A figure passed by the floor-to-ceiling window, and the photographer glanced up.

It was Song Lin who came back from shopping, carrying a delicately shaped cake in his hand and a cup of fresh milk in the other hand.

This is nothing, the key is that he is wearing a well-made suit, which has a hint of the smell of the noble son contaminated with the fireworks in the world.

Click-

The photographer couldn't hold back the itching of his hands and took a picture of his side face.

Song Lin followed the prestige, and the photographer hurriedly erected the camera as a shield, but the man just frowned, and there was no other reaction, and the photographer who took the camera secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, the cold Song Gongzi is still cold, and he will not restrain his momentum because there are more fireworks in the world.

When Song Lin entered the studio, Qin Wu had already tidied up and stood up from his seat.

She wore another wedding dress with a fluffy hem, the layers of the dress like flower petals, slowly spreading, her hair in a bun all pulled back, and a champagne-colored rose.

Yesterday, she was as sexy and seductive as a mermaid, but now, she is like a flower fairy.

The photographer, who received the message from the makeup artist, rushed over from another room and was ready to start work.

Song Lin handed the things in his hand to Qin Wu and said lightly: "Let her finish eating first." ”

Qin Wu's eyes were shining, because he saw the cake he loved to eat.

"Where did you buy it?" Qin Wu had already opened the box, dug a spoonful and put it in his mouth, the cake was soft and sweet, with a strong chocolate flavor, and with a strong aroma of hot milk, it was simply not too satisfying!

Song Lin raised his hand, straightened out the flowers on the side of her head, and asked with a smile, "Is it delicious?" ”

"Hmm."

Qin Wu nodded heavily.

"It's delicious." Song Lin smiled, it doesn't matter where you bought it.

Qin Wu sat on the chair, ate the ripple cake quickly and gently, and drank another glass of milk.

Song Lin took out a tissue and wiped her mouth for her.

Everyone saw it in their eyes and consciously did not make a sound to disturb.

The makeup artist came over to make up the lipstick, and said to the crowd waiting: "It's time to start shooting." ”

Taking pictures is not difficult for Qin Wulai, when she did not enlist in the army, she often took photos and street photos, including some cover photos of fashion magazines with relatively high requirements.

What kind of requirements does the photographer want to achieve, with a little mention, she can grasp the essentials and make the corresponding state.

The staff on the side handed Qin Wu a rose and asked her to hold it in her hand, and the petals were attached to her lips.

The variety of roses echoes the same hairpin in her hair.

The photographer made a gesture: "Song Ye stood behind Mrs. Song and hugged her from the back, you know?" ”

He paused, and there was a lot of sarcasm in his tone: "You should have tried this posture." ”

Song Lin's eyes swept lightly and did as requested.

He took a step away and stood behind Qin Wu, his arms around her waist, his waist was soft, and he could easily sense it through the layers of skirt yarn.

"Yes, hold on, don't move."

A clicking sound rang in my ears.

For the rest of the day, the photographer simply left the photographer to give them free rein while he concentrated on the shot.

When Qin Wu picked the petals of the rose and blew them towards Song Lin, that picture fell into the camera, which was simply beautiful.

The photographer pressed the shutter with a high frequency to record this rare moment.

Halfway through, Song Lin changed into the military uniform he brought over.

The temperament of the whole body has suddenly changed, from a noble and elegant noble son to an indifferent and upright god of war.

It's been a long time since I've seen him wear a military uniform, and Qin Wu's eyes are about to straighten.

"I'm coming back to my senses." He chuckled, flicking her forehead.

The photographer woke up like a dream, secretly annoyed that he couldn't record the picture of Song Lin taking Qin Wu's forehead in time.