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He knew she was definitely lying to him. Her cuteness was all fake.

Ling Yuan's silky arms wrapped around Tang Shuya's neck, kissing his lips softly. "Whatever you want tonight..." she whispered softly.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and his heart was filled with joy. "Really?"

Ling Zhen pursed his lips and hummed meekly.

Tang Shuya kissed her lips again, then let go of her hand and walked out.

Soon, the previous waiter came back to the fitting room and helped Ling Zhen put on her wedding dress.

When Ling Zhen walked out of the fitting room.

Tang Shuya looked up and was stunned.

She was wearing a wedding dress, like a blooming lily, fresh and pure.

The delicate lace and soft satin wrapped her perfectly, giving her a layer of holy and pure light.

Her beauty was magnified to the extreme at this moment.

Some people always say that wearing a wedding dress is the most beautiful moment in a woman's life.

Tang Shuya scoffed at this statement. How could he, a man who had no aspirations for marriage, think that a woman was most beautiful when she was wearing a flashy wedding dress?

A woman is most beautiful in bed.

But at this moment, he actually felt that Ling Zhen was more beautiful than he had ever seen her before.

Do not blaspheme.

Yes, that word kept popping up in his mind.

After so many years, she is still as flawless and pure as when we first met, so pure and inviolable.

He is indeed a despicable person to the core, and his heart is filled with the darkest desires.

The more holy she was, the more he couldn't help wanting to possess her, to defile her, to occupy her, and to stain her purity with his color.

She was like a saint above the clouds, untouched by worldly pleasures and ignorant of human suffering. But he wanted to use every possible means to pull her down from the altar, to make her fall into the mortal world, to share the extreme joys and pains of the world with him, and to sink into the sea of ​​desire.

Crazy flames danced in his eyes, which were as dark as a deep pool. He closed his eyelids, and his heart quickly calmed down after a brief ripple.

Tang Shuya rubbed his eyes, stood up, walked towards her, took her hand, and praised: "You are very beautiful. It suits you very well."

There was some sincerity in his tone.

The waiter next to them started to make noises, "Yes, yes, Miss Ling, I've never seen anyone look so good in this outfit. Standing next to your husband, they're a match made in heaven!"

Hearing the word "Mr.", Ling Zhen licked her lips awkwardly, thinking to herself that he is not my Mr.

Compared to Ling Yuan's embarrassment, Tang Shuya was very calm about the title, and even the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were stained with a happy smile.

At first glance, the two of them don't seem to be the same kind of people, but when they stand together, they are so harmonious and eye-catching.

The waiter took the opportunity to suggest, "You two, we also have wedding services here. We have wedding photos, wedding decorations, and so on."

"no need."

Ling Zhen refused with a cold look and turned to leave.

The waiter refused and continued to persuade her, "Ms. Ling, don't be anxious. Why don't you and your husband come over and try taking two wedding photos. The trial is free. See the results and make a decision if you are satisfied."

Tang Shuya reached out, grabbed her wrist, pulled her closer, and whispered, "Try it out. There's no harm in taking a shot. What do you think?"

Ling Zhen raised her eyes to look at him, he just stared at her gently, his true emotions completely hidden by the lenses.

Unable to figure out what he was trying to do, she finally lowered her brows helplessly and said lightly, "Then shoot it."

Tang Shuya seemed to be well-dressed. The suit he wore was more noble and formal than any other in the store, so he didn't need to change and could start taking photos directly.

In front of the photographer's lens, Ling Yuan's face was extremely unnatural. He put his arm around her waist, ignoring her resistance, and just asked her softly, "What kind of wedding do you want in the future?"

Ling Zhen squinted at him, unable to hold back any longer, and began to mock him, "Mr. Tang, are you addicted to playing house? Do you really want to marry me?"

He smiled, gently rubbing his palm on her waist, looking down at her, "If so, it seems not bad."

"madman!"

Ling Ruo uttered a curse through his teeth.

Tang Shuya just smiled.

The photographer's dissatisfied voice rang out, "Bride, pay attention to your expression, don't be too fierce, smile, lean towards the groom, be more intimate..."

Ling Yuan wanted to get closer to him, but his body was out of control, like two upside-down magnets repelling each other. If he got any closer to him, he would automatically bounce back two inches.

Feeling Ling Zhen's stiffness, he shouted softly, "Stop making trouble and listen."

The hand on her waist pulled her into his arms.

She turned around and glanced at him, but in front of so many people she could only protest with her eyes, her body still being held in his arms.

"Yes, yes, that's right. Smile sweeter and keep it up. Good!"

In the camera, Ling Ruo was like a puppet, adjusting his movements according to their instructions.

Then there were several "click" sounds of shutter buttons being pressed. Tang Shuya's eyebrows curved and she smiled gently, while Ling Yuan's expression was stiff and she forced a smile that was uglier than crying.

After this farce ended, she received a call from Fang Xi. The voice on the receiver sounded a little deep, "Zhao Zhen, have you finished choosing your wedding dress?"

"Well, I've chosen."

"Let's go home after we finish choosing."

"Okay. By the way, you weren't hurt in that little car accident just now, were you?"

"No, I'll tell you when I get back."

After leaving the bridal shop, Tang Shuya was already waiting for her at the door. He smiled faintly and reminded her, "Come to Nanting to see me tonight. Don't play any more tricks."

Ling Zhen held the corner of his mouth and nodded lightly.

Han Su took Tang Shuya into the car, started the car, and saw Ling Zhen hailing a taxi on the roadside not far away. "Mr. Tang, it's Miss Ling."

Tang Shuya raised her eyelids slightly and took a look through the glass. She was looking at her phone while looking anxiously at the road, as if she was waiting for a bus.

Han Su thought for a moment, then asked, "Mr. Tang, do you want to send Miss Ling back?"

Tang Shuya looked lazy, sneered, and said, "What's there to send? I'm busy going back to see my boyfriend."

Han Su was not stupid. He had long noticed that Tang Shuya had special feelings for Ling Yuan. As for what kind of feelings they had, he didn't dare to guess.

He checked Tang Shuya's expression in the rearview mirror and carefully considered each word, "Mr. Tang, if you want Miss Ling to break up, perhaps you can start with her father. Her father is about to be released from prison..."

Tang Shuya snorted softly, "Who said I wanted her to break up?"