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Ke Zhehan raised his eyes and looked at the woman who was tilting his head to stare at him, chuckling, he reached out and rubbed Jula's short hair: "I like you like this?"

A casual joke made Jura's eyes sink, and she lowered her head and stared at her palm.

Staring at Zhu La's side face, Ke Zhehan seemed to be blocked by something in his heart, bitter, helpless, and confused.

Knowing that the woman in front of him would not fall in love with him, Ke Zhehan was still expecting, he was expecting that she was injured at that man, and when he turned his head, he could see that he had been waiting for her in the same place.

The hopeless waiting makes people unable to see the distance clearly, but they can let go, and they are unwilling, so they can only guard silently.

"Let's go back and rest early!" Approaching Zhula, Ke Zhehan patted her thin shoulder: "There will be a high-intensity performance tomorrow!"

Jura raised her eyes, and happened to meet the man's gentle eyes, and lowered her head in a panic, she tugged at the corner of her clothes.

I secretly thought to myself that if I met a bastard like Leng Chenxuan, Jura would definitely glare back.

But what he encountered was Ke Zhehan, who was as gentle as jade, and Zhula didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

Seeing Zhu La's helpless expression, Ke Zhehan raised his eyebrows, and a smile appeared on his sexy lips: "Go back quickly!"

As if she had been pardoned, Jura ran out, and she ran out of the crew without looking back.

After touching the hair cover on her head, she realized that she had not removed her makeup, and when she walked to the dressing room, she asked the makeup assistant to help her remove the makeup from her head.

Half an hour later, Jura stared at herself in the mirror, she reached out and touched her hair, the corners of her mouth choked, and she almost burst into tears.

The assistant behind him saw Zhu La's uncomfortable expression, knew that she was uncomfortable, and comforted her softly: "Your bald head is very beautiful!"

With a bitter smile, Jura put away her sadness and pursed her lips and smiled at the girl beside her.

She knows very well that being an actor is something that must be faced, and if she chooses it, she must face it.

Back at the hotel, it was getting late, and Jura simply had a bite to eat outside.

Walking back to the hotel arranged by the crew, passing through an alley, a pitch-black phantom flashed by.

Jura screamed in fright, and the man grabbed her arm and threw her against the wall, his hand on the cold wall.

Gasping, Jura stared at the man in front of him vigilantly, and the man picked up Jura like a beast and kissed him wildly.

Zhula's inky black pupils dilated suddenly, she couldn't believe it, so bright, someone dared to despise herself.

She lifted her legs, and the man seemed to know her movements, and slapped off Jura's raised legs with his big palm, and his slender thighs encircled Jura's legs.

Jura was ashamed, and her hands were raised above her head by the man, leaning against the cold wall.

Tears of humiliation slipped from Jura's eyes and rolled to the corners of the man's mouth.

The salty taste made the man stunned, and he raised his eyes as deep as cold, staring at the tearful eyes of the woman in the dark.

The feather eyelashes trembled, the woman trembled, and the suppressed cry made Leng Chenxuan feel like a sinner.

Letting go of the woman's body, Leng Chenxuan laughed wildly: "I still lost you in the end!"

Slowly detaching himself from the woman's body, Leng Chenxuan took a few steps back and leaned against the ice-like wall.

Under the weak light, Leng Chenxuan's cold face became deeper and deeper, and he narrowed a pair of cold eyes as deep as a cold tan, staring at the trembling woman in front of him.

Jura clasped her hands around her chest and stared at the man opposite her vigilantly, and under the street lamp, the man's angular face met Jura's eyes.

The anger in her chest made Jura lose her mind, and she strode in front of Leng Chenxuan and slapped him on the cold cheek with her backhand.

With tears in her eyes, Jura trembled her hands, and she tugged at Leng Chenxuan's collar: "Let each other go!"

With a sniff, Jura turned to leave, her arm being pulled by the man.

"Give me another chance!"

The man's hoarse and deep voice revealed a little helplessness, and his body leaning against the wall moved slowly.

Holding the woman's waist with both hands, burying her head in the woman's hair, smelling the unique fragrance of the woman, Leng Chenxuan's heart was inexplicably stable.

All his worries came to naught at this moment, and Leng Chenxuan tightly circled the woman's body: "Don't leave me, okay?"

The phrase "how is it" kept replaying in Jura's mind, and she really wanted to promise the man, but when she remembered her illness, she thought of her illness.

Breaking the man's fingers, Jura staggered forward and stood firm.

Jura turned around, her reddish eyes sank, and she wiped the tears from her face in a panic: "We're done!"

Listening to Zhu La's suppressed roar, Leng Chenxuan's gloomy eyes darkened, he approached the woman, reached out to take her soft little hand, and put it on his chest.

Jura coldly withdrew her hand from the man's big clamping palm, pushed the man away abruptly, turned around, and ran out.

Staring at the back of the woman disappearing into the night, the man fell silent for a while.

In the dead of night, Leng Chenxuan dragged his tired body and mind away from the deep alley......

Jura ran back to the hotel in one breath, swiped the card to enter the room, she kicked her breath, leaned against the door, patted her chest, Jura took a deep breath, and sat down on the ground.

All emotions were released, hugging his body, resting his head on his lap, and quietly looking at the ground.

"Jura, are you back?" Lu Xue poked her head out of the bathroom and glanced at the door.

Seeing Zhu La sitting on the ground and feeling depressed, Lu Xue came to her side on foot and helped her shoulder: "What's wrong?"

Jura slowly raised her head, smiled bitterly, and opened her tender lips indifferently: "I just feel a little tired......"

Lu Xue reached out and pulled Jura on the ground, pushed her body, entered the bathroom, and gently helped her close the door.

The hot water in the shower sprayed out and sprinkled all over Jura's body, and Leng Chenxuan's sad and grief-stricken expression kept coming to her mind.

Reaching out to wipe the drops of water from her face, Zhula cried bitterly, she kept warning herself in her heart: "You are no longer Mo Yuxin, you are Zhula, a Zhula who looks like a devil, you are sick, will he accept the incomplete you, don't be stupid......"

The water in the shower woke Jura, she reached out and touched the water stains on her cheeks, I don't know if it was water or tears, Jura couldn't tell the difference, and rushed into the sewer with the flow.

Wash away all unrealistic ideas with you, including your own soft-heartedness and helplessness......

Walking out of the bathroom, Lu Xue saw Zhula's wet hair, she picked up the hair dryer and intimately helped Zhula dry her hair.

She knew that there was something strange about Zhula today, she didn't want to say it, and Lu Xue didn't ask.

As a friend, she doesn't want to say it, pretends not to know, and when she wants to say it, she will naturally tell you.

Her hair had been dried, and Jura lay down under the covers, and the high-intensity shooting made Jura physically tired and fell asleep in a daze.

Lu Xue sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Zhu La who was sleeping, her eyebrows were lightly raised, and she muttered: "I finally found time to come over to visit the class, and I said that I asked you to chat with me, you are good, you actually fell asleep!"

Listening to Jura's even breathing, Lu Xue knew the difficulties of filming a movie, and she didn't care, turned around and approached the bathroom.

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