Tang Si refused very tactfully.
Also sprinkled a handful of dog food.
The clerk was very knowledgeable, so he didn't ask any more questions.
Because these two people seem to be rich people, it is impossible to come to this kind of shop to do clothing design.
The idea of asking is just to try your luck.
The wedding dresses shot by the two of them today are interior scenes, and the first set is the wedding dress and suits, and they didn’t finish the shoot, it took a lot of effort.
The second set is police uniform and cheongsam.
Song Yi's figure was propped up by the cheongsam, she was very beautiful, with a pair of tender white legs looming.
Gentle and majestic, standing next to a man in a police uniform is very charming.
The police uniform fits well, enveloping a strong and muscular body, with a bit of righteousness and pampering for his little wife.
This set of pictures is amazing, and there are not enough words to describe it.
Stunning beauty and stunning beauty collide and blend together. With such a light touch, it seems that thousands of peach blossoms are falling, and the world is full of pink and love.
The police uniform is serious, the body is righteous, the soul is unyielding, the cheongsam is soft, charming and gentle, melting everything.
This body is covered with filth and gloom behind it, dotted with a few delicate flowers, gradually covering it, vines wantonly rooting towards the ground, from now on the darkness disappears, and the light is right in front of you.
…
Song Yi was quite tired.
After the filming was over, they all called it a day. Tang Si put his arms around Song Yi's waist: "Are you tired?"
She asked in a gentle voice, with a smile in her peach eyes.
"Lack of exercise, I feel sore and backache."
"Yeah." Tang Si responded solemnly, "I'll exercise with you when I get home tonight."
Very serious tone, but the words coming out of his mouth are not so serious.
Song Yi glanced at him.
Tang Si explained: "Very serious exercise."
Oh, she believed it.
"Don't change your clothes yet." Song Yi held Tang Si's hand, and said in a weak tone, "Go in and change for me."
"I don't want to move a finger right now."
She felt quite tired.
The main reason is that the skirt is quite heavy.
Tang Si raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly: "Is there such a good thing?"
"Don't move your hands and feet, come out after changing."
"I'll wait in the car."
"Okay." Tang Si walked into the changing room with her.
The shop assistants outside looked at them both with envy.
It is rare to see such a good relationship between a young couple.
You are thick and I am thick and sticky when you usually come to shoot wedding dresses.
The two of them don't look sticky, and they have a kind of clarity and stability after years of washing.
The sweet feeling of happiness is freely revealed in every word and deed.
Tang Si was indeed very honest and did not do anything to Song Yi.
He loves her little flower very much. She said that she was tired, so he changed it for her really quickly.
He bowed his head and kissed her forehead: "Very beautiful, thank you for your hard work."
After finishing speaking, he lightly touched the back of her head with his palm, and asked with a smile, "Do you want me to carry you to the car?"
Song Yi originally wanted to go out by herself, but since he had already mentioned it, it made her feel lazy in her heart.
She hooked Tang Si's neck with her hand: "I want to carry it on my back."
The man's Adam's apple rolled: "The cheongsam will be worn again when I get home tonight."
"I knew you were up to no good."
Tang Si picked her up and said, "I'm kind to you."
She didn't weigh much, she was very light, and it was easy for him.
"I am comfortable, and you are also comfortable."
These words mean a lot.
Song Yi smiled softly, fiddled with his buttons, but didn't speak.
Until he walked out of the bridal shop with her on his back.
"Do you think this looks like the police uncle who rescued a girl in distress?"
Tang Si snorted and dragged his voice: "You still want to play the script with me?"
Song Yi chuckled: "Aren't I the best at writing scripts?"
"Then do you want to play with me?"
Tang Si: "Am I playing with you, or are you playing with me?"
"It's all right."
Song Yi's voice was tired and lazy: "Anyway, I know you don't want to bully me."
He smiled silently, and raised his lips: "So you bullied me openly."
"Ah, isn't it fun to bully an iron-blooded police uncle?"
"You didn't call it that before."
"Then what did I call you before?"
"You call me brother policeman."
"Is that so?" Song Yi's calf swayed and her voice was charming: "I don't remember."
"ungrateful."
She smiled, and hugged his shoulders tightly: "I will never let go for the rest of my life, rely on me for the rest of my life."
"good."
…
After Tang Si put Song Yi in the car, he went back and changed his clothes, and the two of them returned home.
At home, Song's father and Song's mother have already prepared the meals.
Song Yi didn't want to eat, so she basically went to bed as soon as she got home, and fell asleep as soon as she fell asleep.
"Is it so tiring to take a wedding photo?" Song's mother looked at Tang Si: "Today, grandson will follow us, you two have a good rest."
Tang Si really wanted what he wanted, but he didn't show it at all on his face.
Instead, he asked, "Will it disturb your rest?"
"It's okay, the child is a little older now, and the little guy doesn't like to cry, so it's easy to take care of."
Tang Si glanced at him, and Tang Song looked at him with Gululu eyes.
He stretched out his hand and pinched his little face, and the little guy turned his face away immediately.
Tang Si: "..."
Like his mother, little heartless.
He insisted on touching his chubby little face.
Little Tang Song frowned, and was about to cry.
Tang Si's eyes widened, especially fierce.
The little guy had a wrinkled face, and when he curled his mouth, he immediately started crying.
Mother Song glared at Tang Si: "Tang Si!"
Tang Si raised his hand with an innocent face: "I really didn't do anything?"
Song's father laughed when he saw it: "I see that you have more fun every day now. Bullying your son to cry is fun."
He gently touched the tip of his nose, smiled, and suddenly took out his mobile phone to record it for the little guy.
While recording, he said in his mouth: "I will show you when you grow up, you were a little crying bag when you were young."
Black history, collected from childhood.
Boys, when they grow up, they always need face.
On this point, Tang Si was very foresighted.
Tang Song saw that his unreliable father was recording again, although there was nothing in his little head, he didn't understand anything.
But inexplicably stopped crying.
…
After his parents left, Tang Si went to take a shower and wash up.
Back in the room, Song Yi was still sleeping.
He knelt on the bed, bent slightly, and easily picked him up from the bed, hugged him in his arms, and kissed him: "So tired? Huh?"
Song Yi opened her eyes in a daze, and buried her head in his arms. The man's body was full of the fragrance of shower gel, and he lived in a gentle and warm home.
"Hmm..." Song Yi responded weakly.
Tang Si patted her small face: "Go and take off your makeup and take a shower, you can't sleep like this."
"I'm really sleepy, wash your little face." He raised Song Yi's little head, and said slowly, "Do you understand?"
Song Yi pouted, buried her head in his arms again, and said in a muffled voice, "I don't understand."
Tang Si couldn't help laughing, it was so coquettish.
Can't stand it.
"Little friend Song Yi, your husband took a shower, you are a fan of me."
"Liar, I don't lose powder, I don't get powder, and it lasts for 24 hours." Song Yi was dazed, and muttered, "I really fell for it. I'll go to the counter tomorrow to settle the score with him."
Tang Si really couldn't stand this coquettish little voice, so he simply hugged her: "If you don't do it yourself, I will do it for you."
"Yeah." Song Yi looked like he was at the mercy of others.
A long time ago, she didn't like to take a shower and wash her hair by herself.
Every time I take a bath and wash my hair, I have to do a long psychological struggle.
I always thought that it would be great if someone could help her, but it's weird whether it's a man or a woman who comes to this kind of private matter.
So every time I take a shower, wash my hair and remove makeup, I struggle.
Now, Tang Si can naturally wash for her.
She could help a long time ago, but she still needs to be reserved. What if this man knows that he is so lazy and doesn't marry her
She was really good, Tang Si took off her clothes, carried her into the bathroom, and put her into the bathtub filled with water.
She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling: "Take it easy, my husband."
Tang Si pondered.
"You can shut up."
He carefully helped Song Yi remove her makeup, took a bath, and was a little clumsy and not very proficient in removing makeup.
Song Yi washed her face, took a shower, and washed her hair, and the drowsiness disappeared.
The whole person woke up.
When the person woke up, all five senses came back.
His face gradually turned red.
At the beginning, she was a little shy and embarrassed, and Tang Si directly pulled her blocking hand away.
Tang Si sighed: "Little Ancestor, take it out, it's still slippery, and it hasn't been washed clean."
"I'll do it myself."
Seeing that she was awake, Tang Si snorted and said, "There is a beginning and an end."
"..." What the hell, this black-bellied old fox!
The beginning and the end of the fart!
Tang Si looked at her: "Don't pretend to be confused when you are awake."
His voice was slightly hoarse: "How to feel how to feel."
Song Yi was silent for a few seconds.
Suddenly hold his hand, kiss his thin lips, and pull him into the bathtub.
Just got out of the shower and had to do it again.
…
It was getting dark.
The back room is quiet, only the rhythmic sound of water.
and gasp.
…
early morning.
When Song Yi woke up in the morning, she just wanted to kick him off the bed, it hurt so much, she felt uncomfortable all over.
A man who has not fed for a long time is no different from a tiger or wolf.
But before that.
She suddenly remembered that she had given birth to a son, but the son was not at home now, and she was so scared that she immediately woke up Tang Si.
"Husband, where's Tang Song? Where's our son?"
Tang Si woke up in a daze, with a happy face.
Looking at the little woman, she pulled him down and held him in her arms.
The man's voice is magnetic: "Do you still know that you gave birth to a son?"
"Why didn't you remember when you wanted to lose weight last night?"
"Are you distracted? Or are you addicted to your husband's beauty?"
Song Yi: "..."
As soon as he heard these words in his mouth, he knew that the son must be with his parents.
Song Yi simply gave up struggling in his arms and wanted to continue sleeping.
Suddenly she spoke in a muffled voice in his arms, with a delicate tone: "Tang Si, I think it's amazing that I gave birth to a human being."
Tang Si laughed lowly, his chest was shaking, Song Yi. Can hear, the man's heartbeat is calm and powerful.
"You are also a human being, and I am also a human being, so if what we were born with is not a human being, what else can it be?"
Song Yi hit him: "You know what I mean."
"I know." Tang Si stopped joking with him, and gently kissed her forehead: "My little friend, being a mother at such a young age, I'm not used to it."
"Yeah." Song Yi said: "I didn't even think about it yesterday. I also gave birth to a son."
"But I just think it's amazing."
Tang Si laughed: "That's your son as well as mine."
He hugged her tighter: "Get used to it slowly."
"How about that?"
Song Yi: "Huh?"
"You are my son's elder sister, and I will raise you as siblings." Tang Si's tone was quite serious.
Tang Si is six or seven years older than her, but he is not her father's boyfriend.
He is very funny and humorous, he doesn't control her everywhere, even if he does, he doesn't use the tone of an elder to teach her.
That is definitely a hooligan method.
From time to time, he has a rebellious youthful air.
It can't be seen that she is six or seven years older than her.
Song Yi suddenly said that he wanted to raise her as a daughter, and Song Yi thought it was amazing.
Couldn't help but burrowed into his arms.
"I was born when you were six or seven years old." Song Yi leaned on him: "It's not impossible for you to be my father."
"Really?" Tang Si chuckled lightly: "Then what are we two?"
"Um?"
Song Yi: "Hmm... chaos... chaos..."
Before the latter word could be uttered, the man blocked his lips: "What's the matter? You are the wife I am marrying."
Song Yi: "No, did you say you would raise me as a daughter?"
Tang Si smiled: "It's raised as a daughter, and the seniority can't be messed up."
"Do a workout?" he asked.
"No." Song Yi refused: "It hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts..."
Tang Si: "..."
He let her go.
Because there are still photos to be taken today.
But when Song Yi washed up, she stood in front of the mirror and saw marks all over her body.
"..." This is a fart.
Tang Si walked in casually, squeezed toothpaste, and stood beside her to brush his teeth.
Then he realized that Song Yi was wrong, looked at her, with a toothbrush in his mouth, and asked vaguely, "What's wrong?"
Song Yi pointed to herself: "Look at the good things you did last night."
Tang Si raised his eyebrows, his peach blossom eyes were full of lust, and he smiled: "It's pretty, so sexy."
Song Yi kicked him out directly: "Your mom is sexy."
"Hiss—" She felt pain again after such a strenuous exercise.
Tang Si looked worried.
She pushed him out directly: "You sleep on the sofa for a month, get out."
Tang Si: "..."
If you know it early, you should be restrained.
He sighed: "Are you going to take wedding photos today?"
"How to shoot? Are you really afraid that others won't know what you did last night?" Song Yi became angry when he heard what he said.
Tang Si licked his lips: "Didn't you do this with me? Why do you still blame me?"
He knocked on the door: "Let's discuss it, I haven't finished brushing my teeth yet."
"Wife."
"young married woman."
"Song Yi~"
"Good boy~"
"You open the door."
Song Yi rolled her eyes and opened the door: "You are called soul."
As soon as the door opened, the man pushed her against the wall: "You won't let me in, I want-"