The Sand Sculpture Actor Awakens

"Rong Qian, why didn't you tell me in advance when you came back?"

Ban Zhun turned on the headlights, moved to the edge of the low stool where Rong Qian was sitting, and painstakingly inspected his reddened abdomen from the beating of the stick.

"You look at me through the cat's eyes."

Rong Qian took a deep breath in pain, raised his finger and pointed to the screen by the door, "You can just press this to take a look."

Ban Zhun rubbed Rong Qian's shoulder in embarrassment, and blinked at him:

"Oh, I can't see clearly. Besides, the door is opening, how dare I go to the door to make do with it."

makes sense.

Rong Qian was captured by his pitiful appearance, and immediately changed from the identity of the victim to the pervert who exposed the wounds, but instead he coaxed Ban Zhun with a gentle voice:

"It's my fault. I didn't call you in advance, but I thought you were not at home. In the news that Hu Peng just posted on Moments, I saw you smiling very happily."

Ban Zhun thought that Hu Peng had missed him, and explained to Rong Qian: "The photo he sent was yesterday's photo, and I stayed at home all day today."

Rong Qian's mood became better because of Ban Zhun's words, he gritted his teeth and wanted to stand up from the low stool, wanting to kiss his little sea otter well.

"But when I came back suddenly, I also wanted to surprise you. As soon as you get home, you can eat ready-made twice-cooked pork and boiled pork slices."

Ban Zhun's heart was completely soft.

I'm afraid there won't be anyone in this world whose wife is more virtuous than his class.

When he helped Rong Qian up from the ground, Ban Zhun realized that Rong Qian seemed to have grown a lot during this time.

No wonder every time I feel that he is so heavy that I can't breathe.

Ban Zhun thought.

"Does it hurt baby? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Ban Zhun looked at Rong Qian's sweaty forehead with a guilty conscience, and held his arm, "I'll take you to the hospital for a checkup."

Rong Qian shook his head, "No need... just help me to the court."

Ban Zhun: "..." Is the lawsuit settled?

Seeing the silly sea otter staring blankly at his stomach, Rong Qian happened to have recovered a lot, so he took a breath, raised his hand to touch Ban Zhun's hair, and said with a smile:

"I'm sure I'm fine, but I may not be able to do heavy and tiring work during this period of time."

Ban Zhun hurriedly took care of Rongqian's usual work at home, "I'll do it, I have enough strength, you just need to lie down and rest!"

At that time, Rong Qian couldn't help feeling that although marriage brought pain to a man, it also inevitably made him feel reassuring warmth and happiness.

Look, Ban Zhun loves him so much.

Coincidentally, Rong Qian was injured here, and Bai Zhi from the crew asked for leave due to personal matters.

Due to Bai Zhi's absence, there was no way to continue filming the rivalry between Ban Zhun and him, so they stayed at home together, and were able to take good care of Rong Qian for a period of time.

In fact, even if Bai Zhi didn't ask for leave, Ban Zhun, who stayed at home alone these days, had already thought things through clearly.

Although he loves filming, he can still tell which is more important, the teacher or his wife.

Therefore, long before Rong Qian came back, Ban Zhun had made a decision that when Rong Qian got home, he must coax his jealous and angry wife well.

.

Rong Qian, who has taken a few days off from the company, has never experienced such a happy feeling. He can lie on the bed leisurely, thinking about nothing, just holding a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, listening to the morning news very comfortably, and enjoying himself my own……

"Kacha—wow—"

Suddenly there was a loud noise outside the bedroom, and the direction sounded like the location where the front facing vase he returned from the last auction was placed.

Rong Qian was startled, the orange juice in his hand almost spilled on the bed, he sat up straight from the bed suddenly, and shouted outside:

"What happened?! Did you break something? Did you get hurt?"

Immediately outside the door came Ban Zhun's calm reply:

"No, just wash the dishes."

Although Rong Qian didn't quite believe it, he couldn't make Ban Zhun feel that he didn't trust him, so he could only lean back on the bed and continue to close his eyes to rest his mind.

The lazy daylight made people feel drowsy, Rong Qian yawned, and was about to move the pillow to sleep, but there was another deafening crackling sound from the direction of the kitchen.

"Boom—boom—"

Rong Qian lost all sleepiness immediately, and sat up from the bed in a "teng", ignoring the pain in the abdomen, hurriedly ran outside, and asked Ban Zhun loudly:

"Sure, what are you doing? Did you get a |bomb?"

Ban Zhun's answer was still calm: "Don't worry, I'm just..."

Before he could finish his explanation, Rong Qian had already opened the door of the master bedroom, looking in disbelief at his own living room, which looked like an army passing through the border.

"Where are you... I... my vase?"

Rong Qian pointed to the empty glass booth in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and from the corner of his eye, he noticed that the laundry basket in the guest bathroom was undulating like a mountain range.

"There...why are there so many clothes?"

Ban Zhun looked away guiltily, pretending that he had nothing to do with him, turned his head to look out the window, and whistled leisurely.

Rong Qian pressed his stomach that was no longer so painful because of the shock, and stopped and walked in the huge living room, the tremor in his eyes seemed to be the first time he came to this house today.

"...study... what is stuck on the floor at the door of the study? Why is it green?"

"What's the smell in the kitchen? Is something mushy?"

"Sure, where's the pot?"

He didn't come out for two or three hours, and Ban Zhun could change the house into this ghostly appearance. Such a terrifying fighting power was comparable to ten Erhas who had eaten Dali pills.

"I want to make you some spinach soup to supplement your calcium," Ban Zhun pointed to the pool of green paste at the door of the study, "and then I want to use the green color of spinach to steam you some green steamed buns."

Rong Qian's hand holding the broom trembled slightly, unwilling to admit that the lump of green mud was what Ban Zhun called "steamed buns":

"Then it... let's call it Simu for now, how did it get here?"

Ban Zhun looked a little embarrassed, and turned sideways to let the stove behind him block with his body:

"...I wanted to give you some popcorn to satisfy your hunger, but I didn't control my strength well, and this pot overturned that pot."

Rong Qian: "..."

Rong Qian, who is physically disabled and strong, struggles to clean up the house again. With Ban Zhun's extremely guilty attitude, Rong Qian once again won a very constructive proposal for himself.

"Keeping pets? I advise you not to be too whimsical."

Ban Zhun put his foot on Rong Qian's lap and let him massage him in various ways, while he himself held a glass of warm water and squinted at Rong Qian with a respectful expression, looking like a bully and landlord.

"But you must say that I can mention an idea of ​​my own."

Rong Qian was inevitably aggrieved.

Without hesitation, Ban Zhun pulled out the ankle that was held by Rong Qian, preventing him from continuing to please him, stood up from the sofa, and left a sentence that he thought was indifferent:

"Man, I advise you not to test my bottom line again."

Rong Qian was speechless for a while, but his inner thoughts did not change at all.

On this day, Ban Zhun, who was enjoying the last day of vacation, was scratching his head in front of the bathroom mirror, but his attention was attracted by the cat's head and dog's head that suddenly appeared behind him in the mirror.

After seeing clearly the two little things that Rong Qian held in his arms, Ban Zhun suddenly flew into a rage:

"Rong Qian, do you know how many bacteria cats and dogs have? Do you know how stinky they are when they poop? You bring them home, who will clean up the poop? Let me tell you, get rid of them as soon as possible. Send them all away to me, and don't let any of them stay!"

"But they're cute."

Rong Qian insisted on keeping his dream.

Ban Zhun roared: "Let me say this one last time, if there were them in this family, there wouldn't be me, and if there were me, there wouldn't be them!"

Rong Qian's expression was as aggrieved as the little golden retriever and Jin Jiancai in his arms, and he stood obediently and listened to Ban Zhun's lecture.

"What does this expression mean? I'm talking to you, Rong Qian, are you polite? Don't you think you should answer me?"

Ban Zhun expressed his displeasure at Rong Qian's silent behavior, and he refused to give the two little things in his arms even half a look, let alone feel soft-hearted.

"But, they meowed and barked at me." Rong Qian pinched the little golden retriever's paw and waved to Ban Zhun, "You must see how cute it is."

Ban Zhun couldn't help himself, his gaze stayed on the little golden retriever's black eyes for a while, and he couldn't help shaking his head again when he thought of the sick puppy he raised when he was a child:

"Impossible, you send them away immediately."

Rong Qian took a step forward involuntarily, ready to stuff the cat and dog into Ban Zhun's arms.

"Rong Qian, I advise you not to act rashly. I hate cats and dogs the most. Let me tell you..."

While speaking, Ban Zhun had already touched those two soft and warm little bodies, he took a breath for a moment, and hugged them tightly:

"Oh my babes, you are my sons from today on. You must be tired after following your mother all the way back? Dad will take you to rest now."

Rong Qian: "..."

...The image doesn't need to change so quickly.

Finding that the wind direction at home seemed to be a little bit wrong, Rong Qian frowned, trying to grab Ban Zhun who was walking towards the bedroom with the cat and dog in his arms.

The reason why Ban Zhun's behavior of stroking cats and dogs was blocked in this way was because Rong Qian didn't feel what Nian Anton said about a husband and wife raising their beloved son together in harmony, only when Ban Zhun was taken away by two cubs. confused.

He suddenly realized that something was wrong: "sure, just wait for me."

Thinking about fighting for some status for myself, I didn't expect the nightmare to come too fast like a tornado.

Ban Zhun interrupted him without looking back, "I'm going to sleep with the kids today, you go to the guest room."

"That can't be done... I must be with you..."

Before the last word "sleep" could be said, Rong Qian was shut out by Ban Zhun, almost hitting his nose.

Through the door, the sound of Ban Zhun's flag collapsing came from the master bedroom:

"Oh my God, your fur is so soft, you are so beautiful, from now on you will be called Banji Mao. Oh, oh, no hurry, my brother has a name, we kittens are envious, right? You also have a new name, you see that your coat color is so beautiful, like a little tiger, you must thrive in the future, can I call you Ban Zhumao?"

Rong Qian: "..."

The author has something to say:

Class boss: I never know what the flag is.

Mrs. Ben: Zhenxiang will be late, but she will never be absent. I am, and so are you.

Class chicken hair, class pig hair: it might as well rot in the adoption center.

[Good night, good night, woo woo, I'm so sleepy, I want to go downstairs to build a snowman tomorrow, hee hee, good night babies! muamuamua! 】