"Miss Jura, where are you, the director is looking for you......"

Hearing the loud shouts of the staff outside the door, Jura pushed Leng Chenxuan's body away in a panic, walked past him, and tidied up his clothes.

Jura pushed the door open, she tilted her head to look in the direction of the staff, and replied in a deep voice, "I'm here!"

The staff turned around, smiled at Jura, turned around and walked to Jura's side, and took Jura back to the place where she was filmed.

The photographer saw Jura approaching from afar, he met him, picked up the camera, and handed it to Jura.

Jura took the camera and looked down at the photo on it.

I saw that my head was leaning on Ouyang Mo's shoulder, showing reluctance, although my eyes were slightly closed, but the wrinkled appearance of my eyebrows and the tears hidden in my eyes made people feel distressed in an instant.

Jura raised his eyes and glanced at the photographer, who was looking up, and he carefully described the scene that Jura had captured while he was shooting.

Excited eyebrows fluttered, and Jura stood beside her, smiling slightly.

The photographer arranged for the staff to bring all the props, everything was ready, and while the actors were still in the scene, the photographer picked up the camera and shot the rest of the stills.

After filming, it was late at night, and Jura leaned back on the recliner and took a nap tiredly.

Leng Chenxuan saw Zhu La's tired appearance, he reached out and picked up his suit, draped it on her body, and sat quietly beside her.

The staff and the photographer had finished work and left, Ouyang Mo said hello to Leng Chenxuan and left with Xiao Yiyao.

There was an instant silence in the studio, and only Jura was left sleeping quietly on the couch.

Leng Chenxuan sat beside her silently, staring at Zhu La's sleeping face, with a look of pity at the corner of her mouth.

Time moved by minute by second, Leng Chenxuan propped his hands on his head, and fell asleep in a daze.

In the early morning, there was a light rain in the sky, and Leng Chenxuan was awakened by a gust of cold wind.

He opened his sleepy-eyed eyes, and Jura was staring at him with a smile.

Thinking that he was dreaming, Leng Chenxuan rubbed his eyes and looked at each other, Jura's smile grew thicker, and her lips curled slightly.

"Are you awake?"

Jura's melodious voice was lazy, and she stretched down and sat up from the chaise longe.

took Leng Chenxuan's suit on his body, got up, draped his clothes on Leng Chenxuan's shoulders, and smiled slightly: "You're sleeping, I'll go change clothes!" After speaking, he turned around and walked into the dressing room.

Jura skillfully walked into the fitting room, put on her clothes, picked up the makeup remover on the table, and completely removed the makeup from her face.

Looking at the haggard face in the mirror, Zhu tugged at the corner of his lower lip and smiled indifferently.

Before filming, I couldn't keep up with the rhythm, and my body always felt tired, which made Jura feel a little scared in her heart.

Could it be that his time is running out, this thought spread in the bottom of Jura's heart.

Trembling all over, looking carefully at the increasingly pale face in the mirror, Jura smiled bitterly: I finally finished taking the makeup photos.

The official day of filming still needs to wait for the director's notice, and Jura silently thought in her heart that she could finally rest for a while.

In this way, she can find out what happened five years ago, and some things should be ended early rather than delayed, so as not to think about them all day.

When Jura walked out of the dressing room, Leng Chenxuan was already awake, he put his hands in his pockets, and looked out the window at the drizzling rain in a daze.

The arrogant and cold back, illuminated by the faint light, Zhu La stared at Leng Chenxuan's back, and for some reason there was always a feeling of loneliness.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Leng Chenxuan turned his head suddenly, and when he saw that it was Zhu La, his defensive eyes suddenly relaxed.

He slowly walked to Jura's side, took her soft little hand, and said softly, "Let's go!"

Leng Chenxuan's low and hoarse voice was like a Gu cup bewildering Zhula's nerve endings, and she let Leng Chenxuan lead her.

The two walked out of the building, the light rain in the sky was already getting heavier, neither of them had an umbrella, the breeze blew, Jura shivered, and hugged her body tightly with her hands.

Leng Chenxuan glanced at Jura's shivering body, he took off his suit and draped it over her shoulders.

His hand naturally rested on Jura's shoulder, gently took Jura into his arms, put one hand in his pocket, and covered Jura's head with his right hand, allowing her to lean on his chest.

Zhu La silently leaned on Leng Chenxuan's arms, smelling the familiar smell on his body, and felt a kind of peace of mind in his heart.

The two villains in their hearts were fighting, and one persuaded Zhu La to ignore Leng Chenxuan, and the two couldn't do it.

A persuasion Zhula, actually love boldly together, in today's society, there are so many people who do not match, as long as they love each other, everything is infinitely possible.

Jura shook her body, covered her head, and sighed deeply.

Hearing Zhu La's helpless sigh, Leng Chenxuan hugged Zhu La's shoulder tightly with his big palm: "Is it still cold?"

Turning Zhu La's body, Leng Chenxuan let Zhu La face him, he stretched out his big palm and hugged Zhu La tightly with both hands.

The two were close together, and Leng Chenxuan lowered his head and whispered in Zhula's ear, "Is it still cold?"

Zhu La raised her eyes and met Leng Chenxuan's tender eyes, there was a trace of tears in her clear eyes, she put her hands on Leng Chenxuan's chest, staring at his eyes quietly.

The familiar song suddenly came to her ears, and Jura's tears slowly rolled down the corners of her eyes and dripped to her mouth, and the sour taste made Jura smile helplessly.

"I can think of the most romantic thing is that I will grow old with you until I can't go anywhere, and I am still the treasure in the palm of your hand......"

That familiar and classic old song kept ringing in my ears.

Zhula's tears kept slipping, Leng Chenxuan's mouth hooked a smile, he gently wiped Zhula's tears with his big palm, and said softly: "Don't cry, it's not beautiful to cry again!"

Those gentle and thoughtful words made Jura's eyes even more rosy, and she trembled, shrugged her shoulders, and kept crying.

"Don't be too nice to me!" Zhu La leaned into Leng Chenxuan's arms and cried bitterly.

I don't know if it's because of that classic old song, or because I know that my health is getting worse and worse.

That feeling of loneliness and loneliness slowly lingered in the bottom of Jura's heart.

She is a simple woman, the love she needs is very simple, she wants to have a man who can accompany her to old age, no matter what happens, he is by her side.

For so many years, the man in front of him has always been by his side, whether it is the encounter between the two, or the abusive misunderstanding, or the ruthless injury.

The man in front of him was always there, he was always standing in place, silently guarding himself, no matter what happened, he was by his side.

That persistence made Zhu Larong, if it weren't for his illness, Zhu La would have hugged him into his arms without hesitation, feeling his gentleness and thoughtfulness.

But the deeper the love, the more I hope he is happy.

Jura deeply hopes that the man in front of her can find a healthy girl, be able to live happily together, and give birth to a healthy baby, this is her expectation, the deepest blessing!