[69 Book Bar - www.] Xiao Moshu put his arm around her waist and said to the young male photographer, "Let's get started!"
His hand was big and hot, and he placed it on her waist. She immediately stiffened. However, Xiao Moshu hugged her tighter and walked towards the studio.
"You two can get closer together and smile..." The photographer has already asked his assistant to prepare and let them pose.
Xiao Moshu is very natural, but he rarely smiles. When he smiles like this, he is smiling, his eyebrows and eyes are squeezed together, which is more frightening than looking at him without smiling.
Yan Huan, on the other hand, couldn't help but laugh. She hadn't calmed down yet. She had been a little confused since just now and it was difficult for her to respond.
The photographer was a little embarrassed. He couldn't help but wonder whether this newlywed couple, who looked very different in age, really loved each other. Even if the girl put on makeup, it was difficult to conceal her youth. The man could tell how old he was when he wore a suit.
thirty.
Of course, he didn't dare to ask more questions, and he knew that Mr. Xiao had a lot of background.
"Just shoot like this!" Xiao Moshu said in a deep voice.
The photographer didn't dare to say more, he just asked them to change their poses.
Xiao Moshu became more natural later on, with a slight smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. On the contrary, the girl was unable to enter the situation until Xiao Moshu was taking the last few photos, and suddenly patted her face and looked at her, whispering:
"Yan Huan...."
Yan Huan looked at her blankly, her eyes wide open and looking at him intently.
"This is your choice, do you remember?" After saying that, his lips fell on hers.
The photographer hurriedly seized the opportunity to take a few pictures.
But no one paid attention to him. Xiao Moshu touched her lips and kissed her deeply. Yan Huan seemed to be bewitched, the smell of men filled her nose, like a dream. His kiss was not unfamiliar to her.
Naturally, my hand fell on his chest and grabbed his clothes.
She kept her eyes open at first, but it wasn't until she saw him slowly closing his eyes that she slowly closed them and twitched her lips slightly in response.
His lips were warm and soft, and the tip of his tongue lightly touched the center of her lips. Yan Huan softened a little and leaned tightly into his arms.
She really liked Xiao Moshu's kiss. But marrying him seemed to be a little different.
Her softness made the man tighten his grip on her waist, put his hand on the back of her head, and blew her deeper.
There was light gauze surrounding them, and the dry wind blew over and danced around them. The photographer was intoxicated by such a romantic and beautiful scene for a few seconds, and took a few more pictures.
After the kiss, Xiao Moshu slowly let go of her. Seeing that her lips were still red and pink, he felt her throat dry, but he held it back.
"Mr. Xiao, this group is finished shooting, do you want to change the background?" The photographer cleared his voice and asked in a timely manner.
Xiao Moshu still looked at Yan Huan intently and replied: "No need. Go change clothes, let's go home!" The last sentence was addressed to Yan Huan.
Go home? Yan Huan was startled again, he said home, Yan Huan did not forget that she had not had a home for a long time, and he actually said home to her.