Sir, let's divorce [ABO]

Don't want a photo?Shen Yuguan recalled this sentence carefully, cut it into a short paragraph, and the memories scattered in the depths of his mind surfaced, and the dust was removed, revealing his original appearance.

Yes, it's his wedding photo.

"Where to put it?" A figure suddenly appeared in front of Shen Yuguan, carrying a half-height photo frame, pacing up and down in the living room, looking around, as if thinking about where it would be better to put the photo frame.

"Put it here?" The figure chose the decorative panel beside the stairs, and looked back at Shen Yuguan, as if asking for his opinion.

Shen Yu frowned slightly, no, you didn't let this go.

"Isn't it good?" The figure was a little frustrated, but the next second he happily found another suitable place.

He walked by one by one, denied one by one, and finally stopped in front of the plain wall from the living room to the floor-to-ceiling windows. He held up the photo frame in his hand to compare, and he was very satisfied with the height of the position. He turned slightly body, asked, "Then hang here?"

Looking at the place he chose, Shen Yu inexplicably felt relieved, the heavy stone on his heart was removed, he raised the corners of his lips, his eyebrows were slightly bent downward, "Okay."

"Sir, what's the matter?" The butler asked hesitantly, he was pouring tea, because Shen Yuguan was caught off guard by this sentence, he spilled most of it on the table.

Shen Yuguan's expression froze suddenly, the faint smile on the corners of his lips froze, and there was no figure in front of him except for a clean blank.

He only felt that his throat was dry and hoarse. After a while, he slowly stood up and walked straight to the second floor.

"fine."

By coincidence, he actually walked to Song Qing's previous room, pushed open the door, and there was a faint scent of patchouli mixed in the dusty smell that hadn't entered anyone for a long time, which was clear and prominent.

This faint fragrance washed away the coils like vines in an instant, making him so tired that he couldn't breathe.

He sat on the side of the bed and looked around. Since Song Qing left, this place was like a place covered in dust. Even the housekeeper who often came in to clean it didn't come in anymore.

There was a vase on the bedside table, it was empty, and there was a thin book next to it, Shen Yu saw it with his eyes, grabbed it with his big hand, and it landed on his hand in a blink of an eye.

It is a children's book, the cover is covered with a thin layer of dust, and the corners of the book are curled up, it looks like it has been read back and forth several times.

He wasn't interested in it, but he opened it anyway, reading page after page.

The story is simple and interesting, and it was used as a bedtime story for children. As Shen Yuguan flipped through it, his emotions softened and he was no longer so tense. He even started to wander his mind, and couldn't help thinking about what would happen to Song Qing. The tone of voice, reading these short stories, is coaxing Yanyan to sleep.

Thoughts only came up sporadically, but Shen Yuguan immediately killed them, and the book in his hand was thrown out by him like a hot potato.

Exhaustion came back, eroding all limbs and bones, Shen Yuguan left here with heavy steps.

"This..." Song Qing looked at herself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. The white suit perfectly fit his body curves, as if tailor-made, "I have no such experience."

The makeup artist hurriedly sprayed perfume on him while he was free. The rich fragrance of lilies filled his nose, which made Song Qing sneeze continuously.

Seeing this, Xu Che immediately handed over a few pieces of paper, and comforted him, "It's okay, they often find amateurs to take pictures, and they are very experienced."

After Xu Che said that, he couldn't refuse anymore, after all, he had already promised to help.

Xu Che's friend owns a wedding photo studio. This time, he is going to launch a new style of wedding dress. Everything is ready. Who would have thought that two models will meet and run away together. Time is urgent and there is no time to find someone else. He moved his idea to Xu Che's head, Xu Che not only had no objection, but also kindly found another model for him, that is Song Qing.

Xu Che said, "Then I'll change my clothes first."

"it is good."

When Xu Che came out again, he put on a white wedding dress that dragged the floor, with a half-meter-long veil hanging behind his head. He lifted the hem of the skirt with difficulty, and did not forget to wink at Song Qing.

Song Qing couldn't help laughing, and burst out laughing.

Xu Che was unhappy, "Ugly?"

"No, no," Song Qing quickly denied. He circled around Xu Che and seriously boasted, "It's pretty good."

Xu Che chuckled in satisfaction, raised his hand to straighten Miss Song Qing's hair, "You look better."

Xu Che's breath was close to the side of his face, and Song Qing backed away in embarrassment, just as his friend urged, "Come and take a picture."

"Let's go." Song Qing took the first step.

Song Qing had never taken a photo before, and her movements were as stiff as a marionette. When the photographer said something, he moved, and he was sweating profusely after a while, but Xu Che next to him was proficient in business.

"Xiao Song, lean closer," the photographer kept pointing at Song Qing, "Hey, that's right, smile sweeter."

"Okay." Song Qing hurriedly approached Xu Che.

The photographer said again, "Hold him around the waist!"

Worried about Song Qing's embarrassment, Xu Che leaned closer and whispered, "Just hold the clothes on my waist."

Song Qing didn't hear clearly, turned sideways, and asked in the same voice, "You said..."

"Okay!" The photographer suddenly shouted, interrupting Song Qing, "This one is good!"

The photographer was extremely satisfied, and couldn't help but bring it over to share with the two of them. In the picture, Xu Che looked at Song Qing tenderly, and Song Qing turned her head slightly confused, but she looked like a young Huaichun, making peace with each other. , the effect is painted lightly.

"I didn't know, I thought you two were really a couple!" The photographer laughed, and quietly poked Xu Che with his elbow, saying something softly.

After Xu Che finished listening, he only raised his eyes to look at Song Qing, but did not reply.

They took pictures for nearly an afternoon, and before the end, the friend left Song Qing's address, saying that the photos had been developed, and they would send them over in due course.