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                                                         就是穿着很廉价、做工质地都很粗糙的衣服,都遮盖不住她由内而外散发出来的独有气质。                                                                                不知道是不是错觉,林樾竟觉得她眉宇间特别像一个女演员。                                                                                具体是哪个女演员,他大脑一时间又短路,又想不起来。                                                                                反正那个女演员名字很熟悉就对了,他无意间看了那个小演员演的一部武打片,不错,有潜力。                                                                                这时,蒋慕承的手机又响起。                                                                                一长串数字,没有备注名字,但他记得这个号码,是叶晴岚的私人号,之前她打过几次。                                                                                他一直没存,可记住了。                                                                                电话还在响,蒋慕承没接,也没按断,就把手机摁了静音放在一旁。                                                                                林樾看到蒋慕承拿手机,又想起之前的事,心下好奇:“四哥,你怎么不接叶晴岚的电话?”                                   
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