Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

  The marriage was requested by him, the wedding was what he said he would do, and now he is showing all kinds of expressions, obviously it was intentional!

When the boss saw that the business was about to turn yellow, he quickly said, "Actually, Mrs. Fu can take a look at this model. This model is a new model from Chanel. The style of this model is fairy style, which is the most popular on the show today. Look at the style, its design feature is that it is contained but not exposed, and the smoke is hazy. The traditional tube top skirt is added with embroidered spun yarn, which is not only elegant and beautiful, but also meets the requirements of President Fu and Mrs. Fu's temperament. "

  Han Xiaoye listened to what he said, so he looked at it and couldn't open his eyes. The white wedding dress is exquisite, whether it is the head cover or the embroidery of the wedding dress, and it is as beautiful as the boss said. No woman can resist the temptation of jewelry and fancy clothes, and she too, can't help but look closely.

   "Mrs. Fu, you can try it later if you like, the wedding dress is in our shop."

"is it okay?"

   "You are our honored guest, of course you can." The boss smiled flatly, "Mrs. Fu, if you decide on this wedding dress, I recommend you choose this suit for President Fu."

  Han Xiaoye turned to the suit he said, and didn't think there was anything special about it. It seems that men's suits are like that, anyway, they are white shirts and jackets.

   "Or else. Let's try it together. Our photographer is also here today. Let him take a picture of the two of them and let them see the effect."

"OK."

  Han Xiaoye readily agreed. The next second, she was depressed again. What if Fu Zhiyan didn't cooperate? She can't be alone in her wedding dress and take photos there foolishly, right?

"Calculate……"

   Before he could say the word, the man beside him stood up, "Where to change?"

   The boss quickly took them inside, "Mr. Fu, it's in here."

   "Let's go."

  Han Xiaoye's mouth twitched, "Okay." He followed.

  If you want to change your wedding dress, you can’t just put a ponytail on it and change it. You also have to do a hairstyle and a little bridal makeup.

  Han Xiaoye was afraid that he would wait outside for a long time, so he told the makeup artist what it meant to paint a simple makeup. After a while, she curled her hair, changed her clothes, and walked out.

   Outside, Fu Zhiyan had been waiting for a while, Danfeng's eyes lit up a little when she saw her come out.

The boss has stepped forward and exclaimed, "It's so beautiful! Mrs. Fu, this wedding dress is tailor-made for you. Both the temperament and the effect of wearing it are impeccable. You don't want to be in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror. have a look."

  Han Xiaoye walked to the big mirror and took a picture of himself.

   Although what the boss said is a bit exaggerated, I have to say that she wears this wedding dress really well, it outlines her figure just right, and it will not be vulgar. Not to mention the color shows the skin, and the style just blocks her arms that still have some flesh that hasn't been lost. With fluffy little curly hair, short just right to the neck, **** and playful.

  Han Xiaoye couldn't help but smugly turned around, the skirt looked even better when it flew. The corners of her mouth were about to rise, and she asked the man sitting on the sofa proudly, "How is it, is it beautiful?"

  Fu Zhiyan originally wanted to praise her, but seeing that her tail was about to go up, she pursed her thin lips, "It's okay."

   "Just okay?" Han Xiaoye was dissatisfied, she looked in the mirror, she was obviously beautiful, but he only said it was okay.

   "What kind of person, good-looking is good-looking, what is called is okay. Muffled." Although it was whispered, everyone in the store heard it. Similarities and differences peek at the noble man.

   Fu Zhiyan's mouth twitched fiercely, "Han Xiaoye."

   She has become more and more arrogant recently, and she is almost lawless.

   The person who was called didn't mean to restrain himself at all, and was completely perfunctory, "Okay, it's alright, it's alright, I'm sorry for my long clothes, so I made it work."

  Fu Zhiyan frowned, when did he mean that?

  Han Xiaoye said that, and he was still in a good mood after speaking. He turned to the boss and said, "Manager, didn't you say there is a photographer? Can you take a picture for us now?"

   "Ok, I'll call someone right away."

  The boss hurriedly called the man who was carrying a professional SLR camera.

  The man adjusted the focus of the DSLR, squatted down to find the right angle, and said, "You two, can you get closer?"

  Han Xiaoye took the initiative to move to a closer position.

   "Okay, get a little closer."

   She got a little closer.

   "Okay, very good, very good, I count 321, you all smile."

   "3."

  Han Xiaoye glanced at the person beside him, stretched out his hand, and took his arm.

"2."

   She leaned over again, beaming with joy.

"1."

   "OK."

   "Filmed? Let me take a look."

   She walked over quickly and flipped her DSLR first. The photographer didn't expect her to use this camera, so she was surprised, "Mrs. Fu, do you also play with the camera?"

   "Play."

   The group of photos that she took with Cambridge professor to Ali last time won an international award. She just doesn't want to be a professional photographer, because being a professional photographer requires traveling a lot to take pictures, and may be away from home all year round. Compared with her hobby of taking pictures, she cares more about the two men and one woman at home.

   She looked at the photo and said, it was beautiful, but it was not the style she wanted.

   "Do you have a tripod?" Han Xiaoye suddenly said with a flash of light.

"Yes, I have."

   "Could you please take it out for me to use?"

"Can."

  The photographer went to get a tripod. Han Xiaoye walked around the store wearing a wedding dress with a SLR camera, and from time to time he put the camera in front of his eyes and gestured.

   I was not particularly satisfied until I got to the door.

  Suddenly, she noticed the glass door of the studio. She was wearing a wedding dress. She walked outside the door and gestured towards the inside.

   "Little uncle, come here."

  Fu Zhiyan frowned, but listened to her and walked over.

   "Okay, stand still. It's here." Her eyes were shining, "Perfect!"

  The photographer brought the tripod over, she gestured for the height, adjusted the mode and focus, and ran in.

   "Little uncle, face me."

  “…”

   "Come on, face me."

  Fu Zhiyan had no choice but to face her. The next second, his neck was hooked, and he didn't know how to write the word modesty, so he kissed his thin lips.

   At this moment, the spotlight card flashed. She jumped from her mouth again and hugged the man. Fu Zhiyan was caught off guard and was almost thrown over by her, but fortunately he reacted quickly and reached out and hugged her.

  Han Ono laughed secretly, put his arms around his neck, and looked at the camera with a smile.

   "Little uncle, eggplant."

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