101 Marriage Proposals: Hei Di's Sky-high Lover

Under the waterfall, two beautiful men stood in the rain of flower petals, and kissed romantically, the angle was perfect and impeccable.

Lei Baobai held the photo developed by instant digital in his hand, jumped off the boulder with his feet glared, and jumped in front of them, "I'm sorry to disturb the interest of you two. This is for you, as a token of appreciation." Sorry. But...can you be my model? I want to take a group of photos of the two of you, my name is Lei Baobai, and I am a special photographer for International Fashion XX magazine."

Qin Cao, who had been interrupted in his good work, felt a dark fire in his heart.

But looking at the photos she took, they were so beautiful, and seeing Qin Shou's smile so comfortably, he slightly curved the corners of his beautiful lips.

The mixed-race little beauty in front of him was about fourteen or fifteen years old. She looked at the two of them eagerly, and there was no trace of feeling that they were abnormal in her eyes, which made Qin Shou feel very comfortable.

"Don't you think we...?"

"Is it okay? I just heard that the two handsome guys are planning to get married. Why don't I take a group of wedding photos for you now? Don't even change your clothes. You two are already very handsome. This garden is perfect for taking wedding photos. And you have already seen my photography skills... I am absolutely satisfied with Baojun, and it is free."

"Don't you think we are perverted?" Qin Shou waited for her to promote herself, and asked again what she wanted to ask.

Lei Baobai blinked, "Why are you abnormal?"

"Meet another rotten girl." Qin Shou slapped his forehead.

Lei Baobai smiled: "I'm not a rotten girl, pure love has no gender, I don't discriminate against homosexuals, and there are elders in our family who are also gay, and they have always lived happily ever after... you guys Do you really not accept my opinion? Regardless of my young age, I am really a professional photographer, and I have won the Grand Prize in the International Photographer Competition.”

"Baby, so you're here. I've been looking for you for a long time." Junjun walked up, and when he saw Baby, he was dizzy and his face turned slightly red, "Hey, Uncle Qin and you are here too."

"You know them? That's great." Baby's eyes flooded, "I want to take a group of photos for them, Junjun, can you help?"

"I'm not a child, I'm only three years younger than you."

Junjun is extremely dissatisfied with this title, but he can help the baby and take the opportunity to get close to her, Junjun's blood boils.

"Second Uncle Qin, Uncle Qin Third, you want to take wedding photos? That's just right, let Bao Bao take pictures for you..." With his back to Bao Bao, Jun Jun blinked fiercely at the two uncles.

On the other side, Little Cheche was playing lottery.

Without hesitation, he grabbed a pistol that Chang Mian placed in front of him, and kept playing with it in his fleshy little hands. Chang Chang rushed over and snatched the pistol and threw it to Chang Mian, for fear that the pistol would go off. The ungrateful Wow burst into tears.

"Haha, it seems that little Cheche wants to inherit his father's career."

Shangshang didn't like Xiao Cheche's choice, but Chang Mian was quite proud: "Nonsense, my son has inherited half of my genes in his body, so he naturally resembles me."

"But he also inherited half of my genes, why isn't he like me?"

Chang Mian couldn't help laughing when she heard that, scratched her nose, and looked at her with the expression that you are reaping the consequences: "Who told you to read those books to him during prenatal education, do you regret it now?"

Uh...

When she knew about prenatal education, she would have cultivated his artistic cells more.