Wealthy Marriage: The President's Dumb Wife

When trying on clothes, Song Yu looked at the black tight-fitting gift on Zhen Qi's body, raised her eyebrows lightly and said, "This dress is not suitable, people will think that we are a breast enhancement advertisement if I wear it."

So Zhenqi was pushed into the dressing room by the costumer again. When she came out, Zhenqi in a white short skirt really surprised Song Yu, "Is our product a diet pill? My thighs are thicker than mine."

Black lines began to appear on Zhen Qi's face. Is Song Yu here to mess things up? Either he dislikes her small breasts or her thick legs. You must know that I have already told Song Yu all the powerful relationships. Could it be that his pig's brain can't turn around? Zhenqi sat on the sofa in the changing room a little decadently, listening to the footsteps of the dressmaker going out to get clothes, and complained boringly.

"Miss Zhenqi, this is the last one. It was chosen by Mr. Song himself. You can see if you can wear it." Outside the curtain, the dresser handed over a sea-blue skirt in the white hands of the dresser, looking at the incandescent dress in the studio. Zhenqi was excited by the faint blue skirt under the lamp. She had never seen such a dress before, so she hurriedly took it, gestured on her chest, and then put the skirt on two or three times. The material of the skirt is very soft, and the shape of the dress is very simple. The sleeves are designed with fluffy, which is the type I like very much. However, Zhenqi's favorite is the dovetail skirt, which just fits in the front. It is above the knee, and it just covers the scar left by the injury on Zhenqi's knee at the banquet. The skirt at the back drags the floor, and the design of the lotus leaf makes the skirt look elegant and fresh. I have to say that Song Yu's With a good vision, Zhen Qi turned around in the fitting room, looked at the skirt flying, and then blushed inexplicably, whether it was the last banquet or now, Song Yu can always find the one that suits her best. She could even take care of the scars on her own knees, she was really careful, Zhenqi covered her beating heart, took a deep breath, and then pulled back the curtain.

A burst of suppressed exclamation made Zhenqi very uncomfortable, and then twisted her fingers awkwardly, and looked at everyone timidly: "Is it ugly?" Do you think it's okay?

"Perfect." The director's eyes were filled with tears of excitement: "It's so perfect, just like I imagined, this is the concept of 'ice muscle'."

In the past, people said that they were mostly "good-looking" and "cute", but words like "beautiful" and "perfect" have never been said before. Zhenqi knows that such words do not belong to her, but this time the director praised her like this By herself, Zhen Qi looked at Song Yu in a bit of bewilderment, but Song Yu just nibbled on Fingerman and Zhen Qi quietly, and finally nodded slightly, "It's very nice, don't worry, I'm here with you."

Zhen Qi's heart was beating suddenly, and then she nodded fiercely, thinking that Song Yu closed a cheering gesture and was about to go under the spotlight, but just as she turned around, Song Yu stood up and grabbed Zhen Qi's wrist , the long legs straddled close to Zhenqi.

Looking at those rare gentle eyes, feeling Song Yu's powerful heartbeat, Zhen Qi's face turned red all of a sudden, and she was used to lowering her head, but due to profound reasons, Zhen Qi's forehead stuck to Song Yu's chest as soon as she lowered her head .

Song Yu frowned slightly, sniffing the fragrance of Zhen Qi, Song Yu tried his best to control his throbbing, what a little fairy, Song Yu took a deep breath, held Zhen Qi's hand slowly loosened.

"What's the matter, uncle." Feeling the sudden loss of warmth on her wrist, Zhen Qi raised her head and didn't look at Song Yu, her eyes were full of embarrassment.

Song Yu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, then stretched out his hand to gently stroke Zhenqi's ear hair, and then tidied up the crystal crown pinned on the bun, and then slowly left Zhenqi's body after making sure it was fastened. The voice was deep and elegant: "The crown is loose."

Zhen Qi, whose ears were all red, could only look at Song Yu stupidly, and finally nodded as if she had lost something, and then smiled, "Thank you, uncle." Before this, she thought that Song Yu would suddenly kiss herself, But just to help her tidy up her hair crown, Zhen Qi was very disappointed, but then she was frightened by her crazy idea, how could she be so shameless, Song Yu said that she was just acting, and she was still in Song Yu's heart. not worthy.

"Don't stand there stupidly, come on." Song Yu looked at Zhen Qi, who had a flash of loneliness in her eyes, and said slowly as she kept all her emotions in her heart. Maybe she just regarded herself as Shao Han in Zhen Qi's consciousness, so I have never seen the look of attachment before, how long will it take Lu Zhenqi before you can really see me, the me who has been standing by your side all the time.

In the past, Zhenqi felt that there were a few people in the world who couldn’t believe what they said. One was the clothes shopper who said that this dress was very suitable for you; The next trip will come soon, and now Zhenqi feels that there is another person to add, that is, the director said that this shot is actually very simple.

It's simple, Zhenqi sat on the yoga ball and watched the director walking towards her step by step with her lips pouted after being stopped for the nth time.

"Ms. Lu, this shot is actually very simple." The director said earnestly, "Your performance is very good."

Very good, great, don't give me too much, Zhenqi sniffed.

"It's just that your eyes are not in place, you know what I need is that feeling of attachment." The director patiently enlightened Zhenqi.

Feeling like wool, Zhenqi turned her nose, who is she attached to alone?

"Let's put it this way." Looking at Zhen Qi's ignorant face, the director was a little speechless. He and Song Yu just looked at him and Song Yu, didn't you and me? Why can't it work now? I must have made a mistake in my expression: "Zhen Qi Now you are looking for that feeling of being in love, do you understand love?"

Although unwilling to agree, Zhenqi still nodded, but she was lonely and a widow who to find someone to fall in love with.

"It's good to understand." The director patted his thigh: "After a while, I will regard the end as the person you love, and the person you love will be there looking at you, so you will have a feeling."

So Zhenqi started the n+1th shooting again, the director stood beside the camera and reminded Zhenqi what he taught her.

Zhenqi tried her best to hold down the skirt that was blown by the artificial wind, and then smiled at the camera, taking the camera as her loved one, Zhenqi thought it was a joke, who could be such an idiot, but her eyes fell on Song Yu At the same time, looking at Song Yuzhenqi, who has been quietly watching her, her heart throbbed. Maybe the director is right, maybe he can really treat the camera as someone he likes,

Taking a deep breath, Zhen Qi looked at the camera naturally, but Song Yu was in her mind, the elegant him, the indifferent him, the him who wrapped the clothes on her body, and the him who hugged her in full view.

Song Yu, the corners of Zhenqi's mouth moved slightly.