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Chapter 950 : There is no giving up in the fanwai dictionary

"She is so ruthless, she is so arrogant, she doesn't care, as if she can't move her heart, but the acting career seems to be important to her, so I will look at the moment her pride is completely reduced.

Seeing her cold heart was captured because of the attention, the injured expression, tasted the real pain. I want to deprive what she wants, what do you say? "

Mo Fei's lips are getting larger and larger, condensing into an indescribable maliciousness.

Yes, in the cold her heart, no one could not afford her attention, and she couldn't afford her pain.

So, she must pay great attention to the opportunity she wants to get so much. [

Watching that opportunity to lose in her hands, she will be painful!

He wanted her to taste, the painful taste, only in this way, she would know what pain and despair.

She once gave him the pain, and he returned to her one by one.

"Hehe ..." The producer could only look at his cold and resentful face, and didn't dare to say a word.

Fortunately, this situation is bound to be the victory of Haiming, otherwise the trouble will be great.

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The seventh player has performed on the court.

Bai Yan was about to come to power, and Hai Ming walked back to the background with confidence, and saw that Bai Yan was not affected.

After jumping for a little eyelid, he couldn't help but speak: "Bai Yan, it looks like you haven't given up yet, do you think you can win me?"

In the performance just now, he made his skills, and he felt shocked.

It was the best performance since he made his debut, which is better than in the real movie scene.

So after the interpretation, he is full of self -confidence, and he must get the role.

Bai Yan's head does not return, and he doesn't look at him.

Just speak faintly: "In my dictionary, I didn't give up, I would win you."

After speaking, regardless of Hai Ming's anger's expression, he pulled the soft rubber sticker on his hand with one hand, revealing the wound of the flesh and blood.

She threw the glue on the ground coldly.

Yiyi picked up the long sword that put it around, and completely wiped the wound of his palm without the hoe.

There is only firm eyes, step by step to the backstage stairs.

Broken the boat, at all costs. [[

This is her, Bai Yan.
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