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1102 Chapter 9 The film emperor, who is he? [-]
There was a bit of obsession in Bu Huan's eyes, and he couldn't help but want to get closer to Xi Muzhou.

"What's the matter?" The man noticed the strangeness of the people around him, and asked very considerately, the standard smile on his face seemed to have become a habit, without any change, the curvature of the corner of his mouth was still so perfect.

Facing such a perfect smile, Bu Huan lowered his head in embarrassment, did not speak, and his eyes glanced helplessly, inadvertently, falling on the wound that had begun to solidify in his hand, and then he suddenly remembered what he had just done. Injured, I felt the pain in my hand belatedly.

hiss!pain!
The man also noticed this, and his brows were slightly wrinkled, as if the spring breeze had wrinkled the water in the pool. The indescribable poetic and picturesque feeling looked very beautiful: "You are hurt."

Turning around and flipping through the back, after a while, he brought out a small box, opened it, it should be a first aid kit, with basic medicines, cotton swabs, alcohol band-aids, red syrup and so on.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Bu Huan was in a state of confusion. Is he going to give himself medicine?
The person in front of him is really good-looking, probably not even a big star. Although he is always gentle and considerate, it still makes people feel a sense of distance.

He came to give himself medicine...

Bu Huan always felt that this was not real.

Stupidly let the man hold his hand, put it lightly on his thigh, slowly tore open a pack of cotton swabs, took out a cotton swab, opened the alcohol bottle, poured a little on the lid, and then Soak the cotton swab in alcohol, and gently clean the wound on your hand with the cotton swab.

Bu Huan's facial features were distorted, it was too painful to clean the wound!
The hand was directly pierced by the fragments of the wine bottle on the ground, and the ground was so dirty, it was inevitable to touch some dust, which mixed with the wound, and it was very painful to clean up, with bursts of tingling pain.

Because of the unfamiliar environment, he didn't dare to cry out for pain, so he could only bear the pain aggrievedly.

After cleaning the wound, the pain didn't feel so bad, and the hands were still cool and comfortable, and the expression on Bu Huan's face gradually returned to normal.

Xi Muzhou took out another cotton swab, dipped it in a little red syrup, and carefully applied it on the wound. After making sure that there was nothing missing, he took out a band-aid, tore it off, and carefully pasted it on Bu Huan's hand.

Bu Huan moved his fingers lightly twice, feeling a little strange, glanced at Xi Muzhou, and thanked cautiously: "Thank you!"

The smile on Xi Muzhou's face was already that standard, but it seemed to be a bit different, his voice was low and gentle: "It's okay."

For a while, the picture is quite harmonious.

Assistant Wang was driving in front, looking calm on the surface, but his heart was already flooded by countless words.

what happened?
Is this still the artist from my family who is gentle on the surface but actually indifferent?

How could you be so gentle and considerate to a little girl?

He also took the girl's little hand.

Gee!

He still remembers that when Xi Muzhou first entered the circle, he clearly stated that he had a serious cleanliness addiction. You said that he was filming an intimate scene, and he couldn't even bear normal contact. A good actor, big star?

Dream it!
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Ask for a ticket~
(End of this chapter)