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An Xumo was still holding the lobster basket in his right hand. In order not to delay the camera, he had carefully pinched his injured finger. It was just the fingers that were caught by the lobster, and An Xumo's palm was also red, so Zhou Jinshen noticed it.

"It doesn't matter," An Xumo said as he waved his left hand to signal that he was fine. He had touched the sea before, and now the wound was still wet, and the salt in the water had dipped into the red and swollen wound, bringing out some fire | spicy pain. But this kind of pain can be tolerated, just wipe the water stain on the hand with a towel.

An Xumo didn't think that such a minor injury would scare others, but after he said he was okay, Zhou Jinshen still took the basket from him and gave it to Xiao Yang aside. The man turned around and called aside the logistic staff to ask for the medical box. What An Xumo didn't expect was that Zhou Jinshen, who had no expression, took over the treatment of wounds, which should have been done by the staff.

The tall, handsome man didn't say a word, but silently held the pinched right hand, and carefully wiped the red and swollen wound with a sterile cotton swab. Zhou Jinshen's expression was very serious, but his actions were very gentle, not only An Xumo, but even the staff around him did not respond.

For a guest of this level, such as Zhou Jinshen, the show team will not forcibly tag him to set up a person, and the guests are unlikely to cooperate. Zhou Jinshen had never left such a delicate and intimate feeling before. His appearance was indeed unconsciously approaching, but his momentum was always resisting thousands of miles. No one had expected him to be so direct. In front of the camera, it shows a kind and considerate patience of the brother next door.

An Xumo, who was really involved, was more affected than the curious onlookers.

It's summer, and the palms wet by the sea are still cold. An Xumo didn't dare to think about the body temperature uploaded by his right hand. He was too cold, and he always felt that the warmth of the other party could burn into a hot flame.

When Zhou Jinshen was halfway through the emergency response, watching the man sideways to make room for the action of shooting the image, An Xumo remembered that the program was still recording. Zhou Jinshen's movements are very appropriate. An Xumo has taken a short photogenic course. He noticed that Zhou Jinshen's movements and posture have chosen a way that is very suitable for the lens presentation. It is also this way that reminds An Xumo of her current environment.

In fact, An Xumo's heart was still a little uneasy about the black hole | hole camera next to it. He has always treated the photo shoot as a job, and has not adapted to showing his true emotions in front of the camera. This is also one of the reasons why he said that he didn't get in the way. If An Xumo chooses, he will definitely choose to deal with himself quietly outside the lens.

However, the cameraman who shot the two of them was Zhou Jinshen's follower. This kind of lens is also part of the content of Zhou Tian. In addition, Zhou Jinshen's action is efficient. The injury has been dealt with.

When the two dealt with the wound, Han Ming who followed from the beach also noticed Zhou Jinshen's follow-up. He looked more dim at An Xumo, and turned to Zhou Jinshen when he turned to his eyes. Obvious suspicious.

The wind on the beach was getting stronger and the sky was getting more gloomy. After An Xumo's wound was treated, the group set off to return to the stone house built on the beach. Yan Xiangzheng and Zhang Zhiwei, who were discussing the furnishings, came to the house, and began a series of bargains with the directors.

Three people's baskets were poured into the basin for liquidation. Han Ming had the largest number, and Zhou Jinshen's basket also had a lot of things. But both of them lost to An Xumo on the first visual impact-the mighty big lobster was still shaking the tongs, and the basin was chasing other small crabs.

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