"Hello everyone, I'm Su Yi'an, I will come here often in the future, I hope you don't dislike me because I'm Mrs. Yue, I hope you can treat me as an ordinary colleague."

Simple and playful words instantly shorten the distance with everyone.

Don't dislike me just because I'm Mrs. Yue? The corners of Yue Feiyang's lips twitched, disgusted with his wife? Who would dare?

The two walked into the office and closed the door, Su Yi'an was copied into Yue Feiyang's arms before she could stand firmly, and raised her chin with two fingers together, her eyebrows and eyes were smiling,

"Why do you dislike Mrs. Yue's identity so much?"

Su Yi'an chuckled, now she is not afraid of this man with a terrifying aura even if her heart is beating like a drum, she learns his movements, and pinched his perfectly curved chin with two fingers,

"I dislike your identity as the president of the Yue family!"

How many people envy the status of the president that many people look up to, is so disgusted, and he says it so bluntly.

"If you weren't the president of the Yue family, if it weren't for so many people following you to make a living, you wouldn't be under so much pressure, and you would have more time to accompany me with peace of mind, instead of squeezing time to take time. Maybe we will travel around the world, we will fish by the lake, we will go to the spring to relax, anyway, it is much more comfortable than the happiness of racing against time now! ”

She was definitely speaking from the heart, and he read it from her serious eyes.

He squeezed time to accompany her, she didn't feel at ease, she was not steady, she was distressed.

Because then he will face more squeezed work.

"The identity of this big president is really not very good." Yue Feiyang sighed and said quietly.

What others dream of, she just doesn't care.

From beginning to end, she cared about him as a person, not about the terrifying identity and power when she said it.

"If you're just Yue Feiyang one day," Su Yi'an pinched his chin hard and continued, "You'll dislike yourself!" ”

Yue Feiyang laughed knowingly, or his little wife knew him, if he didn't have this identity that day, he would dislike himself.

"Mr. Yue, please let go, you should work!"

Su Yi'an looked at this man with a spring breeze on his face, how long had he not laughed so heartily. After a whispered reminder, he couldn't help but stand on tiptoe and drop a kiss on his lips, "How are you going to place me?" ”

"Come, I'll show you a place."

Yue Feiyang's eyes flashed with a gleam, and he pulled Su Yi'an into the lounge behind the screen, but he didn't expect that there was another space in the lounge, where there was a desk, a hanging basket swing, and two pillars of greenery.

What surprised her the most was not these, but the curtains, strung together with poster-sized photographs, in a circle along the ceiling.

In these photos, the male protagonist is Yue Feiyang, and the female protagonist is her.

There are group photos, and there are also singles. There are them kissing on the street, there are them standing on the balcony chatting, there are when he sends his first love letter, and even when she is asleep, she concentrates on her work......

However, none of these photos, without exception, she had never seen them.

When did Uncle shoot it? Especially a photo of them? When and who did you shoot it?

The last time I visited, there wasn't a small studio, so when was it renovated?