In the evening, we had dinner together and went out for a walk together, but instead of together, they led their own homes to hang out.

Downstairs, Cheng Haoxuan carefully escorted Cheng Yao in the flow of people, it was very lively here, perhaps because of the summer vacation, there were many more tourists.

The two walked forward and saw the introduction board on the side that said that the Xutang River is the Anjing Bridge, and it is said that when you come here, you must go to the Anjing Bridge to take a walk, and the Anjing Bridge will get off the boat and swim.

Cheng Yao looked up and saw that many people were taking pictures with their mobile phones on the bridge, and there were several security guards there to greet everyone not to stay too long, and to limit the number of people on the bridge, it is said that the bridge is a long time old, so it is necessary to protect it.

After waiting for a while by the bridge, Cheng Yao looked at the dark night at this time, the shops with lanterns hanging on both sides of the river bank echoed with the boats with lanterns hanging on the river, the colorful light of the lanterns was reflected on the river, the lights and shadows were sufficient, reminding people of the Qinhuai River many years ago, the lights were red and green, I don't know how many people's dreams were reflected, the oars shook the reflection of the beautiful woman on the river, but could not shake the merry past.

She took out her phone and took a picture, but all she could get was a human head.

Well, she admitted, she had short legs.

Cheng Haoxuan pinched her face funny, just at this time, they could go on the bridge, Cheng Haoxuan led her to the bridge, on the bridge, just enough to take pictures of the silhouettes on both sides of the river.

Seeing that she fiddled with her for a long time, took several photos, and was still very dissatisfied, Cheng Haoxuan was afraid that her hands would be sore, so he took her mobile phone and pressed the shooting button at will, and a postcard-like night view of the Xutang River was left in the mobile phone.

"Huh? It's not fair! Why is it so good to take a random picture, I haven't had a good one for so long. Cheng Yao looked up and said to him resentfully.

Cheng Haoxuan smiled and touched her head: "Have you forgotten what kind of professional background your husband and I are?" ”

"Fine art."

"So......" he shrugged, meaning that I came from an art background, so the photography skills are naturally very good, and the photos taken are good-looking.

Cheng Yao silently felt that something was wrong, okay, this can be regarded as her own man comforting her injured heart.

Just when Cheng Yao was thinking hard about what was wrong, Cheng Haoxuan took a photo of her, which blended with the Xutang River at night, and her eyebrows and eyes were extraordinarily charming.

With an air of mystery that is fascinating.

But she is like this, he is alone!

Cheng Haoxuan took her hand, got off the bridge, got on a boat, and swam the river.

Sitting on the boat, Cheng Yao was hugged by Cheng Haoxuan, and suddenly asked, "What you just said is showing off your skills to me, right?" ”

Cheng Haoxuan couldn't help laughing, the brain circuits of the little thing are really ...... I'm still thinking about that.

"No, I'm just to comfort you, because I study art, so it's better to find an angle, right?" As he spoke, he touched her head, and his tone was gentle and doting.

"Oh......" Cheng Yao nodded absentmindedly, seeing her like this, Cheng Haoxuan smiled and shook his head, okay, just let your little things be tangled for a while.

Anyway, there are always so many times a day, and when she finishes struggling, she will naturally talk to herself at that time.

(Sansan: Okay, I can only say that Cheng Xiansen has completely mastered the law of small oranges┑( ̄Д ̄)┍)