The deep sound drooped the long eye feathers, and a faint crimson appeared at the end of the pretty eyes.

As Mrs. Qin San, I was unable to experience something. This time, let her experience it personally.

However, can the belated wedding photos make up for the regrets you had in the past?

She no longer looks at this man with her admirational look.

When she put on the wedding dress again, her body could no longer feel happy about getting married with Qin Wangyan.

Chenyinyin walked past the man with her wedding skirt.

Qin Wangyan asked the makeup artist team to come in, and they put on makeup and styling for Chen Yinyin.

The makeup artist team flew from the capital overnight. They were not familiar with Chenyinyin, and they did not dare to explore more about what the relationship between this lady and Qin Wangyan was.

The makeup artist was silently putting on Chen Yinyin, while the stylist stood behind Shen Yinyin and was taking care of her hair.

The makeup artist who has been serving celebrities all year round can't help but sigh when he paints eyeshadow on the deep sound:

"Miss, your skin is really good! Your face doesn't need to be decorated too much."

Chen Yinyin opened her eyes and said "Thank you".

"Miss, we've put on makeup, you can get up."

Chen Yinyin glanced at herself with exquisite makeup in the mirror.

She stood up from the makeup mirror.

Turning around, she saw Qin Wangyan standing behind her, holding the hem of her skirt and walking towards the man.

"Last time I was getting engaged to Qin Zixuan, I didn't even wear the wedding dress you carefully selected for me. I really didn't expect that when I put on the wedding dress again, I actually wanted to take wedding photos with you."

From her mouth, Qin Wangyan frowned slightly when he heard the three words "Qin Zixuan". His foolish nephew had been driven back to the capital by him, and even though Chen Yinyin was still obsessed with it.

Qin Wangyan stretched out his hand to Chen Yinyin. It was not convenient for her to walk in a wide wedding dress.

Chen Yinyin didn't want to step on the hem of the inner skirt like Bo Jiujiu, and accidentally fell down.

She put her hand in the man's palm.

Chen Yinyin's hands were wearing lace gloves. Through the thin layer of lace, she felt that Qin Wangyan's hands were hot and hot.

"I have read a report saying that all women have dreamed of wearing wedding dresses and a deep voice. Now I can realize your dream."

Chen Yinyin made the man laugh, "My dream of wedding dress and wedding has long been dead. Taking wedding photos with you can at best be regarded as a commemoration of my dead love."

Qin Wangyan's beautiful eyebrows were shrouded in a thin layer of mist.

Seeing that they were ready, the clerk took them into the studio.

The scenes in the studio are comparable to those of the star shooting scene. According to the photographer's instructions, the deep voice was entangled in Qin Wangyan's arms.

The main photographer also came from Beijing. He only knew that he would come to Yuecheng to take private wedding photos for the wealthy families.

Everyone in the team signed a confidentiality agreement and could not disclose anything they saw at work.

Qin Wangyan rarely appears in public. Many people know that there is a big Buddha in the capital, but he doesn't even know what he looks like.

The people in the studio didn't recognize Qin Wangyan and Shen Yinyin, but when they appeared, everyone stopped the work at hand and looked at them blankly.

A few seconds later, a long sigh broke out in the studio.

The main photographer thought he was going to face the fat and big-eared giants. He opened his mouth wide and stared at Qin Wangyan and Chen Yinyin, muttering to himself:

"I really... picked up the treasure!!"

At the beginning of the shooting, the photographer looked at the handsome man as a god and the stunning woman as white roses through the camera, and he kept making awesome awesome.

"Where did you find the shot killer?"

"Wow! You two are really a perfect match! Top match! Fairy match!"

The photographer was incoherent in his amazement.

"Miss Bride, please raise your face and kiss the groom's chin."

Because the identities of these two people are kept confidential, the photographer can only call them that.

Chen Yinyin's heart was getting hot. Before she could do anything, her chin was squeezed by the man's slender fingers. Qin Wangyan bent down and kissed her lips directly.

The photographer screamed behind the camera, "Oh!! Groom! Don't be anxious! If you cover the bride's face like this, why would I take pictures?"

However, Qin Wangyan ignored the photographer at all, and he was calm in this kiss.

The photographer can only hold the camera and change his position to find a more suitable angle for shooting.

The deep kiss lasted for three minutes, and the deep sound was too unbearable!

There were so many optoelists at the scene, and the photographing assistant was surrounding them. The man seemed to have forgotten that he was taking pictures and was only addicted to his entanglement with her.

Until Chenyinyin's legs became weak, she punched Qin Wangyan in the chest with her fist.

She made a ruthless move, and the thing that hit Qin Wangyan had been scattering Qin Banruo's blood all year round.

The man overflowed from his throat, and then he was a little further apart from the deep voice.

The deep voice sound was low and the breath was breathing, and the man's eyes were as deep as a vast ocean.

He pulled up the corners of his lips and teased casually:

"Blush?"

The voice of the deep voice was hoarse, correcting the other party, "It's blush!"

The photographer had already walked up to them with his camera in his arms.

I heard the deep voice, and the photographer shouted at the makeup artist beside him:

"The lipstick on the bride's mouth was eaten by the groom! Get some makeup done!"

Several makeup artists rushed up to make up Chen Yinyin and wiped the lipstick marks on Qin Wangyan's lips.

Qin Wangyan stared at Chen Yinyin's face, and he smiled playfully and murmured:

"Will this blush automatically darken the color?"

The deep voice gave the man a glance, and she warned unwillingly, "Don't add burden to the employees! Eat my lipstick again, and you'll take a photo with a mouthful of red!"

Qin Wangyan's lips curled slightly. He didn't know what the wedding photos should look like, but it was not impossible to take photos from his lipstick, which was stained from his deep voice.

"Mr. Groom, can you pick up the bride?"


Chapter completed!