Fall in love, Mr. Xi!

Chapter 995 Sweet time between you and me (56)

Laughing enough before thinking of helping him, this is the correct way to open up his own wife.

Returning to the bamboo shoot again, this time, Xi Jingshen directly broke it with his hands.

He was so strong that he easily broke a whole bamboo shoot from the root.

Throwing the bamboo shoots into the basket, just as he withdrew his hand, a tingling pain came from his palm, making Xi Jingshen frowned, his face a little ugly.

Sensitively aware of his strangeness, Mu Chuqiu stopped laughing, hurried to him, took his hand and asked worriedly, "What's wrong with your hand?"

"I should have been stabbed by something." Not wanting to worry her, Xi Jingshen smiled nonchalantly, and withdrew his hand, "It's okay, it will be fine in a while."

"Let me see if there is any bleeding." Mu Chuqiu took off his gloves and took his hand again to check.

After a general inspection, Mu Chuqiu didn't see blood, but there were many small black spots in the flesh of his palm.

It should be the burrs of bamboo shoots.

His hands were originally delicate and delicate, but now they were slightly red and swollen from the burrs.

Mu Chuqiu looked a little distressed, and his voice trembled slightly: "Honey, does it really hurt?"

This is also the first time she has encountered this situation, and now she is a little messed up and doesn't know how to deal with it.

Seeing her distressed and worried appearance, Xi Jingshen tried his best to make his tone sound normal, "It doesn't hurt."

It hurts.

But he could bear the pain.

Although he said he was fine, looking at the red and swollen hands on his hands, Mu Chuqiu was still very worried. She looked at the photographer beside him asking for help: "Brother photographer, my husband was hurt by a bamboo shoot burr, is there anything wrong?" How to deal with it?"

This is also the first time she has encountered this situation, and now she is a little messed up and doesn't know how to deal with it.

The photographer hesitated for a while, and said with some uncertainty: "Mr. Xi, why don't you try rubbing your hair with your injured hand?"

He remembered that when he was a child, he ran to play in the bushes in the yard, and accidentally caught a caterpillar, and the burrs on its body penetrated into the skin, crying in pain, and someone rubbed the place where she was stung with hair, Afterwards the pain decreased a lot.

Maybe this method works.

Xi Jingshen looked suspiciously at the photographer who came up with this idea, and frowned: "Are you sure it's not a bad idea?"

The big brother of the photographer muttered without confidence: "The personal test is effective."

It's just that Mr. Xi is different from their ordinary people, I'm afraid this kind of simple method is not too feasible.

The photographer contacted the accompanying medical staff and rushed over.

The medical staff used medical tape to stick the pricked palm of Xi Jingshen, and it took more than ten seconds to tear off the tape.

Sure enough, the thorn in the palm was cleaned out.

Then, sprayed with disinfectant alcohol.

After the medical staff finished processing, Mu Chuqiu looked at Xi Jingshen nervously and asked, "Honey, how are you doing now? Is there any better?"

Xi Jingshen moved his injured hand, although it still hurts a little bit, but it is much better than when it was just pricked.

His eyes fell on Mu Chuqiu, who was always tense, he raised his hand and pinched her nose, and smiled calmly, "It's all right now."

Hearing this, the big stone in Mu Chuqiu's heart finally fell, and he threw the gloves in the basket to him, "Put on the gloves, don't get hurt again."

She will feel bad when she gets hurt.

The program staff on the side also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If Mr. Xi had any accidents during the recording of the program, none of them would be able to take responsibility.

Xi Jingshen: "..."

After receiving the lesson of "Blood and Tears", Xi Jingshen no longer refused, and put on the pink gloves that were extremely incompatible with his identity.

(End of this chapter)