Song Yaoyao ran over to ask, and it turned out that a switch of the rain device was broken. She squatted there to help, and when it was repaired, she went to help move the props.
Min Jiaren clicked her tongue, "The little director is too hardworking..."
"Cough...don't you find something 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, there were two people carrying a cardboard box together, and they looked very strenuous.
Min Jiaren: "...Maybe, the things in her box are light?"
Xiang Chuan shrugged noncommittally.
Immediately afterwards, they saw Song Yaoyao bent down and took out a bunch of weapons from the cardboard box...
"Mist Grass..."
Min Jiaren was shocked.
This is a monster!
Huo Jiu's teeth were sour, and he stood there ready to move.
He really wanted to rush up and say to Song Yaoyao: Miss Song, put me down!
I don't know if my husband sees that the little girl raised in Huo's family with delicate skin and tender meat, who has to be coaxed by someone when she bumps and touches, is actually doing such a heavy job in the crew, wouldn't she feel distressed to death
and he—
Huo Jiu touched the back of his neck, always feeling that his husband knew about it, and he couldn't escape it.
He watched Song Yaoyao take out the props to check, then turned around and went out, intending to continue moving—
I couldn't bear it anymore and rushed forward, losing my image and shouting: "Miss Song! Please rest, I will do the rough work!"
Is there no one in the crew, and she doesn't need to do these things.
"Well… "
Song Yaoyao was taken aback by him, and Huo Jiu realized that her eyes were red like a bunny.
"Miss Song, what's the matter with you?"
"fine."
Song Yaoyao wiped her hands on her trousers as if nothing had happened. There was a small cut on her white hand, and blood was oozing out, probably from being scratched by something.
Huo Jiu knew how delicate this was, but she actually held back.
"Come on!"
His pupils tightened, "Miss Song is injured, drive over and take Miss Song to the hospital."
Song Yaoyao was full of question marks, "Why are you going to the hospital?"
"What? Yaoyao was injured?!"
Kang Yuan stopped filming, left the script and ran this way, and the others also ran after hearing the words.
That battle was almost like an earthquake.
"Where did you get injured? Is it serious? Let's go and I'll accompany you to the hospital! Why are you carrying this so carefully? Didn't I ask you to see the rainfall device?"
Kang Yuan looked over with a sad face.
Song Yaoyao's eyes were red, and she innocently raised her index finger, "Here—"
Nunuuo's voice was nasal.
When everyone saw Song Yaoyao's eyes turned red, what a wound this must be, it was pitiful to see.
Seeing a small wound on the index finger, Qi Shushu fell silent.
Should they say something to ease the embarrassment
Huo Jiu didn't care what these people thought. He only knew that Miss Song was injured, and it was his fault.
"The car is here, Miss Song, let's get in the car first."
"The injury is not serious..."
Song Yaoyao sniffed, but it hurt a little.
"Cough, no matter how small the wound is, you can't ignore it. If you don't know what cut it, how many bacteria must there be?"
Kang Yuan said distressedly: "In the future, you are not allowed to do this kind of rough work. If the crew is not enough, you can recruit again! What is the person in charge doing? My apprentice came to the crew to study, not to do odd jobs for you! Look, it is bleeding !"
"Go to the hospital, you have to go!"
It's fine to run around and look at the props, but why are you still moving them.