It was too far away to see clearly, and he was wearing a mask.
Jing Yao became anxious and looked at Director Yu, only to find that Director Yu was standing aside watching them, while Li An focused on watching the playback in front of the camera.
By the way, Uncle Xing said that Zaizai shouldn't be left alone for too long as his life would be in danger. However, it should be okay if there is someone else next to him, right?
No matter what, she still wanted to go over and take a look before she felt relieved. She raised her hand and faced Director Yu's doubtful gaze.
"Director Yu, I..."
At the same time, Li Ran watched the playback and didn't notice Sister Daoyao talking: "Director Yu, I understand, I want to shoot it again."
"Everyone, please take your positions and prepare to take another shot."
Director Yu focused all his attention on Li An. He tilted his head and told him again that he should pay attention to controlling his eyes and not act too deliberately. He suddenly forgot that Jing Yao had something to say.
Everyone got into position and filming started again soon.
After Xing Zhaizhai asked Kui Kui, his mind began to feel dizzy, the wind blew past him, his back felt cold, and he broke into a cold sweat.
"Do you need help?"
There was a sound from above, and someone was holding the handle of the wheelchair.
Xing Zhaizhai was slightly stunned.
She knew that this voice could not be described as beautiful, but she somehow felt that only beautiful could describe the voice of the person behind her.
After being asked for the second time, Xing Zhaizhai came back to his senses, supported his head with his palms to make himself feel better, and said weakly: "Please go to Jingyao's dressing room, thank you!"
Sunflower sat on Zaizai's shoulder, looking up at the young man stupidly.
is it him?
Shouldn't he be in the overworld dungeon?
No, except for a hint of familiarity, this person looks nothing like him.
It can't be his, don't panic, stay calm.
Entering the dressing room, the makeup artist was not there. Xing Zhaizhai struggled to find the bag he had brought over. A Yao said to put a lipstick in, but she didn't pay attention to where she put it.
"Are you looking for something?"
"Huh?" Xing Zhaizhai was surprised that he didn't leave, "A black bag."
After a while, a black bag was handed to her from behind.
"Thanks."
Xing Zhaizhai took the bag, and his hand attracted all his attention, and even grabbed his retracted hand by accident.
The young man maintained this posture without withdrawing his hand, and asked her doubtfully: "What's wrong?"
Sunflower didn't understand why he seemed so happy, and his voice sounded suspiciously coquettish, but why did Zaizai grab his hand?
【Zai Zai? 】
"Feel sorry."
Xing Zhaizhai realized what he had done and quickly let go of his hand. I felt like my head was not only dizzy, but also buzzing, and my face was burning.
"It's okay. You have a fever. Do you need to go to the hospital?"
The young man looked at her skillfully applying the fever-reducing patch and lowered his eyes, worried that his eyes would betray him.
Xing Zhaizhai leaned back, stretched out on the wheelchair, closed his eyes, and finally felt a little awake.
"No need." I thought it was too straightforward, so I changed to a more tactful one, "It's okay, I'll be fine soon after applying the fever-reducing patch."
She is not lying about this, she has gained experience in it.
It's strange to say that the original owner's fever was not particularly serious every time. Fortunately, this was the case. Otherwise, even ten brains would not be enough to deal with this disease.
"Well, I'll go out for a while."
"Okay." Will this come back?
Xing Zhaizhai looked at his back as he was about to go out, and he had the nerve to waste his time: "I'll just take a rest." You don't have to come back.
The young man paused and went out without saying anything.
Less than five minutes later, he came in with a thermometer and handed it to her.
