made up her mind, Han Yingying didn't look at Shen Mosheng, didn't talk to him, and completely used him as wood for concave shapes.

However, the photographer was too sassy, and soon let her break the work.

"Husband, look at me, I want to hug the bride like this, and then tweet one." The photographer said, hugging the assistant to show them around.

Han Yingying was trembling by Lei: "He is my husband." ”

The photographer changed his words from the good: "Dead ghost, hug his wife from behind, bow his head and kiss the top of his wife's hair, and his wife looks sideways at Wenwen." ”

Han Yingying couldn't help but whisper: "Are photographers so sassy now?" ”

Shen Mosheng replied with a strange expression: "I don't know." ”

Obviously, he is more depressed than Han Yingying, after all, he was called a husband and a dead ghost by a man.

Looking at his expression, Han Yingying couldn't help but laugh.

Taking advantage of the geographical advantage, she put her arms around Shen Mosheng's neck, pulled his head towards her, and kissed him loudly on the face: "Shen Mosheng, it's hard work." ”

obviously didn't like it, but he was highly cooperative throughout the whole process, and the photographer ordered him to act one by one, without the slightest hesitation and impatience.

Shen Mosheng was stunned, and his ears became uncontrollably red.

He tilted his head slightly, not daring to look directly into Han Yingying's eyes, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

"Shen Mosheng, are you very shy?"

Han Yingying exclaimed in surprise as if she had discovered a new world, holding Shen Mosheng's face with both hands, and a wicked smile welled up in her eyes.

"Hmm." Shen Mosheng blushed and nodded, but he was very happy in his heart.

"You're shy like this just by kissing the cheek, so what if that's the case?"

As soon as the words fell, Han Yingying pecked Shen Mosheng's lips with a little water, and left quickly, looking at his expression with wide eyes.

Shen Mosheng's handsome and compelling face was red at a speed visible to the naked eye, all the way to the base of his neck.

He stood helplessly, looking at Han Yingying shyly and frightened, completely speechless.

"Shen Mosheng, you actually blush!"

"I'm just an ordinary person," Shen Mosheng said sneeringly, a pair of eyes not knowing where to look.

"No, no, no, you're a straight man of steel."

Shen Mosheng couldn't cry or laugh: "Won't the straight man of steel blush?" ”

"I don't know, you're the first straight man of steel I've ever met." Han Yingying looked at his blushing face quite curiously, and the more she looked at it, the more interesting she felt.

At this moment, Shen Mosheng has lost his usual old seriousness, and he is shy and at a loss, which inexplicably makes people want to love him.

"Sakura, you let go of me"

"Don't let go."

"It's not good that someone is here."

"But when you hugged and lifted me just now, why didn't you say it?"

"Photographer's request."

"Then you didn't touch me?"

"Touched."

"Is that good?"

"Not good."

"If it's not good, why do you do it?"

Shen Mosheng, who couldn't argue at all, could only cry without tears.

Han Yingying happily continued to bully him, not letting go of this rare opportunity.

The photographer pressed the shutter sharply on the side, not willing to miss a moment.

Beautiful, so beautiful!

The rest of the shooting was completely free for the two of them, and the photographer was only responsible for pressing the shutter on the side.

The group of photos that was originally intended to be noble and cold and glamorous ended up being sweet and funny.

Because she discovered Shen Mosheng's shy side, Han Yingying bullied him and became addicted, and she wanted to make him blush when he had nothing to do, and he had a lot of fun.

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, all five costumes were taken, and only swimsuit photos remained.