Divorce: This is a Trivial Matter

The photographer was also a little shocked. He originally wanted the bridegroom to kiss a forehead casually enough. Unexpectedly, the two of them kissed completely forgetting here.

Alas, is he old?

When Yang Wei was a little breathless, Qi Xiaoyan released her.He looked at her reddish cheeks and knew it was not blush: "Baby, do you really want to take pictures on a swing like this?"

"Ok."

"Okay, but you can only sit on it and not move."

Qi Xiaoyan finally gave in. Yang Wei kissed another happily on his face and ran to the swing to sit down, but it was really obedient.Qi Xiaoyan stood by her side, still holding her waist unreliably. The photographer looked at them for a while and put down the camera in his hand, saying: "Let the makeup artist make up the bride's makeup first, and the lipstick is eaten. Gone."

Yang Wei: "..."

She simply wanted to cover her face with three screams.

Soon, the makeup artist walked into the studio with several lipsticks.Instead of letting Yang Wei choose, she asked Qi Xiaoyan: "Sir, what do you like?"

Yang Wei: "..."

She never wants to pass this street again.

Qi Xiaoyan chose the one that looked like strawberry at the end, but in fact had nothing.The photographer directed them for a while, and felt that there was no more for him to play, so he proposed: "There is also a small European-style garden outside. Are you going to take photos there?"

Of course Yang Wei readily agreed.

The small garden is really small, only about 10 square meters, but it is very delicately dotted, which is more than enough for taking pictures.In addition to this small European style garden, there is also a Chinese-style courtyard in the gallery, but Yang Wei and Qi Xiaoyan said that today's dress is not suitable for Chinese style, so they didn't go there.

There is a European-style round table in the garden. There are also English tea sets and afternoon tea snacks. What surprised Yang Wei was that the snacks on the plate were not props, but real.

"Is this edible?" She asked the photographer with a cute cookie.

The photographer nodded behind the lens: "Of course, this is done every day, but I suggest you feed each other."

Yang Wei snatched the corner of his mouth, and handed the cookie in his hand to Qi Xiaoyan: "Volume, open mouth."

Qi Xiaoyan glanced at her and really opened his mouth. The moment his light-colored thin lips opened, Yang Wei had the illusion that his heart was also hooked.

Click.

The crisp biscuit cracked between Qi Xiaoyan's lips and teeth, Yang Wei stared at the tip of his tongue as if his fingertips had been gently licked.

Click.

This time it was the shutter sound of the camera. The photographer took a look at the latest photos and said to them: "The two of you have a really good sense of drama, don't you really consider developing in the entertainment industry?"

Yang Wei: "..."

Qi Xiaoyan said: "..."

Toss to hurry up, this wedding photo journey is finally over.Yang Wei was exhausted, sitting on the sofa like a dead fish and letting the makeup artist help herself remove makeup.

The owner of the photo gallery also found Qi Xiaoyan diligently, hoping that they could provide the photos to the photo gallery for promotional purposes. He could offer them a 30% discount and give away a set of photos for free.

Then, like the boss from last year, he was rejected by Qi Xiaoyan with a blank expression.

The photos are still being post-processed. Qi Xiaoyan made an appointment with the Xiangguan and took Yang Wei to dinner.Although he still hopes to go home to do it himself, but now it is too late, Yang Wei is expected to be hungry.

Yang Wei watched Qi Xiaoyan fasten his seat belt and asked him: "The conditions mentioned by the boss are still favorable. Why didn't you consider it?"

Qi Xiaoyan moved his brow and said, "That's the wedding photo of the two of us. Do you really want it to be hung outside the gallery for people to visit?"

The corners of Yang Wei's mouth were warped, and her beautiful eyes seemed to be brightened by the sun: "Of course not."