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There was a primitive impulse in her body that was screaming, Jura was suddenly awakened by the cold water, she broke free from Han Xinrui's clamps, turned over and grabbed her arm, and threw Han Xinrui aside.

Reaching out and fiddling with the wet wig, Jura's eyes showed a cruel look, the corners of her mouth hooked a touch of mockery, and she squatted coldly on the ground.

Raised Han Xinrui's jaw and rubbed it in the palm of his hand, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, although the smile was very light, but it was cold.

Seeing Zhu La's expression, Han Xinrui supported her body and took a few steps back, her eyes full of horror.

Zhu La's sudden expression made her feel scared, and Han Xinrui screamed in fright when she saw Zhu La approaching her.

The hand paused in mid-air, Jura retracted his palm, glanced at Han Xinrui, and slowly got up gracefully from the ground.

She straightened her clothes and walked out with steady steps.

Leaving the frightened Han Xinrui lying alone on the ground, quietly in a daze.

Jura walked to the dressing room, and the makeup artist saw her embarrassed appearance and reached out to help her fix her hair.

Coldly patting away the palm of the makeup artist's outstretched hand, there was no trace of warmth in Jura's eyes.

She glanced at the makeup artist and said in a deep voice, "Help me get a wig?"

The makeup artist didn't understand Zhula's words, and was stunned in place, and Zhula saw the makeup artist's daze and opened her voice sharply: "Didn't you understand my words?"

Jura's voice was like a Yama coming out of hell, cold and gloomy, and the makeup artist was frightened to knock over the makeup box on the table, and the floor was in a mess.

With a slight frown, Jura sat on a stool, her hands around her chest, and looked coldly at the makeup artist who was picking up makeup on the ground.

The makeup artist lowered his head and squatted on the ground, his fingers trembling slightly due to the pressure of Jura's powerful aura, his whole body was tense, and he didn't dare to come out.

Seeing the makeup artist's slow appearance, Zhu La's eyebrows tightened, and she opened her voice coldly: "Filming is about to start, when are you going to grind?"

Hearing Jura's voice, the makeup artist picked up the cosmetics on the ground, walked out of the dressing room, and borrowed wigs everywhere.

She didn't know that anyone would ask for a wig before, so she didn't even think about wearing a wig, and Jura suddenly asked for a wig, which made her at a loss.

In particular, Jura's strong personality made the makeup artist a little scared, and she asked from room to room, but she got no answers.

When the makeup artist is desperate, a girl takes out the wig in her bag and hands it to the makeup artist.

The makeup artist bowed gratefully to the girl, who smiled and turned to leave.

Approaching the dressing room, the makeup artist slowly moved to Jura's side, glanced at her tense face, and cautiously opened her mouth: "I'm sorry, I looked around just now and found the wig, here you go!"

Both hands handed the wig to Jura's hand, and the makeup artist stood quietly beside him, looking dazed.

Jura picked up the wig, walked inside, ripped off the soaked wig, and put a new wig on her head.

Everything was ready, and Jura stepped out of it with graceful steps.

The makeup artist had everything ready, and she picked up her makeup tools and carefully touched up Jura's makeup.

On the basis of the original, the makeup artist picked up the makeup brush and snorted a few times, so that the original dull makeup looked a new feeling.

Jura glanced at herself in her glasses, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, which contained a lot of meaning.

Seeing that everything was ready, Jura asked the person next to her to stop moving, and she slowly opened her mouth: "That's it, let's shoot!"

Hearing Jura say that she was leaving, the makeup artist finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As if sensing the makeup artist's resentment, Jura smiled coldly at the corner of her mouth.

The eerie look made the makeup artist next to him feel excited.

Jura got up from her seat, looked in the mirror, and straightened her white dress.

glanced at the makeup artist beside him, and walked out of the dressing room coldly.

When she came to the shooting location, Jura Slippers stood on the white cloth, facing the camera, sometimes charming, sometimes pure, sometimes cold, sometimes shy, sometimes ......

Facing the camera, Jura has an innate sense of the camera, and she is immersed in her own feelings, pondering every action that the photographer requires, including the details.

After shooting all the interior shots, Jura sat down in her chair to rest.

Feeling the weight on her shoulders, Jura raised her eyes and looked at the person beside her.

I saw Lu Xue take a thickened military coat and drape it on Zhula's shoulders.

A warmth burned from the bottom of his heart, Zhu stretched his hand and patted Lu Xue behind him, and a kind smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Han Xinrui slowly walked in from outside, and the assistant followed behind her to help her carry her things.

The arrogant and fanatical look made Jura's eyes sink, she slowly got up from the seat, walked to Han Xinrui's side, and whispered to her eardrums: "Mo Yuxin told me that there was a vicious woman who cut her face and instigated her relationship with her boyfriend, because of a misunderstanding, Mo Yuxin finally jumped off the cliff in despair, these days, she shouted in my ear every day, you are so scared......"

Zhu La's words were like a time bomb, the gunpowder had exploded into his heart, Han Xinrui's whole body trembled, especially when he heard Zhu La's last words, Han Xinrui's tense heart completely collapsed.

With a pale face and trembling fingers, Han Xinrui stood in front of the camera, experienced and calmed down, and paused for at least 30 seconds.

The photographer urged Han Xinrui to start filming her taking off her shoes and slowly approaching the white background cloth.

Facing the camera, Han Xinrui made some perfect movements with ease, and the emotions expressed in her eyes were also very rich.

Towards the end, Han Xinrui had no intention of meeting Zhu La's gloomy black eyes, and suddenly panicked.

She lowered her head, pondered silently for a few seconds, and then looked up, and she stepped into the role.

The photographer shook his head, Han Xinrui's state was not as good as before, he shouted loudly: "Han Xinrui, smile, don't be sad, yes, look at the camera......"

Listening to the photographer's command, Han Xinrui was a little confused, but Zhu La sat directly opposite her, the corners of her mouth gently pulled up, and a cold smile hung on her lips.

Han Xinrui retracted her gaze in a panic, and her whole person trembled slightly from fear.

"Han Xinrui, what's the matter with you, after shooting advertisements for so long, you still make such a low-level mistake?" Seeing Han Xinrui's constant mistakes, the photographer couldn't bear it, picked up the camera in his hand, strode to Han Xinrui's side, and shouted loudly.

Han Xinrui stood in place, a little at a loss, her mind was blank, she didn't know what she should do at the moment.

"I'll shoot again tomorrow!" Seeing that Han Xinrui was in a bad state, the photographer put away the camera, shook his head helplessly, and turned to leave.

Han Xinrui angrily walked down from the white background, walked to Jula's side, and roared angrily at her: "Do you and I have a grudge?"

Zhu La gently stroked the hair in front of her and said in a cold voice: "Dare to compete with me, this is the only end!"

Zhu La's simple words made Han Xinrui tremble, she trembled her hands, and her body kept taking a few steps back.

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