“…”
Jiang Beiyuan's brows were furrowed, with a rare expression of confusion.
Thinking that he, the dignified president of the Jiang Group and the most outstanding son of Chairman Jiang, had moments of confusion.
"Where can I take photos if I don't go to a photo studio?"
"Hahaha, don't you know? These days, of course, wedding photos are taken outdoors. It's best to be in a place like spring all year round, or it's the seaside, beach, forest, pavilions and ancient alleys, or go abroad to Paris You can shoot in a place like the Netherlands where there are many flowers and plants, or Venice, the scenery of the water city is so beautiful, isn’t it?”
“…”
Jiang Beiyuan pursed his lips hard, but still said nothing.
Seeing that he was interested, Yan Nian stopped joking, "It's okay. I understand straight men, and I understand the generation gap. It's the same in the photo studio. It happens to be cold and I don't want to travel far."
After saying that, he got off the car.
As he walked, he covered his mouth and smiled, his little shoulders shaking.
Fortunately, she spent the whole night thinking about what important thing Jiangbeiyuan wanted to take her to do, but she didn't expect it to be a wedding photo shoot.
Seeing the serious look on his face, as if he was about to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, she thought he wanted her to be a spy and sneak into another company.
The store manager, makeup artist and costume designer of the photo studio have been waiting for today's distinguished guests at the door for a long time.
Jiang Beiyuan spent a lot of money today. The makeup artist and costumer are both top-notch in Ningcheng. The store manager also dismissed all the customers who had made reservations today. The huge photo studio is only responsible for the newlyweds Jiang Beiyuan and Yan Nian. Wedding photographs.
The costume designer prepared six sets of clothes for Yan Nian according to Jiang Beiyuan's previous request.
The first set is the wedding dress.
The pure white tube top wedding dress is made of the finest materials, has a waisted style, a long fishtail underneath, and a circle of starry sky-style sequins underneath the skirt. The transparent design is just right and can perfectly highlight a woman's figure.
Yan Nian was taken to the dressing room to change clothes by two makeup artists.
Jiang Beiyuan changed into his suit quickly. After changing, he leaned against the wall and waited quietly for Yan Nian to come out of the dressing room.
He is tall, with a straight and well-proportioned figure, and a perfect temperament. He is leaning against the wall as he is now, holding his pocket with one hand. His laziness reveals a bit of aristocratic temperament, which attracts the attention of the clerk in the store.
Several shop assistants looked at Jiang Beiyuan and then whispered to each other. Their eyes were filled with red hearts, and they only dared to whisper about this famous face.
Five minutes later.
Yan Nian came out with the help of the costume designer.
The costume designer let go of Yan Nian and walked to the back to straighten her long skirt on the floor.
"Hey, look at your beautiful wife!"
Yan Nian waved to Jiang Beiyuan who was directly in front of him. She had bright eyes and white teeth. She had a slim figure and delicate eyebrows that were as lively as a picture. The playfulness and cuteness of a girl flowed between her eyebrows.
Jiangbeiyuan looked at her for a moment.
Various styles.
These four words first popped into my mind.
Suddenly, she felt that there was no sense of incompatibility when these four words were applied to her at this moment.
"How's it going, Teacher Jiang?"
Yan Nian spun around in front of Jiang Beiyuan and made a scissor hand gesture.
"Yeah, so beautiful."
He slightly curled his lips, his voice was low and sweet, and his eyes were filled with admiration and fascination.
During the previous press conference, I had thought about how she would look in a wedding dress.
And earlier.
When he was in high school, he also thought about how she would look like wearing a wedding dress for him one day.
That year, he was eighteen years old.
Now, he is twenty-eight.
In five days, it will be twenty-nine.
Time flies by unconsciously.
(End of chapter)