Walking over, he took her palm again.

Pei Yun was just about to take a step, and his body was gently dragged to his side.

The big hand lifted up and brushed her head away.

Seeing the red on her forehead, the man was amused and distressed.

Pei Yun raised his face lightly and smiled apologetically at him with a red face.

In the line of sight, the man's face zoomed in.

He......

She froze in surprise when the man bowed his head to her, and then, pouting, to her wound...... Blew a breath.

He...... He's blowing her wounds?!

Pei Yun was stupid!

Everyone on the scene was stupid!

What did they see, that cold minister, the president-to-be, actually ...... In front of so many people, he helped his fiancée blow her wounds.

After the surprise, everyone on the steps turned grim.

There were a few who were obviously a little uncontrollable in their laugh lines, and all of them had their backs tightly furrowed.

A small gesture is enough for this man to pamper his fiancée.

Do they still dare to laugh at her and look for death?

"Are you better?" Tang Moshen asked softly.

Of course, he also knew that the so-called "blowing" certainly wouldn't really have much effect on the pain.

deliberately did so, but just to comfort her "frustrated little heart".

Pei Yun came back to his senses and stammered.

"Ah...... No...... It doesn't hurt anymore! ”

"Shall we go in then?"

"Good!"

Turning around and holding her palm, Tang Moshen carefully led her to the front of the steps, and that posture was like holding a queen stepping on a crystal slipper.

The two of them stepped up, and all of them stepped back respectfully.

didn't dare to make fun of her anymore, and no one even dared to look at her, for fear that the disrespect she accidentally revealed would offend her.

"Minister, Miss Pei!" Director Zhao greeted him respectfully, "Two of you, please!" ”

The two followed Director Zhao into the photo room.

In the photo room, the staff in charge of taking pictures had already prepared, and when they saw the two coming in, they were busy trotting to greet them.

"Hello Minister Tang, hello Miss Pei! You two, please sit here! ”

The two sat together on the bench in front of the red back cloth, and Tang Moshen still looked stable on weekdays.

The photographer looked at the two of them and coughed carefully.

"That...... Minister, you don't have to be so serious...... Relax a little...... You can sit a little closer......"

Tang Moshen's eyes sank, "Do you shoot?!" ”

The photographer was startled, and Pei Yun chuckled lightly.

This guy has always hated taking pictures, and it is very rare to be willing to sit on a chair and take pictures like this.

"It's okay, just take it!"

The photographer didn't dare to judge Tang Moshen too much, so he stood behind the photo and adjusted the lens.

"Okay, get ready, two of you look at the camera!"

After taking the photo, the photographer called up the photo he had just taken, looked at it, and held it in front of the two.

"Let's take a look, can you?"

The two of them leaned over together to look at the pictures on the display screen.

Pei Yunqing hadn't said anything yet, Tang Moshen had already spoken.

"Take another one."

"Good!"

Once the photographer is back on the tripod, adjust the camera.

This time, without waiting for the photographer to speak, Tang Moshen had already taken the initiative to raise a palm and gently hugged Pei Yun on his side to his shoulder.

Sensing his movements, Pei Yun raised his eyes slightly, facing the eyes he looked at.

She winked at him playfully, catching her small movements, and the man raised the corners of his lips lightly.