Chapter 595： Injured

Chapter 595

Song Yaoya ran over and asked. It turned out that a switch of the rain controller had broken. She squatted there to help, and when it was repaired, she went to help move the props.

Jiaren Min slapped her tongue, "The little director is too hard too..."

"Ah... Didn't you find anything else?"

"Huh?" She turned her head and looked at Chuan.

"For example, too much strength--"

The two looked over and saw the little girl carrying a big cardboard box, covering her head. She walked forward steadily, and behind her, two people were carrying a cardboard box together, looking very strenuous.

Jiaren Min: "...Perhaps, the things in her box are light?"

Xiang Chuan shrugged noncommittal.

Immediately afterwards, they saw Song Yaoya bend over and take out a bunch of weapons from the cardboard box...

"Fogweed..."

Jiaren Min was shocked.

This is a monster!

Huo Jiu's teeth were sour, standing still and ready to move.

He wanted to rush up to Song Yaoyao and say: Miss Song, let me go!

I don’t know if my husband saw the delicate skin and tender meat raised in Huo’s house, and the little girl who had to be coaxed by someone to coax him, would he be heartbroken to do such a heavy job in the crew?

And him--

Huo Jiu touched the back of his neck, always feeling that he couldn't escape even if his husband knew.

He watched Song Yaoya take out the props to check, then turned around and went out, planning to continue moving—

I couldn't help rushing up again, yelling out of her image: "Miss Song! Please rest and go, I will do these rough jobs!"

Is there no one on the crew? She doesn't need to do these things.

"Uh……"

Song Yaoya was taken aback by him, and Huo Jiu realized that her eyes were red, like a little rabbit.

"Miss Song, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay."

Song Yaoya wiped his hands on his trousers nonchalantly. A small opening on her little white hand was leaking blood, which was probably scratched.

Huo Jiu knew how squeamish this was, but she actually held it back.

"Come on!"

His pupils tightened, "Miss Song is injured. Bring the car over and take Miss Song to the hospital."

Song Yaoyao was full of question marks, "Why are you going to the hospital?"

"What? You are injured?!"

Kang Yuan's play was not filmed anymore, and he left the script and ran towards this side, and the others followed suit.

The battle was similar to an earthquake.

"Where is the injury? Isn't it serious? I'll accompany you to the hospital for a walk! Why are you moving this well? Didn't I ask you to see the rain gauge?"

Kang Yuanhu looked over with a sad face.

Song Yao's eyes were red, and he raised his index finger innocently, "Hey—"

Nuonuo's voice was nasal.

When everyone saw Song Yaoyao's eyes were red, what a big wound it was, it looked pitiful.

As a result, he saw a small wound on the index finger, and he was silent.

Should they say something to ease the embarrassment?

Huo Jiu didn't care about these people's thoughts, he only knew that Miss Song was injured, it was his negligence.

"The car is here, Miss Song will get in the car first."

"The injury is not serious..."

Song Yaoya sniffed, but it hurt a little.

"Ah, no matter how small the wound is, you can't ignore it. You don't know what was cut, how many bacteria there must be."

Kang Yuan said distressed: "You are not allowed to do this kind of rough work in the future, and the crew will be recruited if they are not enough! What the person in charge does, my apprentice came to the crew to learn, not for you! Look, it's all bleeding. !"

"Go to the hospital, you must go!"

It doesn't matter if you take a run and look at the props, how can you get started with it?

(End of this chapter)