Report to the president, your actor has run away again

"I don't know how to do it. When I passed, there was foam and smoke everywhere." "The prop master has no first aid experience, so he smashed the siren when he was in a hurry." "Assistant Jing has already passed, he said he Bring medicine."

"Before I went to answer the phone, I was obviously fine.

Tang Ruan had never seen Qin Zhou talk so much. ,

But now, his mind is full of buzzing, Tang Ruan can only see Qin Zhou's mouth opening and closing, and can't hear what he is saying at all.

The blood suddenly surged up, and Tang Ruan's eyes went dark, and he fell down directly. ,

Gu Ming's eyes were sharp and he quickly helped him up, "Don't worry, if the ambulance is called, call the ambulance first." Tang Ruan waved Gu Ming's hand away and stumbled all the way to the props room. ,

"Senior, I'm sorry."

Qin Zhou was dumb and anxious, and didn't know how to express his emotions at all. ,

"It's okay." Tang Ruan's face was pale, and his voice was low, not knowing whether he was speaking to Qin Zhou or himself.

"Sugar Bowl is an old problem, he does this occasionally, it's okay, as long as he takes the medicine, it's fine

Tang Ruan's lips were trembling. He only needed to look at the mess on Qin Zhou's body to know what the scene was like. ,

The three machines went out of control at the same time, and the foam and smoke that spewed out could drown the small sugar bowl in an instant. ,

If it is an ordinary child, it may be fine to change clothes and take a bath. ,

But his sugar bowl, his sugar bowl has asthma. ,

That much dust was enough to kill him.

Many people had already gathered in the props room, surrounded by Jing Xiaose, with the sugar bowl still coughing violently in his arms. ,

"Mr. Tang, Mr. Tang," Jing Xiaose was so anxious that tears filled his face, he shook the asthma inhaler in his hand vigorously, his voice trembling, "what to do, the medicine is useless, the medicine is useless"

Wu Zhuo was dizzy in a hurry, grabbed the prop master by the collar, and punched his head, "Did you fucking do it on purpose? Malfunction? Three machines malfunctioned at the same time?! I'm a fucking idiot Do I believe you?!"

The prop master was also terrified. He looked at Wu Zhuoyi's red eyes and didn't even dare to struggle. ,

He was debugging the machine at the back of the room when he suddenly heard the sound of the machine starting up on the other side. When he turned around, the sugar bowl had been swallowed by foam and dust. ,

"I don't know what's going on. I've checked the machine over there, and it's fine." The prop master trembled.

Hand, I feel like I'm about to have a heart attack.

"The activation button for foam and dust cannot be turned on unless someone who understands the machine. What is going on here?"

If you don't know the machine, you can't open it. ,

The prop master's words were not loud, and there was a crying voice, which was drowned in the noisy air almost instantly. ,

Gu Ming glanced at him, and then winked at the assistant director beside him. ,

Normally, the assistant director would understand what he was going to do even if Gu Ming moved his fingers, not to mention his eyes, but now, the assistant director is also confused.

"Ah, what, what's the matter?" The assistant director was a little panicked.

Gu Ming let out a "tsk" and pulled him to his side, "Get someone to take care of the accidental machine, remember, don't let them touch the buttons with their hands." The assistant director was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted instantly.

"Gu, Director Gu, you mean

"Be prepared." Gu Ming's gaze was as cold as ice, and he scraped the faces of everyone present like a knife.

First it was Wia, now it is the stage fog machine. ,

Every accident pointed to Tang Ruan.

Gu Ming clenched his teeth, the veins on his forehead were looming. ,

What he hates the most is someone messing up things in his crew, but there are people who want to test his bottom line again and again. ,

Is it because he is afraid that negative news will affect the box office, so he dare not speak up?

well.

Then see who can play whom. ,

"Sugar bowl."

Tang Ruan hugged the sugar bowl from Jing Xiaose's arms, and he wiped his eyes vigorously, wiping away all the tears that blocked his vision. ,

"Don't be afraid, Sugar Bowl, Daddy is here.

Sugar Bowl's throat has been coughed up, and he can only make a small hiss.He was gasping for breath, his face had turned a light blue due to difficulty breathing. ,

He coughed twice in a low voice, and sprayed blood-stained dust on Tang Ruan's white shirt. ,

He wanted to talk to Tang Ruan, and wanted to tell Daddy not to cry, but he could only make a trembling breath. ,

Tang Ruan hugged his son tightly, turned around and ran out. ,

"Tang Ruan!"

Wu Zhuoyi followed, and he tried to hold Tang Ruan, but failed. ,

"Tang Ruan, calm down, the ambulance will be here soon, we, let's wait."

Wu Zhuoyi's condition is no better than Tang Ruan's, but his strong psychological quality does not allow him to cry like Jing Xiaose. , "Can't wait."

Tang Ruan's heart hurts, his eyes hurt, his throat hurts, his whole body hurts everywhere.

Holding the sugar bowl in his arms, he ran as fast as he could.

He breathed heavily, as if he wanted to transfer all the oxygen sucked into his lungs to the little person in his arms.