Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   She jumped up and down, and nearly fell several times. At first, Fu Zhiyan petted her and let her hang around him like a little monkey. The more she played, the more fun she became, and she almost fell into a dog eating **** again. Fu Zhiyan didn't cooperate at all.

   "Stop shooting."

   "Why, I finally found the feeling, I'll take a few more pictures. Anyway, the kitten won't be out of school for a while."

   "Then you can shoot yourself."

   The stern man walked away with his long legs.

  Han Xiaoye pouted, grinding his teeth. Can she take wedding photos alone? Who would care if he could shoot with him? !

   Feeling unhappy for a while, she was all attracted by the photo in a blink of an eye.

   "I'll go see how it goes."

   She trotted to the tripod outside the door, took off the SLR camera, and took out the memory card by the way.

   "Manager, do you have a computer here?"

   "Yes, right here." The boss pointed to the notebook in front of him.

   "Can I look at the photo?"

   "Okay, Mrs. Fu, please."

  Han Xiaoye Pidianpidian inserted the card and clicked on the storage space to start browsing. The photographer of the studio was also there, and he was amazed when he saw the finished film from the very beginning.

   "Mrs. Fu, why does the finished film look like the one after PS?"

"Glass, you forgot, I took the camera outside the glass. There is a layer of glass in the middle. Now the sun is setting in the west, and the light is refracted at an angle of 65°. First, it will not blur people to see clearly. Second Come here to get a layer of faint light."

  Han Xiaoye talked about his professional dance.

   "Look here, I deliberately turned sideways this way, because this place is a mirror image that can be photographed according to optical principles. Do you see, here, and here."

   In fact, the mirror image can be more perfect, but unfortunately she feels that a certain person will not cooperate with her. Instead of expecting him to cooperate with her, it is better to find the lens herself.

   "Ah, Enen, so it is. What about this?"

  Han Xiaoye pointed to the photo he asked and told him seriously, because both of them were looking at the computer, and the focus of photos is to look at the details. So the two inevitably got a little closer. Seeing that the air in the bridal shop was getting colder and colder, the boss wiped the sweat from his forehead and was about to call the photographer when he saw the expressionless man walking faster than him. past. Relentlessly buttoned the laptop, "Are you free?"

"……"What's the meaning?

  Han Xiaoye was talking about the exciting point, her own nature is also very high, she was interrupted abruptly, and she was asked a question so coldly, while she was stunned, her heart stabbed.

   What kind of fire did he make?

   It’s fine if he doesn’t cooperate with taking photos, he doesn’t cooperate with looking at the photos for himself. So unwilling to cooperate, what did you say to hold a wedding at that time?

   "Leave." Fu Zhiyan was equally uncomfortable.

   The thought of her getting closer and closer to the male photographer just now, almost touching his head, made his chest suffocate violently, and an inexplicable sour taste came up, making him unable to help frown.

   His brows were almost knotted, he tried his best to hold back the surging displeasure, and restrained the little woman's hand, "Go home."

  Han Xiaoye's wrist hurt when he grabbed him, and he was stubborn and didn't say a word. Holding back his grievance, he turned around and said to the boss, "Boss, can you take photos here? How long will it take to take them out?"

"10 minutes."

   "Very good, please help me to develop the set of photos I just took. I'll go and change my clothes first."

   "Okay, okay, don't worry, Mrs. Fu, I'll go get it right away."

  The boss agreed, and Han Xiaoye breathed a sigh of relief. He stretched out his hand and pulled the man's hand away, followed his tone and said indifferently, "Even if I have to leave, I can't go out wearing this, I'll change clothes first."

   When had Fu Zhiyan been treated so coldly by her, as if someone had punched her hard, she pursed her thin lips and released her hand.

   "Mrs. Fu, this way please." The clerk led Han Xiaoye to the place where he changed clothes.

"Okay."

  Han Xiaoye followed the clerk with his skirt.

   As soon as she left, the air in the photography building became colder and colder, and there was wind in the bones of the cold people, and no one dared to let out one, for fear of offending the man who stood motionless. Still the boss couldn't stand it, so he stepped forward with an apologetic smile, "President Fu, we..." Before it was said whether or not to change clothes, the man with his thin lips pursed took the lead to go to the place where he changed clothes.

  The boss quickly followed.

  Men change clothes very quickly, and it is done by dividing three and five by two.

  The boss carefully put away the suit, and was about to ask him if he liked this wedding dress when he heard his stern voice, "I'll put the wedding dress and suit together in a while, and swipe the card."

   "Okay, okay." The boss paused, "The wedding photo?"

   "According to what she said, wash it out first, then refine the set of photos, make them into an album and send them over. You should know better than me how to do it."

   means that you don’t need to take any more wedding photos, just use the one that your wife took. The boss is a businessman, and his brains turn fast. While hearing the meaning of his words, he silently envied Han Xiaoye.

   Many wealthy people in their shop take wedding photos. Generally, for these photos to be hung, the man will usually ask for a lot, and he will focus on himself. Few men are willing to indulge their wives to play like this, just because their wives like them, and they really use those playful photos as wedding photos. He felt that Fu Zhiyan was too indulgent to Han Xiaoye, so he didn't dare to say that, "I understand, Mr. Fu can rest assured."

  The boss hurriedly asked people to iron the suits. When Han Xiaoye came out, the wedding dresses that did not need to be ironed were also packed and sent out. There are also photos that Han Xiaoye said to be washed.

   "Mr. Fu, do you put your clothes in the car?"

"Yep."

  Han Xiaoye watched the clerk carefully put the wedding suits into the car, and was startled, "You bought them all?"

   "Don't you like it? Let's go, Mu Ye is about to leave school."

  Fu Zhiyan took her hand naturally and got into the car. The driver was already waiting. As soon as they got in the car, they drove straight to the city.

   Black Bentley comes in a low profile and goes in a low profile.

   Several young female clerks were still envious at the door.

   "Emma, ​​I'm so envious, my husband is so handsome and so rich. That wedding dress is the most expensive in our shop, right? Did you see that her husband bought it without blinking."

   "Nonsense, people use black cards, unlimited advance cards. I didn't expect to see black cards here, it's too exciting."

   "Good luck."

   At this moment, a low-key and luxurious Knight XV parked on the side of the road on the other side of the intersection, and the man in the driver's seat had slightly curly hair and was extremely rebellious. He was holding the steering wheel now, his knuckles turning white from too much force.

   "Rong Lian, are you alright?" Yin Jue didn't know what to say. He knew too well that this man saw the impact of Han Xiaoye's wedding photos with his own eyes.

   The man who held the steering wheel tightly closed his peach eyes and opened them again, avoiding answering, "Let's go."