After the marriage, the charming educated youth is eye-catching

Although Ruan Qing always talks about love, Zhong Heyang feels that she doesn't mean it.

It is precisely because of this that he is even more reluctant to stop Ruan Qing's behavior.

Everyone thought that she was deliberately spreading the gimmick of having liked him for many years in order to avoid blind dates and getting married.

Lin Ziqiu nodded thoughtfully, "That's a legitimate reason."

The Ruan family is a weird family. Anyone who gets close to them will be in trouble.

Of course, Ruan Qing was an accident.

She is no longer the unawakened fool in her previous life.

Zhong Heyang held her hand and placed it on his heart. "Wife, don't worry. I won't even look at other women. I am satisfied just to see you."

Lin Ziqiu blushed and pulled her hand back, pouting, "You're so smooth-talking, who... who did you learn that from?"

"I'm speaking from the heart, where's the oil?"

Zhong Heyang felt a little aggrieved. He was just expressing his true thoughts.

Lin Ziqiu coughed dryly twice, afraid that he would say something disgusting and be overheard by the people around him, so he lowered his voice and echoed, "Okay, okay, it's all true."

After Song Qiao and the others finished taking the photos, she passed by them and glared at Lin Ziqiu fiercely. Wei Zhihe was different. He wanted to find a hole to crawl into. He didn't want anyone he knew to see him taking wedding photos.

He walked very fast, and Song Qiao chased after him, shouting, "Wait for me!"

After waiting for a while, it was finally their turn.

A photographer wearing black-framed glasses and a Mao suit came over and said in a loud voice, "Are you here to take wedding photos, young couple? Follow me!"

The studio was simply decorated, with a huge curtain serving as the background and two wooden chairs placed next to it.

Lin Ziqiu and Zhong Heyang stood in front of the curtain, their bodies stiff, not knowing where to put their hands and feet.

After all, it was our first time taking wedding photos.

Inexperienced and a little shy.

The photographer smiled and instructed: "Young man, move closer to your wife, don't be so distant!"

Zhong Heyang felt as panicked as if he had done something bad at school and was suddenly called out by the teacher. With a red face, he moved towards Lin Ziqiu, and his arm accidentally touched her. The two of them separated instantly as if they had been electrocuted.

"Hand in hand!"

The cameraman continued to guide.

Lin Ziqiu's hands trembled slightly. He took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to reach out to Zhong Heyang.

Zhong Heyang held her hand gently, the warmth of his palm passed through her skin, and both of their heartbeats involuntarily quickened.

The photographer adjusted the angle of his camera and called out, "Smile!"

Lin Ziqiu was so nervous that she gave a stiff smile, and Zhong Heyang beside her smiled in a way that was uglier than crying.

The photographer put down his camera, walked over and joked, "You two don't look like newlyweds, so why are you still so shy? Just pretend I don't exist. Think about the happy times you had together and smile more!"

Happy things?

Zhong Heyang tilted his head to glance at Lin Ziqiu, his eyes full of affection, and countless memories flooded his heart.

Those sweet moments made him smile unconsciously.

Lin Ziqiu felt his gaze and was infected and started laughing.

"Yes!" the photographer said excitedly. "That's it! Be more natural. Put your arm around her waist, and imagine you're strolling in the sunset..."

Zhong Heyang hesitated for a moment, then slowly stretched out his arms and held Lin Ziqiu in his arms.

Lin Ziqiu's cheeks were flushed, her body was trembling slightly, and she felt like her heart was about to burst out.

The two looked at each other, full of deep affection. At this moment, Zhong Heyang couldn't help but confess his love.

"Daughter-in-law, I love you."

As he finished speaking, there was a "click" sound.

Their love for each other is forever frozen in this moment.

Finish. .