His Surprised Love

Song Jin was overturned on the sofa by him. Lu Nancheng was calm and angry. She walked back and forth in the room for several times. She finally suppressed the impulse to throw her out. She lay on the sofa with her clothes in a mess, revealing her lovely navel. She was like a worm in her body, rolling around on the sofa.

Instead of looking at her, he turned and went into the bathroom.

When she came out, she climbed into bed and slept in the quilt. He was angry and opened the quilt.

Song Jin wakes up early in the morning. I don't remember the fragment of last night very clearly. She gets out of bed and makes breakfast with a clear mind.

At eight o'clock, the photography team knocked on the door on time, first dressed her and then changed her clothes. Lu Nancheng also made up and changed into a handsome tuxedo.

Song Jin's wedding dress and skirt are long and big, and drag a few meters. The makeup artist behind her carries it for her. Her high heels are also very high, so she has to land in Nancheng, which is a bit difficult.

He went back to slow down and skimmed over her exquisitely dressed face. Her skin was white. Even if she had a tan, she was much whiter than ordinary people. In addition, the makeup artist intended to whiten her, and she was a little whiter, but she didn't look ugly.

The black hair is put on the back of the head by the makeup artist, wearing a wreath, and the lining is more beautiful than the delicate flowers.

The white yarn on her body is embroidered with a circle of color, which echoes the color of the wreath on her head. The overall shape is beautiful and atmospheric, especially when she smiles and twinkles, like a flower fairy.

Lu Nancheng suddenly took her hand and took her slowly down the steps. Beautiful men and beautiful women, occasionally passers-by took photos.

Fortunately, it's not hot here. Song Jin wears a heavy wedding dress. After she gets on the car, she lies on the window and looks at the busy street outside. Her eyes are turning like looking for something.

Lu Nancheng suddenly took out a bright necklace from her bag. When she didn't know it, she suddenly hung it around her neck. The diamond was cold and close to her skin. She suddenly turned back and bumped into his arms.

"Lunan city."

"Don't move."

He buckled at the back. She was stiff and didn't dare to move. She felt the cold diamond. She didn't know where he came from. The makeup artist sitting in front of her looked back and envied him. Mr. Lu, a man of such status, thought that marriage was right and there would be no love. She didn't expect to jump out of most people's minds and find a woman who really loved each other.

The necklace is just hanging on the clavicle. The diamond is like a drop of transparent tears. With this wedding dress, Song Jin looks at it in a small mirror and looks back with satisfaction.

"Thank you. It's beautiful."

Lu Nancheng looked the same, just sat on one side and made a faint hum.

He pretends to be cold, but he glances carefully at Song Jin who is looking down and touching the necklace again. His eyes and eyebrows are curved, and his mouth is full of thin smile. He looks like a child who steals sugar. He turns his head happily.

After driving for more than half an hour, the car finally stopped.

Song Jin was helped out of the car by him and walked all the way. Her long white wedding dress was dragged on the green grass. The blue sky and white clouds were floating overhead, and white pigeons were flying in the distance. The picture was full of beauty and tranquility.

The photographer is preparing in the distance. She and Lu Nancheng are standing beside the fountain. She sees someone making a wish to the fountain.

"Lu Nancheng, you may have a wish."

She hands together ten, Lu Nancheng did not move: "I have no desire."

"What's the point of your life?"

"Because I can realize it. Maybe you can say your wish and I will help you realize it."

“……”

Song Jin silently shrivels her mouth and has nothing to say to him. Although she doesn't believe that making a wish can succeed, she still makes a wish. When she opens her eyes, she sees him looking at her seriously. She slaps him on the back: "go, take a picture."

The photographer is ready to teach them to pose. It's very easy for Song Jin to do it, but it's a little difficult for Lu Nancheng, who doesn't take pictures all the year round. In front of the camera, he almost has no expression.

The photographer's uncle's expression was broken, almost crying: "Mr. Lu, please smile."

Although he nodded, the smile he tried to squeeze out was unnatural and stiff. The photographer had a headache and had to pause to tell him.

Song Jin sits on the green grass and looks at her. After being educated, Lu Nancheng's face is tense and her eyes are dark. She also sits beside her, and her whole body exudes unfriendliness.

She raised her hand to poke at the green grass and said, "Mr. Lu hasn't taken any pictures before?"

"Would you laugh at the paparazzi?"

She thinks it's right, because of his position in the Imperial City, there are many journalists who want to dig Lu's news. I'm afraid he hasn't been photographed less.

Song Jinjiao put her hand on his shoulder with a smile: "but he's not a paparazzi, you smile, or you shoot it without expression, which not only smashes the reputation of the photographer, but also makes you think that I'm forcing you."

Lu Nancheng said: "isn't it?"

Song Jin took a breath: "young man, this is a win-win situation for us."

Young man? Does she really think it's her aunt? Lu Nancheng opened her hand and got up first: "let's go."After being educated, Lu Nancheng's next shooting was much smoother. He would smile with cooperation and even make exaggerated gestures. The first set of clothes ended, the second set was changed, and then the place was changed.

At the end of the day, she tossed about three or four places and changed a few clothes. Song Jin almost collapsed at night. She was dragged back to the hotel by Lu Nancheng and couldn't get up in bed.

She was still wearing a dress, a little messy, but her high-heeled shoes had been kicked under the bed, revealing a pair of white feet. Looking carefully, a piece of skin was worn off from her heel, and blood was oozing out.

Lu Nancheng sat down on the edge of the bed, her legs moved by him: "don't move."

Song Jin didn't look back. She mumbled a few words and turned to her side for a while. Her breath became even.

Listening to her breathing, he found out the medicine box and gently disinfected the wound. She seemed to be in pain. She moved gently, but did not retract. He quickened his action and pasted the bandage after disinfection.

When everything is done, Lu Nancheng breathes out a breath and looks at her injured heel. His heart is in a confusion again. What is he doing?

Recently, Song Jin's behavior has been unable to explain, which makes him nervous.