Being petted by the old attack as a little cute

There was a moment of silence in the room.

"Hey, you said, Jingqiao will come for real, right?" Yue Yang said.

Wang Wei glanced at him and shook his head.

Seeing Wang Wei shaking his head, Yue Yang was unhappy, and shouted at the top of his voice: "What do you mean? What are you shaking your head for?"

Zhang Meng closed her eyes, and said, "I think Jing Qiao is for real this time."

Immediately, everyone stopped talking. After a while, Gao Mingming asked in a low voice, "What about Song Qi?"

Yue Yang was unhappy again, and yelled: "Hey fat man, when something happened at Jingqiao's house, it's fine if Song Qi didn't want to take the money out, and even broke up with Jingqiao, and went abroad in a hurry, what should Song Qi do? ? Dead white-eyed wolf!"

Wang Wei glanced at Yue Yang with complicated eyes, and remained silent.

Gao Mingming and Zhang Meng stopped talking, although Yue Yang scolded Song Qi for being a white-eyed wolf, but after thinking about it, he was right.

****

When Zhang Ziyu got in the car, his drowsiness gradually disappeared, and his ears burned when he thought of Brother Jing calling him Ayu just now.

Jing Qiao turned on the light in the car and asked, "Do you want to sleep a little longer?"

"No, I don't want to sleep anymore."

Jing Qiao glanced at him in surprise, before Zhang Ziyu asked him if he wanted anything, he always cherished words like gold, either shaking his head "Yes" or nodding "Yes".

"I asked my assistant to see the place where the wedding dress photos were taken, and I will get up early tomorrow morning."

"Shooting tomorrow?"

Jing Qiao nodded and started the car: "By the way, I ordered the clothes you will wear for the wedding."

Then Zhang Ziyu stayed up all night, he was nervous when he thought of taking pictures the next day.

When it was dawn outside, Zhang Ziyu went downstairs with dark circles under his eyes.

Jing Qiao doesn't go to the company today, so he is eating breakfast in the living room, and seeing Zhang Ziyu going downstairs in a bad mood, he frowned and said, "Did you sleep well?"

Zhang Ziyu sat down at the table and nodded.

"Drink some milk." Jing Qiao pushed the milk in front of him.

Zhang Ziyu frowned, he didn't like milk, it had a fishy smell, and it smelled bad.

Seeing that Zhang Ziyu didn't move, Jing Qiao raised his eyebrows: "Don't like it?"

When boys grow up, they drink more milk to grow taller, but it is obvious that Zhang Ziyu doesn't like milk very much.

Not liking being stared at, Zhang Ziyu picked up the milk, held his breath, and drank it all in one go, suppressing the nausea.

Seeing that there was nothing left in the cup, Jing Qiao pushed the fruit salad in front of Zhang Ziyu again, and said lightly: "Now you should pay more attention to balanced nutrition and eat less sweet things."

Zhang Ziyu didn't want to resist Jing Qiao, and Jing Qiao's tone always made him feel that he was doing it for his own good, Zhang Ziyu would sometimes become dazed in this tone.

He used to feel that no one could force him to do anything, but after Ge Ting left and Zhang Haicheng was no longer that loving father, he realized that he had no wings but no feathers to fly him.

In the final analysis, the ability is not enough.

And marrying Jing Qiao, it doesn't feel so bad, it would be even better if he didn't restrict himself to eating desserts.

After a meal, it was already nine o'clock.

Jing Qiao went to drive first, Zhang Ziyu said he still had something to take, and parked the car at the door, Jing Qiao leaned against the car door, with his eyebrows half lowered, handsome and sharp, he didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly smiled.

Jing Qiao felt that he was the husband who was waiting for his wife to go out with him now, and he was in the same mood, which was not bad.

"Goodbye, Aunt Li."

Jing Qiao looked up at Zhang Ziyu who was saying goodbye to Aunt Li at the door. He thought for a while what Aunt Li asked.

"two."

"Well, just two."

"Brother Jing said you can't eat too much."

The villa area is far away from the urban area, and it is very quiet in the morning. Zhang Ziyu's voice is not loud, but Jingqiao can hear it clearly, and his heart softens immediately. If Zhang Ziyu tells himself now that he needs to add two more, he may Will also agree.

Zhang Ziyu said goodbye to Aunt Li, turned around and walked towards Jingqiao.

Only then did Jing Qiao know what Zhang Ziyu had taken in the room.

Zhang Ziyu wears a pair of golden lensless round eyes, his face looks much smaller, full of student spirit, very... seductive.

"Are you nearsighted?" Jing Qiao asked knowingly.

"No glasses."

"Then what are you wearing it for?" Good-looking is good-looking, but not short-sighted, just for the sake of looking good?

Zhang Ziyu rubbed his fingers and replied, "It looks good."

Jing Qiao laughed, and laughed out loud, Zhang Ziyu was a little flustered, he pushed his glasses with his fingers, and was about to take them off.

"Don't take it off, it's very pretty."

Zhang Ziyu nodded hesitantly and put down his hand.

In the car, Zhang Ziyu fastened his seat belt, and Jing Qiao's cell phone rang. Jing Qiao was driving, and the phone was thrown in his pocket, which was inconvenient to take.

"Help me answer the phone."

Zhang Ziyu reached for it from his right pocket, but the phone was still ringing.

Jing Qiao sighed in his heart, and said helplessly, "Left."

Looks very smart, why so stupid?

"Oh." Zhang Ziyu lowered his head, slipped under his arm, and approached Jing Qiao's belly sideways. Zhang Ziyu took a deep breath, afraid of touching him.Then the car suddenly swerved, and Zhang Ziyu stuck to Jing Qiao's stomach all of a sudden, it was hot!Hard!

"I'm sorry, the corner." Jing Qiao said with a smile, he didn't mean it, but he didn't expect Zhang Ziyu to react so much.

Zhang Ziyu bounced away as if being pricked by a needle, connected the phone, and handed the phone to Jing Qiao.

Jing Qiao didn't answer, and gave him a faint look.

Zhang Ziyu put the phone to Jingqiao's ear.

"Mr. Jing, I forgot to tell you. The one I contacted you was WN studio. The photographer is also their boss. He said that the studio took the best photos and captured the feeling of the picture the most."

"Ah."

Pei Qiu's voice gradually quieted down: "Also, this photographer's style of taking pictures is very bold and unrestrained, you..."

"Yes." When Jing Qiao said that, he glanced at Zhang Ziyu from the corner of his eye, and he obediently held the phone for himself, obedient as hell.

"Hang up." Jing Qiao reminded Zhang Ziyu.

"Oh."

Jing Qiao was looking forward to seeing Zhang Ziyu panic like a rabbit, only hiding by his side.

WN studio is a studio run by a rich young master. He has contracted a large suburban area, designed the exteriors himself, built several old castles, small and fresh gardens, and simple wooden houses. Everything he can think of, There are basically all of them inside, and most people would not do this, and taking a set of photos here is also very expensive.

"Mr. Jing, these clothes are newly designed by the designer after studying abroad. They haven't been filmed yet. They are for sale over there, and they are also new styles."

Zhang Ziyu was sitting on a cloth pier beside him playing with his mobile phone, and he didn't hear anything outside the window.

Jing Qiao took a look at Zhang Ziyu, and said to the photographer, "You can choose whatever suits you."

Bo Lai didn't expect Jing Qiao to be so easy to talk to. When he knew that Jing Qiao was coming, he was still a little flustered, fearing that the boss would be dissatisfied, but he didn't expect him to be so considerate.

Zhang Ziyu was pushed to change clothes, and when he was about to take off his glasses, Bo Lai yelled: "It's okay, put it on, this suit is chosen according to the way you wear glasses."

Zhang Ziyu nodded.

When the two came out of the fitting room together, Bolai thought at that time that he would enlarge the photo of the two of them and paste it on the wall!

The first set of the film, Bolai, was going to shoot the gentle type. He chose a black shirt for Zhang Ziyu. The buttons only reached the breastbone, but a two-finger-wide black cloth belt was wrapped around the neckline, and black straight-leg slacks were under his feet. The trousers just touched the ground, Zhang Ziyu raised his eyes lazily, and Bo Lai wanted to kneel down and call his father.

Not to mention Jing Qiao, the two people's clothes are different, the color is the same, Jing Qiao's shirt is buttoned to the neckline neatly, the clothes are a little longer, and the trousers are rolled up, the temperament is similar to Zhang Ziyu's next second. It's completely different for people to tear him apart.

The clothes were matched with a simple and retro wooden house. Bolai led the two to the second floor first, but stopped in the stairwell.

"and many more!"

"Mr. Jing, you pick up the little cutie, put it against the wall, and kiss his neck, cutie, put your legs around Mr. Jing's waist, raise your head, and look like..." Bo Lai stretched out his hand, um~ , "So, do you understand?"

Zhang Ziyu: "..."

The next second, when Zhang Ziyu was unprepared, his eyes were spinning and his back hit a cold wall. Zhang Ziyu subconsciously clamped Jing Qiao's waist with his legs.

Jing Qiao's eyes were full of smiles, and Zhang Ziyu was about to stiffen into a stone.

Zhang Ziyu could already hear his heart beating like drums and gongs, but he couldn't see Jing Qiao's face, he was very flustered, and the place Jing Qiao touched was numb and soft.

Jing Qiao smiled and said, "Don't be nervous."

Zhang Ziyu pursed his lips, put his hand on Jing Qiao's shoulder and said, "I'm not nervous."

Who is that man with a tight waist?

Bolai looked at the two people on the stairs whose hormones were erupting, and said excitedly: "deideidei! That's it! Mr. Jing, you didn't kiss me! Little cutie, please show yourself a little more enjoyment..."

"Hmm~"

Boley: "deideidei!!!!"

The corners of Zhang Ziyu's eyes were red because Jing Qiao touched his waist just now.

"Okay, let's go up." Bolai said, looking at the camera with satisfaction.

There is a balcony upstairs, which is very wide, and white nameless flowers are planted on the edge of the balcony.

"Yes, little cutie, you sit on the ground with one leg bent, one leg straight, or cross-legged. You can do whatever you feel comfortable with. Mr. Jing, you can stand, bend over and kiss him, or you can kiss him half-kneeling." Bo Lai was holding up the camera and blaring non-stop.

"Sit down." Jing Qiao loosened his collar, feeling a little hot.

Zhang Ziyu licked his dry lips, sat down by the balcony, then looked up at Jing Qiao, not knowing where to put his hands.

"It's okay to put your hands on your knees, and it's okay to hold them behind!" Bo Lai reminded softly beside Zhang Ziyu as if he had seen through Zhang Ziyu's nervousness whenever he faced the camera.

Jing Qiao was very natural, Zhang Ziyu was fine now, Jing Qiao half-knelt beside Zhang Ziyu's body, looked at him with heavy eyes, and said, "Sorry, I need to take pictures."

The author has something to say: Zhang Ziyu: I need to take pictures of you!

I once said in the copywriting that Ah Yu is hard on the outside and soft on the inside and slightly shy. This is his personality, remember it

And the little cutie asked me if I have a fixed update time, I can tell you, no, hahahahahaha, but it must be at night, eh?