The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry! - Chapter 1147
Chapter 1147 Goddess, do you have severe dysmenorrhea
Mu Wanqing’s movements stopped for a moment.
The director didn’t call to stop, “It doesn’t matter, you can continue shooting, and you can edit it when you get the material later.”
After hearing the sound, she immediately recovered.
The panic at that moment made her a little unclear, but she quickly adjusted her state and continued shooting.
However, this panic is getting stronger…
“Crack!”
Seeing that Mu Wanqing was in a bad state, the executive director immediately raised his hand to signal the director, and stopped the scene.
The technical supervisor immediately put Wia down. She helped Mu Wanqing remove the safety belt, and couldn’t help asking with concern, “Is Sister Mu a little tired from shooting?”
After all, this morning is all her part.
Mu Wanqing shook his head lightly, “I’m fine, I can continue with a little adjustment.”
However, her face was slightly pale.
Tang Kexin trot over immediately and helped Mu Wanqin to the rest area, “Goddess, is it uncomfortable?”
“Somewhat.” Mu Wanqing pursed her lips.
She recalled the feeling of flustered just now, and she was quite sure that it had nothing to do with heart disease, because the flustered and palpitations were out of mood, not the same as pathological pain…
However, she has some unknown reasons.
The only thing she knew was that her period might be coming soon, so she still had some pain in her lower abdomen.
“Goddess, drink some hot water.”
Tang Kexin immediately brought Mu Wanqing’s thermos cup for her, “If you feel unwell, don’t continue to shoot.”
Mu Wanqing shook his head gently, “It’s okay.”
She took a sip of hot water, then put her hand on her lower abdomen and gently rubbed it twice, indeed feeling a little painful.
Feeling flustered is already second…
The dysmenorrhea was a bit fierce, her face gradually became a little unpleasant, and some cold sweat appeared on her forehead.
“Goddess, you shouldn’t…”
Looking at her movements, Tang Kexin couldn’t help but feel a guess, “Then you drink more hot water.”
She immediately hurriedly handed over the thermos cup again, and could not do anything else, “That…goddess, do you have severe dysmenorrhea?”
Tang Kexin touched her hair and asked embarrassingly.
After all, this topic is private for girls, and it doesn’t seem to be particularly appropriate for her to ask questions like this.
“Yeah.” Mu Wanqing pressed her lips tightly.
She pressed her hand to her lower abdomen a little to relieve the pain a little, “Are there any diclofenac sodium sustained-release tablets?”
“Huh?” Tang Kexin looked at her in a daze.
She has never had menstrual cramps and has always been healthy, so she doesn’t know what it is.
She shook her head, “Goddess, let me ask for you.”
“Thank you, no need.” Mu Wanqing’s eyes drooped slightly, “It doesn’t hurt too much. It will be fine later.”
She did not intend to let everyone in the crew know that her dysmenorrhea was very serious. After all, after Tang Kexin asked around, everyone might have guessed it…
Tang Kexin, who was just about to stand up, sat down again.
But she was still a little fidgeting, and after all she got up, “Then…Goddess, sit and rest for a while, I’ll talk to the director and take other people’s shots first.”
Mu Wanqing nodded lightly without refusing.
She stood up on the seat, changed to a sunny place to sit and rest, the body was warmer, and the dysmenorrhea would be relieved a lot.