The Sand Sculpture Actor Awakens

The plot has progressed to the point where Tong Jike found out that Jiang An was cheating on love and money, but she still hoped that Jiang An would go back to the time when they first got together with him, even though the two had already found out the fact that Jiang An was cheating on her. , Tong Jike also pretended to have forgotten about it, and continued to live with Jiang An vaguely.

And as greedy as Jiang An, he naturally regards Tong Jike, who loves him deeply, as a fool, and does not want to let go of this opportunity to continue to make money.

Ban Zhun put one hand on Ban Ji Mao's belly, and the other on the script that was almost scratched by Ban Zhu Mao, complaining to Rong Qian with a frown:

"This fucking stupid plot makes me feel aggrieved watching it."

Rong Qian had already sorted out Ban Zhun's script more clearly than the trend of the market in recent days. When he heard the movement, he casually glanced at the script that Ban Zhun had slapped on the bed, and immediately knew what he was complaining about. a paragraph.

Rong Qian decisively picked up Ban Zhun's hair, who regarded Ban Zhun's script as a cat's scratching board, nodded to Ban Zhun, and said in accommodating way:

"That's right, I feel disturbed just looking at it."

After a long period of contact with Ban Zhun, Rong Qian discovered many truths that he could not learn in school and society.

When your partner complains, as a husband, what you have to do is not to reason with him, but to agree unconditionally first, and then to find the most suitable words for the current environment in the process of judging the situation.

Ban Zhun, who was born with a life like a hero of a cool novel, will definitely not feel comfortable physically and mentally when faced with such a plot that abuses his heart and body to an extremely unreasonable level.

Sure enough, after listening to Rong Qian's words, Ban Zhun's face immediately looked better, and he asked:

"Is that so? You feel troubled after seeing it, right? If Director Qiao hadn't picked this, I really..."

Rong Qian came over and gently kissed Ban Zhun's lips, comforting him, "I can win the prize."

Generally, such plots can win awards.

Tragedy is often better remembered than comedy.

Ban Zhun sighed, took Rong Qian's hand and shook it:

"When same-sex marriage was illegal in the past, many people were as rough as those described in the drama. Tong Jike and Jiang An are the epitome of a large number of people, and they are their true portrayals."

Rong Qian stepped forward and hugged Ban Zhun's waist tightly, and by the way, kicked Ban Zhun's feathers lazily nestled by Ban Zhun's hand off their bed with seemingly inadvertent kicks.

Ban Jimao, who was hit on Banzhu Mao's body and was kicked back: "...Wow."

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From today onwards, Ban Zhun's scenes until the finale were all heavy like never before.

And the first scene to be filmed today is when Tong Jike finds out again that Jiang An is not living with him at ease, but is secretly raising women outside with his own money, and is even thinking about getting married.

He came to the set early in the morning, and with Rong Qian's non-stop encouragement, he faced the wall and stroked his breath countless times, and finally adjusted the despair Qiao Musheng needed.

""The City of Twilight" No.20 No. [-], the first time in the first three games! Action!"

Tong Jike stood at the door of the coffee shop, raising and lowering her trembling hands, curling up and spreading out her pale fingertips.

I don't know how long it took before I pushed open the door of the coffee shop as if I had finally made up my mind.

He has received many photos from people who have been pursuing him, which are evidence that Jiang An and his ex-girlfriend are broken.

Jiang An and Qin Ning went in and out of the hotel together, hand in hand in shopping malls to choose furniture, and even... even ordered a ring.

There are still a lot of pictures behind, but Tong Jike doesn't dare to look any further.

Because he was doing something that was contrary to the eyes of the world, deep in Tong Jike's heart, he never thought that he had the qualifications and identity to ask Jiang An for an explanation.

Therefore, even standing in front of Jiang An and Qin Ning, Tong Jike still felt inferior.

Although he has wealth that no one else can get no matter how many years of hard work, compared with Qin Ning, Tong Jike thinks that he is a beggar with nothing.

Being able to have Jiang An's liking is what he envies most.

Tong Jike is not cowardly, nor is he timid. He has never lost his temper outside. When facing the frame-up of his family in the business field, he is still calm and calm. In the hearts of the company's employees, he is like a pinnacle of calm .

Except Jiang An.

Tong Jike had already seen Qin Ning nestled in Jiang An's arms as soon as she entered the door.

Enduring the sharp stabbing pain in his heart, he walked slowly to the table where the two were sitting, stared closely at Jiang An's eyes, and said in a hoarse voice:

"This is what you promised me last time, you want... to live a good life with me? Didn't you say that you don't want anything but being with me? "

To be able to say such words on such an occasion, regardless of the eyes of the people around him, this is already the maximum that Tong Jike can do.

However, the facts told him that it was far more than that.

After listening to what he said, Qin Ning, who has always been gentle and gentle, stood up from the chair and stared back at Tong Jike without fear:

"What? You're a dead gay and you still force us to break up?"

Tong Jike was taken aback by Qin Ning's scolding of "dead homosexuality". It took a long time before she raised her head and said to Qin Ning in a flat tone:

"I don't think I'm wrong, I just fell in love with someone, and in terms of time, you are the third party."

"You are disgusting!"

Qin Ning made a gesture to pick up the cup of hot coffee on the table and splash it on Tong Jike's face, but Tong Jike grabbed her wrist and splashed all on her body.

"what--!"

Qin Ning, whose wrist was scalded by the hot coffee, immediately screamed in a fuss, and pulled Jiang An, who was sitting in the same place like a log, looking up at Tong Jike dully:

"Are you dead? Why did you watch him splash me?!"

Ever since the first question when he entered the room, Tong Jike never met Jiang An's eyes again.

He was afraid that whenever he looked at Jiang An, the strength accumulated in his heart would collapse in an instant, and he would be defeated.

However, Tong Jike, who deliberately avoided Jiang An's gaze, didn't notice that Jiang An, who hadn't replied for a long time, kept staring back at him until Qin Ning found out, and then looked away in embarrassment.

"What are you doing watching him?! Don't you really like this dead gay?"

Relying on the confidence that Jiang An would offend Tong Jike even if he favored him, Qin Ning pulled Jiang An by the collar and forced him to stand up from his chair, confronting Tong Jike who was a step away.

The coffee shop was not reserved, so other customers were attracted by the movement here, and they all looked at Tong Jike, who had an excellent temperament.

Unable to adapt to the eyes sizing him up and down, Tong Jike turned sideways to prevent others from seeing his face, and at the same time, used the angle to block Jiang An tightly.

A look of emotion flashed across Jiang An's eyes.

It's not that he doesn't like Tong Jike, on the contrary, only he knows that he is a real gay.

The time with Tong Jike was one of the few lights in his dark life.

It's just that there is no way for them to have a bright future in reality.

If you want to blame, you can only blame the bad luck at this time, and blame the unreasonable nature of this day.

Jiang An has never been a happy person, he is willing to kidnap his burden on others.

He wanted to find countless pains in Tong Jike's tear-filled eyes, so that he could sink together with him.

"I need a child," Jiang An pointed to Qin Ning's belly, and stared at Tong Jike's red eyes with a sarcasm, answering the question Tong Jike asked him before, "Can you give it to me?"

Hearing what he said, Tong Jike's lips trembled, and he blinked blankly:

"Wouldn't it be nice if we... we could go and adopt kids who don't have families with parents?"

Jiang An bent down amusedly, and hugged Qin Ning's waist:

"Why should I raise a child who is not related to me? Am I sick? Or are you sick?"

Qin Ning glanced at Tong Jike triumphantly, touched his still flat stomach, and sat back on the chair again.

"Ning Ning, I'm going out to talk to Ji Ke..." Jiang An couldn't help but read out the usual nickname for Tong Jike, and the moment Qin Ning stared at him, he immediately changed his words, "I'm going out to talk to him. Make a break for the first time."

Qin Ning had a rare kindness, and after giving Tong Jike a blank look, he acquiesced in Jiang An's behavior.

The two walked out of the coffee shop and came to an alley where no one passed by.

Jiang An lit a cigarette and took a puff before handing it to Tong Jike who was standing against the wall.

Tong Jike hesitated for a while, then reached out to take it, and took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, Ji Ke," Jiang An rubbed the ring on his ring finger, not daring to look at Tong Jike, "My parents need a child, you can't give it to me, Qin Ning can give it to me."

Such a tone was the gentleness that Tong Jike dreamed of, but he said the cruelest words he had ever heard in his life.

Tong Jike had never experienced such a frustrated moment.

He didn't lack anything, but Jiang An's request made Tong Jike feel helpless from head to toe in an instant.

Jiang An's back disappeared from sight.

Tong Jike took two steps forward abruptly, wanting to look at him more, but felt that her behavior at this time seemed too spineless, so she slammed her back against the mottled raised wall in retaliation, and slowly rolled her Adam's apple .

Along the ups and downs of the wall, trembling and squatting on the ground, buried his face in his knees, letting the flickering soot fall on the ground and be blown away by the wind.

After a while, Tong Jike turned her head away, raised her hands, wiped her face vigorously, and uttered a low, choked sob.

"Okay, cut! Very good! Ah Zhun is doing very well!"

Qiao Musheng was very satisfied with this long shot of Ban Zhun, and was so excited that he stood up directly from his chair.

Rong Qian, who was sitting on the side, was already so shocked by Ban Zhun's performance that he clenched the towel in his hand, and the joy in his eyes was beyond words.

The staff in charge of posting the clips on the official Weibo even took the clips to the editing team without stopping for a moment.

Ban Zhun, who stood alone by the wall for a long time before standing up, was almost numbed by Qiao Musheng's slap on his shoulders, and finally came out of the set with Rong Qian's rescue, clutching his shoulders.

"Zhun Zhun is really amazing. I think many staff members are crying."

High-end rainbow farts often only need the simplest compliments, and Rong Qian has mastered this key element.

Ban Zhun didn't cry very badly, but the sadness in his eyes obviously hasn't come out of the scene yet.

Rong Qian has a very profound research on the matter of making Ban Zhun happy and having fun. When he opened the passenger door for Ban Zhun, he suggested:

"Would you like to go to Fuli for a while?"

Ban Zhun expressed disbelief in Rong Qian's dangerous idea, until the car stopped at the magnificent gate, Ban Zhun got out of the car dubiously, and followed Rong Qian all the way into his exclusive private room.

"Brother, come over later, let's drink more today, you have an afternoon show tomorrow." Rong Qian took the initiative to open a bottle of low-alcohol wine for Ban Zhun, and handed it to him.

Ban Zhun was not too polite, he raised his head and drank half of the bottle, and kissed Rong Qian's Adam's apple by the way, before Rong Qian recovered, he had already picked up the microphone and followed Wen Wen who sneaked into the box to join in the fun squeezed together.

Rong Qian didn't like this kind of environment. Seeing Ban Zhun singing happily, he sat aside with a glass of wine, watching Ban Zhun and Wen Wen's sweet interaction quietly, without any disturbance in his heart.

He even wanted to reward Wenwen for making his sea otter happy.

"Rong Qian, let's sing together."

Banzhun was a little drunk, but he knew that when Banjo arrived, he would not be as happy as he was now.

But I heard from Rong Qian that it will take a while for the elder brother to come over, so he can still have fun for a while.

So cherish your time.

Ban Zhun called Rong Qian twice, and found Rong Qian sitting obediently in the corner with a thoughtful expression on his face.

Seeing that Rong Qian was still looking dejected, Ban Zhun thought he was thinking of his broken family, so he walked up to Rong Qian, sat down next to him, and threw the microphone aside.

"Eat a grape ice, come, it's very delicious."

Ban Zhun found something rare in the box, and couldn't wait to stuff one into Rong Qian's mouth too.

Rong Qian didn't like to eat these snacks at first, but seeing Ban Zhun eating with great interest, he couldn't help being a little curious.

Ban Zhun saw the looseness in his eyes, and knew that Rong Qian had no intention of rejecting him, so he grinned happily and hurriedly wanted to take out one for him to taste.

"Ah."

Rong Qian responded, and his eyes fell on Ban Zhun's water-colored lips.

Then, before Ban Zhun could react, he stretched out his hand to clasp the back of Ban Zhun's neck, and slowly moved forward, taking advantage of the moment Ban Zhun just squeezed out a grape ice from the bag and grabbed it before swallowing it, Rong Qian He bit off the exposed half, and kissed Ban Zhun's sweetened lips by the way.

Ban Zhun's ears turned red from his kiss, and while he was drunk, he didn't forget that his mission of sitting beside Rong Qian was to comfort him.

"Bao'er, I'm actually telling you the truth..."

As the finale was approaching, Ban Zhun felt emotional and melancholy, so he drank a lot of wine.

So much so that when talking to Rong Qian, his tongue didn't shine, and he didn't notice how close he was to the microphone on the table.

Rong Qian moved the wrist that Ban Zhun held in his palm, held the young man's fingertips with his backhand, and waited silently for him to finish speaking.

Ban Zhun leaned close to his ear and said mysteriously:

"Actually, I am not born to my parents."

Rong Qian turned his head in surprise, looking at Ban Zhun with surprise in his eyes.

at the same time.

Outside.

After being invited by Ban Zhun in various ways, Ban Zhuo, who reluctantly agreed to come to inspect a job at Rong Qian's first invitation, withdrew his hand to open the door, and stopped in his tracks instantly.

The author has something to say:

Boss Ban: As a domineering vice president, the most important thing is to love my wife. My wife is not my own, and I absolutely cannot be one.

Mrs. Ben: He loves me so much

Ban President: Mom and Dad, I don’t need the two of you to do my homework on my newly bought golf clubs.

[I went ice skating on the lake today, hehehe, it was very cold, it was very fun, and I lost several teeth]