The Sand Sculpture Actor Awakens

Although he knew that Mrs. Rong had been thinking about it for a long time, it was very likely that this was what she wanted to say, but when Ban Zhun heard it for the first time, he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

"I...will wash some fruit for you first," Ban Zhun didn't reply, and turned directly to the kitchen, "Mrs. Rong, sit down first."

You Rong went to his house to prepare everything for him, and it was already a miracle that Ban Zhun's limbs did not degenerate.

Therefore, when he was searching for the fruits that Rong Qian had sorted out in the refrigerator, there was still an extremely unfamiliar sound of ding ding bang bang.

"Don't be so busy, no one wants to eat what you made."

Mrs. Rong's voice sounded behind Ban Zhun, as if she really didn't intend to keep any sympathy for Ban Zhun.

Ban Zhun froze when washing the fruit, and threw the apple into the sink, shook off the water droplets on his hand, turned around and leaned against the sink to look at Mrs. Rong leisurely.

Don't expect a harmonious relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

Ban Zhun thought.

When Rong Qian's mother came in just now, he spoke to her in a very respectful and pious manner. Now the hot water has been poured and the fruit has been washed.

But her performance didn't seem like she wanted to have a good conversation atmosphere with him.

That being the case, it would be the utmost benevolence for him to do this.

Having lived for more than 20 years, as the young master held in the palm of the Ban family, Ban Zhun really has never served anyone.

What's more, she was the one who sold the child back then, and now she is the one who wants to take Rong Qian back from him.

This kind of parents really didn't deserve his respect, and the only good face was because they were Rong Qian's parents.

Panicked by Ban Zhun's gaze, Mrs. Rong hurriedly asked sharply, "What are you looking at me like that for? Do you still want to fight me?"

"Don't dare."

Ban Zhun didn't intend to continue to save face for her, and what should have been said "no" directly turned into a provocative "dare not", which invisibly fueled Mrs. Rong's anger.

Hearing that Ban Zhun didn't have the virtuous and virtuous appearance that Jasper's lover should have, Mrs. Rong couldn't help being even more angry.

She cleared her throat, and repeated what Ban Zhun had just ignored:

"I've already told you that as soon as Rong Qian's father and I come back from abroad, you and Rong Qian must divorce."

Ban Zhun smoothed his somewhat messy forehead hair, nodded, expressing his approval of the content of the contract they signed before, but he never wavered in his heart.

Seeing that he approved, Mrs. Rong took out a stack of papers from the small satchel under her arm and threw it on the dining table, then continued proudly:

"This is the divorce agreement I drew up. If you have no objections, you can sign it."

Sign your second uncle.

He doesn't.

It's a dream to follow his sadistic novels.

Rong Qian is happiest only when he is with him.

Ban Zhun pulled out a chair from the dining table and sat on it. He casually brushed back the hair on his forehead, raised one leg wide, put his ankle on his knee, and held his elbow indifferently. Curved up, resting on the back of another chair:

"Mrs. Rong, you know my character, otherwise I would not have succeeded in marrying Jasper into my family."

Having been in business for many years, what Ban Zhun lacks most is self-confidence.

Even though he was a little nervous because he saw his mother-in-law at this time, because of the disguise he had learned for a long time, Ban Zhun still looked a bit bluffing.

Sure enough, after listening to his words, Mrs. Rong thought about it in combination with his expression, and finally realized that Ban Zhun was not as easy to knead as she imagined.

But Mrs. Rong is naturally not a fuel-efficient lamp to be able to raise such a rigorous and indifferent child like Rong Qian. Seeing Ban Zhun's tough attitude, she can't help but go all out.

"Oh? Are you trying to buy and sell by force?"

Ban Zhun stretched out his palm towards her, signaling her not to continue:

"Hey? Mrs. Rong, please don't give me this hat. I have always been a law-abiding and good taxpayer."

After finishing speaking, Ban Zhun didn't look at Mrs. Rong's reaction anymore, took out the phone from his pocket, casually glanced at the time on the screen, and planned to call Rong Qian back to meet his long-lost mother.

If I guessed correctly, the domineering lady in front of me might have rushed to his house to "redeem" her son as soon as she got off the plane.

Sure enough, before Ban Zhun dialed the number, the mobile phone was snatched away by Mrs. Rong who walked over quickly, and angrily warned:

"Ban Zhun, you have had Jasper for so long, and your dreams for many years should come true, so I advise you, don't look too ugly!"

"Oh...it turns out that I am ugly."

Ban Zhun was robbed of his mobile phone by her, and he still had a smile on his face, spreading his palms indifferently, indicating that Mrs. Rong could check his mobile phone at will.

After getting Ban Zhun's mobile phone, Mrs. Rong was indeed very curious about the chat records between him and Rong Qian, so she lowered her head and flipped through the chat records casually.

It turned out that almost every conversation between the two ended with Rong Qian, except for "Mommy" which means "I love you".

Mrs. Rong felt that she was about to fall over.

She never dared to imagine that her child would be so... emotionally leaky.

So he glared at Ban Zhun angrily:

"Jasper is nothing more than being confused by your vixen appearance. When his father and I return to China, he will fully recognize your ugly face."

After listening to her words, Ban Zhun made a look that didn't seem to understand, asked sincerely, and looked at Mrs. Rong seriously with eyes soaked in water:

"Then Mrs. Rong described me as a vixen, or an ugly face?"

Mrs. Rong: "..."

Seeing that there was still a calm smile on the corner of Ban Zhun's mouth, she couldn't help but get even more angry.

This damn boy, he really fucking knows how to piss people off.

"I'm here to persuade you to divorce Jasper. If you're doing it for his own good, I'll warn you not to let him know. Sign the agreement quickly, and you two will break it off."

Ban Zhun really didn't know where Rong Qian's mother got the courage to say these words.

Why did she think that she would listen to her everything.

Won't you tell Rong Qian?For his own good?joke.

As Ban Zhun, who is very confident in his appearance, inner self, and even wealth, he doesn't think he has to listen to Mrs. Rong's words.

There are even good reasons and confidence to fight back against her.

As for the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, let Rong Qian work hard to repair it by himself in the future. In short, his surname Ban just can't bear this grievance.

"Little Ben, even if Auntie doesn't tell you, you should know what class your Ban family is, so..."

Before Mrs. Rong could finish her sentence, Ban Zhun interrupted her without politeness.

"What's the matter, what class is our class? Please expand and talk about it."

Ban Zhun has a gentle attitude towards Rong Qian, but it doesn't mean that he has the same attitude towards everyone as Rong Qian.

"Is it that the financial resources are not enough for the Rong family, or is it unsightly? Is there anything in my class that is not worthy of Rong Qian? As long as you can say one thing today, I will divorce him."

Mrs. Rong rarely looked up and down at the beautiful young man who was standing in front of her frankly and frankly in only his pajamas. She looked at everything from hair to fingernails calmly.

The conclusion she reached was indeed contrary to everything she had just thought in her mind.

"You're too short."

Mrs. Rong held back for a long time, and finally found a flaw in Ban Zhun.

Ban Zhun looked down at his legs, then compared his height against the reflection in the window, and found that he was indeed much shorter than Rong Qian.

Really looking for faults, even fair skin will be distorted by her into albinism.

Ban Zhun didn't intend to refute, and even planned to directly hand over the decision-making power to Rong Qian who hadn't returned home yet.

It's also good to see what this brat really thinks.

After all, his class can afford to play anytime.

"Mrs. Rong, why are you doing this?"

As soon as Ban Zhun finished speaking, after realizing what he said, he couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth, and returned the full amount with the attitude of Mrs. Rong.

Mrs. Rong's real name is He Bi.

Combined with the development of the story line in the original book, Ban Zhun can be regarded as understanding the author's good intentions.

Rong Qian's mother is a very "why bother" existence, whether it is facing the protagonist of the original book, Shou Baizhi, or him, the little cannon fodder who has become a regular.

Mrs. Rong choked up when he turned the corner and called her name, and then realized that Ban Zhun had just admitted that he was not as good as Jasper, and she couldn't help being happy:

"You said it yourself. I put the divorce agreement here first... And, there is one more thing..."

Ban Zhun raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at her with interest.

"I have already investigated the loopholes of your companies, especially your dear brother, the class president."

Mrs. Rong's complacent look made Ban Zhun's breathing slightly stagnant.

If it is only for himself, he will not be afraid of any difficulties.

But the Ban family was not his relatives whose blood is thicker than water. Now if the Ban family is dragged down because of him, Ban Zhun feels that he will never feel at ease in his life.

"The reason why a big tree attracts the wind, you must have been in Jinghai City for so long, you can understand it better than me."

Ban Zhun didn't change his face, but he couldn't help becoming nervous in his heart.

"You don't care about yourself, you should always care about your elder brother?"

After Mrs. Rong finished speaking, she sneered dismissively, threw Ban Zhun's mobile phone on the table, and walked away from Ban Zhun's house with a small leather bag on her shoulders and high heels.

.

Ever since He Bi came to look for him at home, Ban Zhun has never been able to contact Rong Qian.

Although he knew that He Bi would not take the initiative to blew himself up on Rong Qian, and she came to the house to threaten him, but Ban Zhun felt that according to the angle of their conversation that day, Rong Qian would listen to the conversation at a glance whenever he glanced at the surveillance at home. Be clear.

Whether it is persuading Rongqian to divorce willingly, or if he does not divorce, Banzhuo's career may be threatened by an unavoidable backstab, as long as Rongqian knows, he will never remain silent.

Thinking of this, Ban Zhun sighed again.

"Absolutely"...maybe it should be replaced with "should".

Who knows, maybe Rong Qian really doesn't want to express his opinion.

Ban Zhun directly turned off the phone, cut off contact with everyone, and went to the set with the quilt in his arms.

The weather has gradually warmed up, and even if he sleeps on the small bed in his exclusive dressing room, he won't feel the slightest chill.

Eating instant noodles with the group performers and eating hotels with Bai Zhi, Ban Zhun is immersed in the joy of filming every day, but occasionally he can forget his marriage that seems to have become extremely slim now.

As an actor, Ban Zhun naturally couldn't change and wear those two or three sets of clothes frequently, so he took advantage of a sunny day and drove back to his basement, intending to go upstairs to get two sets of clothes.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Ban Zhun opened the door, he was pulled into the room by his wrist vigorously, and he pressed his lips against the corner of the wall without any explanation.

"Where did you go? I went to the set to look for you, but they said you hadn't been here for a few days, so I went to my elder brother's place and waited in your office all night, but I couldn't find you, so I waited at home."

Rong Qian was always clean and tidy, but there was a short bluish stubble on his chin, which made Ban Zhun's lips itchy.

"Why did you come back..."

There was grievance in the boy's voice, and Ban Zhun paused for a while when he was planning to push him away, and after hesitating for a while, he gently pushed away Rong Qian's embrace, turned around and walked towards the master bedroom.

Because of curling up on the set for a few days, Ban Zhun's thin body, which he had intentionally lost because of filming, has lost some points.

Rong Qian just squeezed his wrist and hugged him, and he knew that he had lost a few pounds.

"Certainly, you come here first, let me hug you."

Rong Qian followed Ban Zhun into the master bedroom, and stood at the door looking at the young man bent over to fold his clothes.

The disappearance of the past few days was because he got an unacceptable fact from Nian Anton.

Although Rong Qian has a cold personality, he is not the kind of cold-blooded and ruthless person. On the contrary, he has always been looking forward to having a warm and harmonious atmosphere like the Ban family.

And this fact really made him a little... at a loss.

Hearing Rong Qian's voice calling him, Ban Zhun raised his eyes and quickly looked back at him, then lowered his head in embarrassment, and stopped looking at Rong Qian.

"Are you sure?"

Because he thought that he must come back and sleep on the same bed with his classmate, Rong Qian rushed back even if he was exhausted.

As long as he stayed by Ban Zhun's side, as long as he could watch him, Rong Qian would feel extremely at ease.

After finishing speaking, seeing that Ban Zhun's face was a little stiff, he opened his arms towards the little sea otter, acting coquettishly:

"Okay, come here, let me hug you."

The contrast between Rong Qian's indifferent appearance outside and at home is so great that after a long time, even Ban Zhun insists on thinking that he is a child with a calm personality that is almost silly.

Seeing Rong Qian making such a move at this time, Ban Zhun wanted to laugh, but also felt a little sad.

Tell Rong Qian about that matter strategically first, to see if he wants to live with him, if he really doesn't want to, then leave directly.

If he wanted to, then he would retell Rong Qian's story about He Bi coming to his house to threaten him.

Let him go through all the difficulties in front of him and in the future with himself.

"Should we... divorce?" Ban Zhun pursed his lips, as if he was a little afraid to listen to Rong Qian's answer.

And Rong Qian is obviously not on the same channel as him.

After listening to Ban Zhun's words, Rong Qian's face was filled with disbelief:

"...Just because I haven't been home for three days?"

Ban Zhun continued recklessly: "...No, I just want to leave."

"Want to leave?"

The corner of Rong Qian's mouth curled up into a sarcastic smile, which made Ban Zhun tremble with fear.

Should he agree?

But Ban Zhun still nodded.

Rong Qian was wearing Zhou Zheng's suit. No matter how tired he was, the tie around his neck was neat and his shirt was ironed without any wrinkles.

Ban Zhun looked down at his slightly wrinkled trouser legs, and couldn't help but have a sore nose, but before he broke up with Qiong Yao's acting skills, the body movements used to brew emotions were firmly restrained.

Rong Qian had already torn off the tie around his neck, walked towards Ban Zhun with big strides, circled around Ban Zhun's wrist, and pressed his other hand on the back of Ban Zhun's neck, as if grabbing As relaxed as a kitten's neck.

Ban Zhun looked up at him nervously, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, secretly freeing his ankle that was pinned in place and unable to move.

How can a divorce negotiation meeting be going well, suddenly... change the flavor?

Seeing the astonishment in Ban Zhun's eyes, the young man's clear voice contained a bit of gnashing of teeth:

"I've been away for three days, and Mr. Ban Yingjun starts to think that I want to have sex again?"

The author has something to say:

Boss: I’m just talking casually, why is he so serious?

Mrs. Ben: The so-called sea otter, if you don’t fry for three days, you will go to the house to expose the tiles

Little Donkey: That's right!saute!Fried crying! (Back to a safe distance and point. GIF)

[It's snowing heavily!Happy Lidong, babies! muamuamua!How could I abuse the quasi-accurate, hee hee]