The Sand Sculpture Actor Awakens

Rong Qian seemed to be sleeping soundly, because he woke up suddenly, his eyes were slightly watery, and there was doubt in his eyes that were not fully awake.

But in this way, he really looks like a teenager worthy of the name.

However, Rong Qian's reaction was quick. Before the water in his eyes faded, the expression on his face became serious again. He turned on the bedside lamp and stared at Ban Zhun silently with his head down.

As if asking him for an explanation.

Ban Zhun stiffly kept the corners of his mouth curved, looking up at the pair of bright black eyes that would always shock him, he didn't know how to explain for a while.

However, after all, Ban Zhun had practiced with Ban Zhuo for a period of time, and his ability to adapt to changing situations was barely passable. Although he was quite slow as usual, he could still handle this kind of situation.

He smiled politely towards Rong, looking very gentlemanly, and even mixed with a bit of thoughtfulness for a qualified husband: "When you wake up, I don't have to worry about disturbing your rest."

After finishing speaking, before Rong Qian could react, Ban Zhun pressed the voice in front of him, and while leaning against the pillow behind him, he said with a face of tiredness after many battles: "Ang, what about Rongrong?" , the kid who was good at dancing folk dances and doing splits in the private room last time? I really like him."

The lightness of the cloud on his face made it look like Rong Qian who took the initiative to open the bed curtain had a small belly.

Rong Qian slammed the bed curtain shut.

Sure enough, she was just like the rumors, frivolous and dirty.

Zhen Bujia didn't have clairvoyant eyes, so he couldn't see Ban Zhun's extremely tragic Shura field, so he could only ask through the screen:

[Zhen Zhen is a manager: Brother Zhun, how can there be Rong Rong in folk dance? Isn't Mr. Rong the only one we know with the surname Rong? 】

After dealing with Rong Qian, everything became less important, while Ban Zhun turned off the lights, he replied perfunctorily:

[Ban Zhun: Who told you and us? I met when I went out by myself. I thought you knew. 】

Unexpectedly, Zhen Bujia became serious and kept asking questions.

Ban Zhun was so sleepy that he hit Zhen Bujia's seven inches with a stick.

[Ban Zhun: I'm going to sleep, so I'll ask again, bring me back the GTR from the year before last. 】

Zhen Bujia thought that no matter how curious he was, it would be better to ask face to face when he was with Ban Zhun tomorrow, so he quickly replied:

[Zhen Zhen is a manager: Brother Zhun, good night and sweet dreams, see you tomorrow. 】

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Because he was guarding Rongqian the night before, Ban Zhun didn't get enough rest, and the wound on his body would cause a low-grade fever. After all, he developed a fever in the middle of the night.

Since childhood, his physical condition has not been very good. The experience of frequent illnesses made him very accustomed to this feeling of weakness, so that after a long time, he can even calculate the cycle of his next fever.

Therefore, Ban Zhun's ability to endure pain is much stronger than others.

When he realized that his body temperature was not right, Ban Zhun subconsciously wanted to call someone, but when he opened his eyes and found that his eyes were pitch black, he immediately realized that he was not at home now.

It was precisely because he himself had a fever that Ban Zhun understood why Rong Qian was dying of pain last night, and he didn't sit up and ring the emergency bell.

It turned out that the fever was so severe that I really couldn't get up.

"Well……"

The muscle soreness caused by the fever made Ban Zhun curl up into a ball, and he tried to find a glimmer of light that could give him some hope in the dark ward where he couldn't see his fingers.

But his eyesight is so poor that he can't catch anything.

In a daze, Ban Zhun felt that someone had put an extra quilt on his body, and the chill that made him shiver from the cold subsided a lot immediately.

People who are sick are very honest, and Ban Zhun is no exception.

With a hoarse voice, he forced himself to speak in a breathy voice, "...Thank you."

The hand that was putting the quilt on him suddenly stopped.

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When he woke up in the morning, Ban Zhun found that he had already got the needle in his hand, and the two infusion bottles on it were already empty. Probably Rong Qian called the medical staff for him out of kindness.

In the palm of his hand is a slightly long empty medicine box, which was fixed with medical tape on the fingertips and wrist respectively. It is estimated that he was worried about his wrist moving around while sleeping, so he made a solution that only children can use. .

Ban Zhun slowly opened his swollen eyes, lay on the pillow and looked around aimlessly for a week, and finally returned his gaze to the quilt in front of him.

He was in a trance last night, his body that was shivering from the cold suddenly felt warm, and he thought it was Rong Qian who gave him his quilt.

It turned out to be a dream.

Looking at the quilt on his body, Ban Zhun couldn't help but want to laugh.

He was really confused, how could he think that Rong Qian would come to cover him with a quilt.

But what is certain is that, no matter what, Rong Qian called the doctor for him and saved his life, otherwise he would pass out before dawn according to the way he burns every time he has a fever.

Apart from the plot of using tricky tricks to curry favor with Rong Qian, Ban Zhun also felt that he should thank him well.

The door of the ward was pushed open, and Rong Qian walked in with the hospital's breakfast.

Seeing that the person who had been in a coma woke up, he still kept silent and put the tray on the bedside table beside Ban Zhun, then turned and walked out.

Rong Qian's somewhat hasty pace prevented Ban Zhun from even saying thank you, so he quickly closed the door tightly.

After getting used to the illness, Ban Zhun never felt that his body was a burden to his life. Instead, he was very happy every time because the recovery speed was faster than the last time.

He will be discharged from the hospital in a few days, so even though he still had a low-grade fever, Ban Zhun didn't take it to heart. Instead, taking advantage of Rongqian and Uncle Zhao not in the ward now, he staggered from the coffee table with the infusion bottle. He passed his own small table and laptop, endured dizziness and handled official business.

When the nurse came in to pull out the needle, Rong Qian just walked into the ward again carrying the fruit he bought from downstairs.

Ban Zhun put his chin against the needle hole on the back of his hand, and operated the keyboard quickly with one hand, so he naturally had no spare time to look at Rong Qian.

It wasn't until a plate of purple-black cherries was handed to him that Ban Zhun looked up at the boy beside the bed in surprise, a little inconceivable.

There was no emotion on Rong Qian's face, he put down the plate and replied, "Uncle Zhao."

His answer was vague, but Ban Zhun didn't delve into it. After all, if Uncle Zhao knew that he was busy, it was really possible to just give things to Rong Qian and ask him to bring them in, but he turned his head and left.

"Ah."

Due to maintaining the personality, Ban Zhun didn't say much thanks to Rong Qian, and started eating while holding the plate.

It was winter, and the only time of the day when it was warmer was the tiring afternoon.

Therefore, Ban Zhun cherished this rare daylight very much. No matter how busy he was, he got out of bed with crutches, sat on the sofa lazily, squinted his eyes and basked in the sun for a while.

But man is a creature with a weird sixth sense.

Even with his eyes closed, Ban Zhun still felt the gaze entwined on him, and he couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

Why does Rong Qian always look at him from time to time?

Does he also want to come to bask in the sun?

Squinting his eyes and looking at the empty seat next to him from the corner of his eye, Ban Zhun found that although the ward was spacious and bright, the only place where he could bask in the sun was the place under his buttocks.

And there is indeed no one else who occupies this place on weekdays except Rong Qian.

Thinking of Rong Qian's loyalty to the protagonist, Ban Zhun will inevitably imagine him as a big dog, eyeing those who covet his own territory.

Ban Zhun hurriedly opened his eyes to touch the crutch.

Basking in the sun, even with calcium supplementation, won't be able to withstand Rong Qian's vigorous kick in the later stage, so you can hide as long as you can.

"Young master, do you see who is coming?"

As soon as Ban Zhun tossed back to bed, Uncle Zhao pushed the door open and walked in.

He suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, before Ban Zhun got up from the bed, Uncle Zhao had already firmly helped a silver-haired old lady in.

This is the first time Ban Zhun sees his grandmother after the car accident.

"Zhun Zhun, let grandma take a look at you." Seeing Ban Zhun lying on the bed, the old lady's eyes turned red, and she reached out to touch Ban Zhun's face, "Zhun Zhun, does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, grandma, really, I will be discharged from the hospital in a few days, but why are you here, grandma? Don't you rest at home?"

Ban Zhun's lips were still pale, but he didn't want his grandma to see him looking depressed, so he drank a few more mouthfuls of the warm water that Uncle Zhao handed him over, and bit his lips hard a few times, finally making his lips look pale. It's a little ruddy.

Rong Qian had a panoramic view of his nervous appearance.

When Zhao Bo first entered the room, Rong Qian was reading a book on the sofa that Ban Zhun offered to let out, and the distance between him and Ban Zhun was far away.

But even though he said he was reading a book, the page in his hand hadn't been turned for nearly half an hour.

Ban Zhun obviously noticed this too, but he had the right to think that it was Rong Qian who was planning the future revenge plan in his heart.

Although he felt flustered for himself in advance, he still couldn't break the character design, in case Rong Qian suddenly became more defensive towards him, and it would be even more difficult to please him.

"Jasper, it's been hard work for you to take care of Zhunzhun these few days, and you've lost a lot of weight."

Jasper is Rongqian's English name.

Rong Qian pursed his lips and shook his head, subconsciously replied according to the previous address: "It's not hard, thank you Mrs. Zhuo for your concern."

Hearing Rong Qian's name, Ban Zhun's smile froze.

In the past, he didn't have his own subjective consciousness, so he never thought about why his eldest brother inherited his parents' surname as his first name, but he, as the youngest son who seemed to be infinitely loved, didn't get this honor.

Ban Zhun knew that he was not as smart as Ban Zhuo, nor as sensible as him, but fortunately, the Ban family and his wife did not entrust him with the heavy responsibility of the family, and even tried their best to satisfy Ban Zhun's various reasonable and unreasonable demands, only asking him to be healthy and happy Growing up is enough.

So he is really content.

Mrs. Zhuo patted the back of Rong Qian's hand, "You should follow Zhun Zhun and call grandma."

Rong Qian had a gentle expression, "Grandma."

Mrs. Zhuo just laughed.

Uncle Zhao saw that the old lady wanted to talk to Ban Zhun alone, so he took the initiative to say to Rong Qian, "Master Rong may need to go with me to the doctor's side and ask about the young master's condition."

Rong Qian understood what he meant, nodded, and followed Uncle Zhao out.

Ban Zhun could see that his grandmother had doubted his relationship with Rong Qian. After all, it was 24:[-] now, and he didn't want his grandmother to worry about him. Seeing Rong Qian go out, he whispered to his grandmother:

"Grandma, don't worry, Rong... Jasper just looks indifferent, but he actually likes me in his heart."

Seeing the seldom interaction between the two children, Mrs. Zhuo gave Ban Zhun a suspicious look: "Zhun, don't lie to grandma just to make grandma happy, if you really have no feelings for Jasper..."

Ban Zhun's eyes lit up, thinking that grandma would be more open about his plan to divorce Rongqian.

So just when Ban Zhun wanted to tell Grandma the whole truth and wanted to ask Grandma for her opinion, Mrs. Zhuo went on to say, "Grandma will work harder for you two. After you are discharged from the hospital, you and Jasper will move back to the villa. Grandma will definitely help you." Let’s deepen our relationship, sure, I’ve checked with Master, you and Jasper are a match made in heaven.”

Ban Zhun: "..."

Mrs. Zhuo was still immersed in what she considered to be harmonious and beautiful, unable to extricate herself from it, and shared all the good things she heard with Ban Zhun:

"The master said that you and Jasper will be very happy in the future. You are still young and you don't understand. In short, Jasper's fate is different when he treats you well and treats others well."

Ban Zhun: "..."

Can that be the same.

The protagonist accepts three sentences and asks Jasper to spend 800 million.

He ordered three sentences and asked the protagonist to throw it into the scrap yard.

Seeing the embarrassment on Ban Zhun's face, Mrs. Zhuo thought that the relationship between him and Rong Qian had really cracked, so she made a decision immediately:

"Sure, you have four days left to be released from the hospital. I will ask Uncle Zhao to send you home, and Jasper will follow you. The two of you will stay in your room. Anyway, you are still injured, so you can't go out to film..."

Ban Zhun choked on the saliva in his throat, his face flushed from coughing:

"Cough cough... no need for grandma, we have a good relationship, cough, don't need to move back..."

Ban Zhun knew that grandma had a delicate mind, and thought that if he really expressed his desire not to be with Rong Qian, then the rare smile on grandma's face would definitely disappear again.

Regardless of the depression in his heart, Ban Zhun shook his head with a smile, pointed to his ruddy lips, and said to grandma:

"Grandma, you don't know, just now when you and Uncle Zhao didn't come, Jasper and I even kissed, you see he bit me..."

At the door of the ward, Rong Qian, who was about to push the door in, froze.

Kiss?

Why doesn't he know?

The author has something to say:

Class Boss: Look, grandma, here, and here, Jasper bit

Mrs. Ben: Yes, grandma, there, and there, Jasper bit

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