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Leng Chenxuan didn't know when he was so caring and would care about the life and death of others, he smiled sarcastically.

At the end of the interview, Leng Chenxuan smiled indifferently at the girl and her boyfriend.

For Leng Chenxuan's help, the girl and her boyfriend were grateful, and the two thanked each other and walked out of the room with each other.

Looking at the relationship between the two, Leng Chenxuan had a trace of feeling in his heart, but that feeling only lasted for a few seconds.

He sat down in his chair, picked up the script beside him, and struggled to memorize the lines.

For Leng Chenxuan, the first time he shot a movie, he was both nervous and excited.

In the face of the whole text, he had a headache, he had never been in such a hurry to memorize his lines, and he didn't know where to start.

The so-called interlacing is like a mountain, and he doesn't know where to use what expression, what language to use to express and describe.

The staff came to Leng Chenxuan's side, saw that he was looking at the lines attentively, and cautiously asked him if he could try on makeup today?

Leng Chenxuan put down the paper in his hand, followed the staff, and came to the designated makeup location.

Jura and Ouyang Mo were already in the dressing room, putting on makeup.

Seeing Leng Chenxuan walk in, Ouyang Mo said hello, and Zhu La smiled slightly, which was considered to have been said hello.

Sitting on the stool, Leng Chenxuan quietly looked at the mirror, waiting for the makeup artist to set his makeup.

This is the first time Leng Chenxuan has faced a professional team makeup.

When the makeup artist took out the hood and wanted to put it on top of his head, he looked embarrassed and asked for a long time before he reluctantly agreed to the makeup artist to put on his own makeup.

Everyone is done with their makeup, sitting in place, waiting for the makeup shoot to be taken.

Leng Chenxuan sat on the stool, looking at himself in the mirror, his face was ugly, and he looked reluctant.

Ouyang Mo's makeup was finished, he walked to Leng Chenxuan's side and patted him on the shoulder: "How is it, is it fun to put on makeup?"

Leng Chenxuan glanced at Ouyang Mo coldly, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He finally understood what Ouyang Mo said before, the words that it is not easy for an actor to face, there are too many things to face, and he can't control everything he doesn't know.

In the face of the so-called script, sometimes you can't shoot according to your wishes, and in the face of more challenging characters, you have to consider the negative impact of the characters, and see if it can bring benefits to your career......

Leng Chenxuan shook his head, he looked ahead thoughtfully, and said in a cold voice: "It's not as simple as I thought!"

A simple sentence made the corners of Ouyang Mo's mouth hook a ruffian smile.

He patted Leng Chenxuan's shoulder and said slowly: "As long as it's on the road, it's quite interesting!"

Leng Chenxuan ignored Ouyang Mo, smiled coldly, and twisted his stiff body.

The makeup artist gave Leng Chenxuan the final makeup in the mirror, and the details were refined.

Looking at Leng Chenxuan's makeup, the makeup artist nodded with satisfaction: "You are quite suitable for ancient costumes!"

Leng Chenxuan looked at himself in his glasses, dressed in white and flawless, spotless, obsidian-like black pupils, flashing with awe-inspiring heroic aura, sharp eyes like eagles, a handsome face as deep as carving, a tall nose, and cool lips with a cold smile at this time.

"Wow, what a handsome swordsman!" The makeup assistant next to him saw Leng Chenxuan's appearance, and immediately showed a happy smile, holding his heart.

The appearance made the other assistants laugh, for Leng Chenxuan's ancient costume.

Everyone praised him, his carved face and his indifferent expression, dressed in white, coupled with the sword in his hand, and his tall and majestic height, perfectly interpreted the word swordsman.

Hearing everyone's exclamations, Zhu La turned his head curiously, and happened to meet Leng Chenxuan's dark eyes as deep as an eagle.

Turning her head quickly, dodging Leng Chenxuan's eyes, Jura walked out of the makeup artist and waited in the corridor.

The suffocating feeling in the room left Jura breathless.

She never thought that Leng Chenxuan's ancient costume would be so attractive, handsome and chic, but without losing her own characteristics.

Jura was thinking cranky when the staff shouted the name of the lead actor.

Xiao Yiyao followed Ouyang Mo's footsteps and walked out.

When Zhu La saw Xiao Yiyao come out, she grabbed her arm, and the two walked forward talking and laughing.

The two women were chattering in front, and the two men behind them leaned on their shoulders, slowly following behind them, walking slowly.

When taking makeup photos, because Xiao Yiyao was outside the venue, Zhu La always couldn't let go, and there was always a trace of embarrassment in her expression.

"Stop, stop...... Jula, what's the matter with you, you and Ouyang Mo are a couple in love, but your expression tells me that you don't love him at all?" The photographer grabbed the camera and smiled helplessly at Jura.

Jura's face was expressionless, she stayed where she was, grabbing the corner of her clothes a little helplessly.

Ouyang Mo stood beside her and gently patted her shoulder with his hand to show comfort: "Is it because Yiyao is here, so you can't let go?"

Zhu La turned her head, looked at Ouyang Mo, and was silent.

All the emotions in her eyes silently told Ouyang Mo that she was worried about this.

Ouyang Mo walked out of the studio, he walked to Xiao Yiyao's side and whispered to her.

Xiao Yiyao smiled at Zhu La in understanding and walked out of the studio.

Ouyang Mo walked up to the photographer and muttered to him, and the photographer nodded.

"Zhu La, let's take a set of photos with Leng Chenxuan first!" the photographer arranged for the two, and his language was full of anticipation.

Leng Chenxuan walked into the studio in a dashing manner, and Jura stood in place, a little uncomfortable.

She had never taken any photos with Leng Chenxuan, and Zhu La was a little unaccustomed to such a close shot.

"Two people get closer...... "The photographer picks up the camera and shouts at the two.

Leng Chenxuan approached Zhu La, and his hand unconsciously wrapped his arms around her shoulder.

The photographer saw the intimate movements of the two, coupled with the indelible love in the eyes of the two.

Leng Chenxuan hugged Zhu La in his arms, to have some feelings, and looked at Zhu La, right...... That's it!" The photographer saw that the tacit understanding between the two was even better than that of Ouyang Mo just now, he picked up the camera, pointed at the two, and kept shooting.

The more they took pictures, the more relaxed they became, and in the end, they didn't need to be reminded by the photographer, the two of them played with their hearts, didn't listen to the photographer's command at all, and started to act on their own.

The natural movements of the two, coupled with the expressions of tacit understanding, surprised the photographer.

"Okay, that's it!"

The photographer kept holding the camera to shoot the movements of the two, and all the emotions were revealed at this moment.

When the last action was filmed, Leng Chenxuan suddenly became serious, he put his hands tightly around Zhu La's shoulders, and looked at her eyes gently.

The sweet and warm look in his eyes made Jura a little at a loss for a while, and the photographer captured the expressions of the two and quietly pressed the shutter.

Facing Leng Chenxuan's affection, Zhu La just smiled faintly.

Leng Chenxuan stretched out his big palm, brushed Zhu La's cheek, and his fingers slid gently, and finally fell to her pink lips and pressed it.

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