The two were at a stalemate, retaining each other's arrogance, and in the end, Leng Chenxuan let go of Jula's hand.

Seeing that her arm was easily opened, Jura was slightly stunned, and she turned to leave, walking slowly.

After walking a few steps, pausing for a few seconds, seeing that Leng Chenxuan had no intention of chasing after her, she looked back slightly, only to see Leng Chenxuan hanging her head and sitting on a chair.

Jura took a deep breath, pulled the doorknob open, and walked out.

As the door shut, Jura's heart sank as she stood in the doorway, tears streaming down her face.

She thought that Leng Chenxuan would keep her, but she didn't expect him to have it, and what she was full of expectations came to naught at this moment.

I thought you would stay, but you thought I wasn't leaving.

The mockery spread little by little on her lips, and Jura burst into tears, covering her chest with her hands, biting her lips to prevent herself from crying.

There was the sound of footsteps in the corridor, and Jura quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and hurriedly ran towards the exit of the corridor.

Running out of the café in one go, Jura held back her grief and continued to run.

Behind the curtain of the room on the second floor, Leng Chenxuan stood there quietly, looking at Zhu La's back, and sighed.

He knows Zhula's stubborn character, if he insists on not letting her go, she will be even more noisy, and it is better to let her go than to embarrass the two.

Since she can't keep it, let her go.

Leng Chenxuan took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, picked up the lighter, and lit it slowly.

Inhaled sharply and spit out gently, in the swirling smoke, Leng Chenxuan squinted and looked at the neon lights on the street.

Jura ran to the side of the road, stopped a taxi, sat in the back seat, and cried bitterly.

Seeing Zhula's crying appearance, the taxi driver handed over a few tissues from the front and comforted him softly: "If you are wronged, cry out happily!"

Hearing the taxi driver's warm comfort, Jura was even more moved, why even a stranger cared so much about him, while that man always put on a high-minded indifferent feeling.

The gap between the two is in that subtle feeling, Zhu La hopes that Leng Chenxuan cares more about her, sometimes women mess around, isn't it just to let men boast more, hug more, and comfort more?

But when he got good, he actually shook his face to show himself, this ......

The more Jura thought about it, the more uncomfortable she became, and she squeezed the tissue tightly and let the tears slip down.

When she arrived at the apartment, Jura didn't know how she got to her room.

She fell down on the big bed, covered the quilt, wept bitterly, I don't know how long she cried, and she fell asleep in a daze.

Early in the morning, Jura was awakened from her sleep by a crisp ringtone, her eyes closed, and she felt everywhere for the source of her phone.

Finally, on the other side of the bed, she found the culprit who disturbed her dreams.

"Hey, there's something to talk about, there's a fart," Jura yelled at the person on the other end ......of the phone.

The director listened to Jura's rough voice on the other end of the phone, his brows were tightly locked, and he opened his voice in a deep voice: "What did you say?"

When Jura heard the director's deep voice, she suddenly woke up from sleep, and she immediately sat up from the bed.

picked up the phone, immediately turned into a gentle voice, and said softly: "It's the director? I thought it was a salesman, so early, what are you looking for me?"

Jura's sudden change in voice made the director cry and laugh, and he took his mobile phone and glanced at the time.

Hit the mobile phone hard, and said in a deep voice: "It's still early, you see it's almost eleven o'clock now, you get up quickly, clean up, and come over to film in the afternoon!" After speaking, he hung up the phone.

Hearing the director's urging magic voice, Jura was in no mood to sleep, lifted the quilt, and walked barefoot to the bathroom.

Turning on the shower and letting the hot water spray on herself, the scene from last night kept repeating itself in her mind, and Jura shook her head, ignoring it.

After taking a shower, Jura walked to the mirror and saw that her face was very bad, and her eyes were red and swollen.

Picking up the powder on the table, Jura began to apply it in earnest.

The blush and lipstick are all worn more brightly than usual, otherwise they look haggard, which makes people upset.

Walking out of the bathroom, Jura picked out a white dress and put it on her body, everything was ready, Jura stood in the hallway, looked at herself in the full-length mirror, and smiled slightly.

Reaching out to stop a taxi on the side of the road, sitting in the taxi, Jura quickly adjusted her state, she patted her cheek with her hand, and cheered herself up in her heart.

When the taxi arrived at the crew, Jura had just gotten out of the car and was dragged inside by a makeup assistant.

Walking into the dressing room, Ouyang Mo's makeup was half gone, he saw Zhu La come in, and greeted her warmly: "I don't look good today, I didn't sleep well last night?"

Jura touched her cheek with her hand, turned to the makeup assistant next to her, "Is it so obvious?"

Asked by Jura, the makeup assistant was stunned for a few seconds and nodded silently.

Jura patted her cheek to make herself look less haggard.

The makeup artist glanced at Jura's face, and the corners of her mouth showed a worried look, because Jura's costumes were all light-colored, girlish costumes.

Originally, Jura's skin was very white and clear, and she usually only needed to put on a clear base makeup, lightly sprinkle pink blush, and light lipstick to complete it.

But today, Jura's complexion and state are not good, and the makeup artist is a little embarrassed.

She pulled Jura into the dressing room, changed her clothes, and went outside to put on makeup, lest her makeup stain the costume.

The makeup artist chose a lilac dress for Jura, only this one is more elegant than the others, so that the makeup can be a little thicker.

After the two of them finished choosing, Jura sat down in a chair, and the makeup artist picked up a brush and began to draw on Jura's face.

For about half an hour, the assistant director hurriedly ran in and urged the makeup artist: "Boss, can you hurry up, the director is crazy, give you ten minutes, hurry up and get it done!" After speaking, the assistant director turned around and left the makeup artist.

For a movie queen of Zhu La's level, coupled with Ouyang Mo's identity as an actor, the assistant director does not dare to offend, and always speaks softly.

If you offend such a person, you won't be able to keep your job.

The makeup artist ignored the assistant director's shouts, and she still styled Jura's hair and makeup to suit her.

For a movie, if the heroine's hairstyle and makeup are not suitable, it will directly affect the audience's emotions.

has been in this industry for more than ten years, and the makeup artist is still experienced, she doesn't care how others urge, just do her own things well.

"Alright!" the makeup artist looked at Jura in the mirror, a satisfied smile on the corner of her mouth.

Jura stood up from her stool and pressed herself into the mirror, carefully looking at her face for any jams and incompleteness.

Ready together, Jura walked out of the room and walked into the scene, where Ouyang Mo had been waiting for a long time.

The two glanced at each other, and Jura remembered the scene of last night, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.