She became famous after dressing up as the boss's cannon fodder wife

Chapter 5

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After the photo was taken, Han Yi left the studio without saying a word, and Xia Yang put on her sunglasses and mask and slipped away to the work area.

"Brother, did you take the picture of "V You 50"?" He approached the photographer and asked in a low voice.

I had previously asked the photographer to secretly take a photo of Han Yi while they were taking ID photos.

Once the material is stable, let’s start deploying signatures.

"It's taken, let's see if it works." The photographer thrust the camera into his hand.

Xia Yang swiped the screen and saw two or three single photos of Han Yi that were captured. The man had a straight figure, handsome features, and a cool temperament. Everything was perfect.

It’s just this wheelchair…

He remembered that Fang Ming had said before that Han Yi had not announced the news to the outside world since he had a car accident six months ago. He claimed that he was going abroad for inspection. Only a few close associates knew the truth and came to his home regularly to report on work. All other meetings, large and small, were handled online.

Therefore, this wheelchair photo cannot be disseminated as it is.

Xia Yang thought for a while and carried the camera to the work area where the photo retoucher was. The person in charge of the smiling lips was still gesticulating rapidly, so he didn't want to disturb him, so he disturbed a fisherman in the corner.

"Miss, can you please take a look at this photo?" He politely handed over the camera, "Here, take off the wheelchair."

Miss Moyu reluctantly put down her phone and took a look at the photo: "His sitting position still requires something to move around even if the wheelchair is removed. Do you think it's feasible to sit on the toilet?"

"Uh..." A somewhat inelegant image flashed through Xia Yang's mind, "It's not good to sit on the toilet, but you're still a big shot!"

"What? Don't you want to squat on the toilet?" Miss Moyu was a little bit awkward, but she wasn't too persistent. She rolled her eyes and said, "How about sitting on the kang?"

"Uh..." The picture in Xia Yang's mind became even more strange, as if he saw the cold and cold man sitting on the kang, sewing the soles of his shoes one by one.

"The painting style of Kangtou is a bit too simple."

"Then I don't have any good ideas. You can think about it yourself," Miss Moyu shrugged and pushed the camera away.

Helpless, Xia Yang had to brainstorm on his own: riding in a car, riding in a sedan, riding on a cactus, sitting on the confinement...

He accidentally caught a glimpse of a large ship on the desktop of a certain computer, and an idea suddenly popped into his mind.

"Okay, how about taking a boat ride?"

Han Yi's company operates the cruise ship industry, which is second to none in the industry. The luxury cruise ships it has produced in recent years are famous all over the world.

It’s perfect to let Mr. Han take the boat!

"Okay, let's take a boat." Miss Moyu also said that she was very happy, and couldn't help but recite a poem: "Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, and we will arrive at the passenger ship at midnight."

Xia Yang: "..."

The Chinese teacher was afraid that he would faint in the toilet after hearing this.

Sister Moyu’s poems and songs are not good enough, but she is quite strong in her professional field. She quickly found a picture in the gallery that resembled a canoe. The bow and stern were tilted upward, and the hull was engraved with elegant patterns, with a hint of Classical beauty.

"Beautiful, that's it!" Xia Yang's eyes lit up when he saw it, "Please help me make it more realistic!"

The one with the photo of the boat on one side and the smiling lips on the other side has finished his work.

"Okay, sir, are you satisfied with it?" The retoucher called him over for inspection.

Xia Yang ran forward full of expectations, but was stunned at the first sight.

"Oh my god… "

To be honest, the retoucher is indeed a capable person, and the smiling lips made by P really made the ice-cold Han Yi "smile" in style.

But the style of painting is not sweet by any means. It not only affects Han Yi's aloof and domineering temperament, but is also mixed with a hint of weirdness and weirdness.

He looks like an old cunt with a hidden knife in his smile.

Come on, come on... I still need my eyes.

He sighed, scratched his head, and said a little apologetically: "I think it's better for my husband to be more original, so just give me the original picture."

Retoucher: "...Okay."

After the two photos were developed, Xia Yang carefully put them in his pocket. When he returned to the car, Han Yi didn't even raise his eyelids. Half of his face was sunk in the mottled light and shadow in the car, calm and indifferent.

"Mr. Han," Xia Yang held the red background photo in front of him, "The dream of smiling lips was shattered. The sweet style... we can't control it."

Han Yi had no expression on his face. He glanced at the photo and then looked away: "I didn't want it at first."

Xia Yang: "."

There were very few people at the Civil Affairs Bureau today, and there was no queue at the marriage registration window.

The clerk took their 2-inch photos with red background and asked them to sit down and fill out the form. Xia Yang had the autograph photo in her mind, so she filled in a few hastily and started to stretch her neck and glance secretly at Han Yi.

Noticing his gaze, Han Yi turned around and stopped writing: "What are you looking at?"

"Well, let's see if your signature is as handsome as me~"

"I also want the same style as the male idol, can you sign one for me?"

His sweet smile wrapped up his rainbow fart, but unexpectedly, he was given an extremely serious lesson by Han Yichen.

"This is not the entertainment industry."

"Don't waste your time doing meaningless things."

Xia Yang: "..."

Tired, all around.

Put up an authentic ice sculpture, and even blowing a rainbow fart will freeze it in minutes!

The attempt to ask for a signature failed, so he had to give up and continue to fill out the form obediently.

The two of them filled out all the forms and handed them to the clerk. Within two minutes, the two little red notebooks were ready.

"You two, please keep it, happy wedding." The little girl handed the little red book to them with a smile.

Xia Yang thanked her, opened the little red book, and saw the two-inch photo with a red background in the upper right corner.

The two men above are extremely handsome, but their style of painting is indeed not very sweet.

"Ha! It's okay to subvert tradition." He rubbed his little red book and clicked his tongue, "Other people's wedding photos show happiness and sweetness, but ours are cold to the end."

Han Yi: "..."

After receiving the certificate and preparing to go out, I suddenly heard a sharp curse coming from the second floor, and then I saw a man and woman coming down the stairs fighting in a very awkward manner.

It was so intense and horse-grabbing that everyone was stunned for a moment.

"He's a ruthless person!" Xia Yang pushed up his sunglasses, glanced upstairs, then turned back and asked the girl at the window, "Excuse me, what is the second floor...?"

"It's the divorce window." The little girl explained.

"Oh, that's okay."

The divorce window has always been a hot spot for accidents.

Two security guards kicked a pair of ruthless people out of the Civil Affairs Bureau. Xia Yang watched the two embarrassed figures, put on the armrest of Han Yi's wheelchair, and pointed to the second floor: "Mr. Han, that will be ours in the future. Home. When the time comes for divorce, try not to make a fuss if you can."

Han Yi: "..."

After going out and returning to the car, Fang Ming started the engine and started walking back.

The two people in the back seat were silent all the way, and the air was filled with a thick sense of depression.

There was a serious traffic jam during the rush hour on Friday night. Xia Yang looked at the sight in front of her and wanted to use her headphones to watch a video.

Unexpectedly, when he took out his pocket, something suddenly fell out, and it happened to fall on Han Yi's shiny leather shoes.

The two of them looked down at the same time, and this sight made Xia Yang's blood pressure soar.

Wo Ta Ma! It’s Han Yi’s PS boat photo!

Full of shit, he hurriedly bent down to pick it up. Han Yi's panicked movements were reflected in his eyes. After a moment of silence, he lowered his eyes and asked, "What are you picking up?"

"Ah, no, it's nothing," Xia Yang picked up the photo and held it tightly in his hands, still holding on to the slightest bit of luck, "It's just a photo."

"What photo?" Han Yi asked.

"..." Xia Yang paused.

His eyes darted away, and his long and fine eyelashes covered his lower eyelids, like two fans hanging weakly. Han Yi's silent eyes stared at him like hooks, saying nothing or doing anything, but It made him feel chills on the back of his neck.

The air pressure in the car became lower and lower, like solidified cement. Seeing that she couldn't hide it, Xia Yang had to bite her lip and say, "It's... it's a... photo of your boat."

"What did you say?" Han Yi was obviously stunned after hearing what he said, with a rare shock on his face.

A photo of him in bed? ?

Why didn’t he know when it was taken

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Author: Pass on, Xia Yang secretly took a photo of Mr. Han’s bed!