, and then he turned a page.

"I'm sorry, Brother Zhun, I left the hair dryer in the studio, otherwise my hair would have been dry long ago."

Zhen Bujia didn't know why, since Ban Zhun had a car accident, she became more and more relaxed in front of him, and even dared to make a joke with Ban Zhun.

Ban Zhun sat on the bed obediently, even though Zhen Bujia wiped his hair with a bath towel, he didn't mean to blame him: "If you had come in to help me earlier, my hair might have dried out."

As he said that, he raised his hand and stroked the slightly damp hair, but because he often forgot about his injury, he accidentally touched the splint on his hand, and gasped in pain.

"Brother Zhun, put your hands down, I'll do it when I come," Zhen Bujia helped Ban Zhun cover the quilt, and then wiped Ban Zhun's hair with a cloth towel in small groups, and his flattery followed closely, "Brother Zhun, Your hair volume is too enviable."

Ban Zhun closed his eyes and didn't speak, Zhen Bujia thought he was still angry that he didn't help him just now, so he glanced at Rong Qian who was wearing earphones and reading a book, leaned over to Ban Zhun and smiled obscenely and obscurely: " Brother Zhun, don't be angry, I'm mainly afraid that Mr. Rong will be jealous if I help you up."

Eat the jealousy of your second uncle!

Ban Zhun opened his eyes, gave Zhen Bujia a hard look, then retreated into the bed and continued to rest.

Forget it, I can't compete with this group of NPCs.

Zhen Bujia kept staring at Ban Zhun until he finished his transfusion, and then prepared to leave quietly while he was asleep, only to find that Rong Qian, who was sleeping soundly on the other bed, also had a very ugly expression on his face.

Out of concern for the proprietress, Zhen Bujia leaned over and called him softly, "Mr. Rong? Are you okay?"

Rong Qian vaguely heard someone calling him, opened his eyes with difficulty, and found that it was Zhen Bujia who was almost leaning on his face.

No matter how calm he was on weekdays, Rong Qian was really taken aback.

His pupils were already dark, and when he stared at people with morbid gloomyness, it made people feel that there were two wars, not as bright as a normal teenager at all.

Zhen Bujia tentatively stretched out his hand, wanting to test the temperature on Rong Qian's forehead, but the boy turned his head away, "Stay away from me."

Seeing that Rong Qian was still full of anger when he scolded others, Zhen Bujia let go of his heart, and agreed happily, "Hey, good, Mr. Rong, good night, I'll go first."

The night was quiet, but Rong Qian's ears were buzzing, and he had a splitting headache.

The feeling of weakness all over made him nestle in the pillow uncomfortably, unable to sit up and ring the emergency bell.

Rong Qian didn't often get sick, and this sudden fever was also due to his arm injury during this period of time, coupled with his low immunity caused by his low mood, the virus took advantage of it.

Before he even opened his eyes, Rong Qian could almost figure out the current time, thinking that Ban Zhun in the next bed might still be sleeping, if he made any movement when he got up, he would definitely be scolded, so he didn't Move again.

In fact, Rong Qian was not afraid of being scolded by him, but just didn't want to cause this trouble.

It is a great blessing for a person like a follower to be able to say a few words less.

It's just a fever, maybe a little sleep will help.

Suddenly, Rong Qian seemed to hear someone calling his name.

"Rong Qian, Rong Qian," Ban Zhun got up from the warm blanket, sniffed his nose from the cold, leaned to Rong Qian's pillow and whispered, "Rong Qian? "

The lights in the ward were blindingly bright.

When the back of his hand was pierced by the infusion needle, Rong Qian subconsciously clenched his fist, but was pressed by a pair of cool hands, and coaxed in his ear: "The fever will subside after one injection, be obedient."

Rong Qian wanted to open his eyes to see the speaker, but his head was so dizzy that he fell asleep.

When he woke up again, Rong Qian found that the sunlight outside the window had completely illuminated the room.

After a dose of fever-reducing injection, he soon felt his brain cleared up, and he was no longer groggy and uncomfortable as before.

The blood flow in the injured arm was slow, and it seemed that even the reaction of the peripheral nerves became dull.

The left arm could not wear long-sleeved clothing because of the bandage, and the skin between the bandage and the short sleeve could only be exposed to the air.

But at this moment, Rong Qian didn't feel the cool temperature in the ward on his arm.

It was as warm as if something was pressed against him.

Rong Qian suddenly looked sideways——

Ban Zhun's defenseless sleeping face was revealed in his sight.

The young man's eyelashes are densely covered with light shadows on the lower eyelids, and the high bridge of the nose is perfectly smooth. From this angle, Rong Qian can only see his red lips, even in the most relaxing moment of deep sleep , Ban Zhun's lips were also tightly closed, and there was no slight opening of the gap when others were in deep sleep.

Rong Qian felt a little thirsty.

He thought it was because of the fever.

Looking at Ban Zhun's crooked sleeping posture lying on the side of the bed, Rong Qian's brows that had been frowning slightly relaxed slowly.

I don't know if it's because of unconscious movements caused by falling asleep, but Ban Zhun's injured right hand is now resting on Rong Qian's left wrist.

Due to the relaxation of the body, the five fingers that were originally resting on it, now only the ring finger and the little finger bound with the splint are still firmly buckled in Rong Qian's tiger's mouth.

Thin as if it could be broken easily, but with a firmness that is hard to refuse.

This is... Ban Zhun is worried that he will move around in his sleep?

Rong Qian's pupils shrank slightly.

The author has something to say:

Class Boss: Can you let him get sick on my territory, or he will have to kill me in the future?

Young Master Rong: He loves me so much.

[I'll only get 4000 cards, slightly! 4000 is already fat]

[Leave my poor little donkey alone in the comment section]

I really want hair growth liquid, hehehehe