The CEO's favorite: don't run away from your sweet wife

"Yang Yuxi, you fell in the toilet, and you haven't come back after so long."

Why is this man talking so badly?

Yang Yuxi said angrily, "I'll be right back."

Having resolved her internal urgency, she stepped on her pointed high heels and returned to the box.

Jing Mochen's eyes lit up when he saw her, but he couldn't help muttering.

"Why have I been there for so long, the dishes are cold."

Yang Yuxi glared at him angrily, "Am I constipated?"

Jing Mochen choked for a moment, but was speechless.

"Eat quickly, go home and sleep after eating, there are other arrangements for tomorrow."

Yang Yuxi was so hungry that he ate with big mouthfuls, satisfied.

She was full, and when she went back, she didn't argue with Jing Mochen again.

Instead, he thought over and over again what Bai Yumei and that man had said, and the more he thought about it, the more suspicious he became.

She gradually lost her mind, Jing Mochen saw her serious face, couldn't help poking her arm.

"What are you thinking about so much?"

Of course, it was impossible for Yang Yuxi to tell Jing Mochen her discovery, "It's nothing, I'm just a little sleepy and just want to sleep."

Jing Mochen didn't ask her any more questions, and when he got home, he simply washed up, and then lay on the bed with her in his arms and fell into a deep sleep.

Yang Yuxi was awakened by him very early the next day.

The angry woman shouted unhappily, "What are you doing, I'm so sleepy, I haven't slept enough yet."

Jing Mochen was in high spirits, "Hurry up and get up and clean up, I will take you to a good place later."

Yang Yuxi reluctantly got up to wash up, and after breakfast, Jing Mochen took her to a large lavender garden.

And a dozen foreign beauties with yellow hair and white skin were already waiting for them there.

"What are you doing?"

Yang Yuxi couldn't figure out what situation Jing Mochen wanted to make, so he blinked his eyes and asked.

"Wedding photographs."

The short four words shocked Yang Yuxi so much that he almost choked on his saliva.

"I don't want to take wedding photos. If you want to take photos, you can take photos with other women."

Jing Mochen's face was instantly as cold as frost, "Why didn't you take pictures? Shouldn't you take wedding photos when you're married?"

He was full of expectations for a wonderful honeymoon trip, but she always poured cold water on him.

Jing Mochen was so angry that his lungs were about to explode, he wished he could strangle this woman to death.

"You clearly know that our marriage is not what both parties want, why force me to do something I don't like."

Yang Yuxi poked her neck and said, receiving the marriage certificate was enough to make her uncomfortable, and now she was going to take wedding photos again, she was not out of her mind.

Seeing her unwillingness, Jing Mochen couldn't help but sneered.

"So, are you still thinking about divorcing me and going to live together with Gu Zebei?"

"You don't want to bring everything to Gu Zebei's head, I just don't want to shoot."

She faced Jing Mochen's anger fearlessly.

"Ha ha."

The aura is so strong that even the men who say nothing in the company don't want to talk to her. He turned to the assistant next to him and said, "Go back and ask someone to write a draft, saying that I'm married and I'm going to have a grand wedding soon. The bride's name, Identity should also be published.

"Jing Mochen, how dare you!"

What Yang Yuxi was most afraid of was that the news of the marriage would be made public, so she couldn't help but shouted loudly.

"Why don't I dare? Now that I'm married, isn't it normal to have a wedding?"

The man said with a sneer.

Yang Yuxi's face was flushed with anger, he clenched his fingers and then loosened them, loosened them and clenched them again.

After a while, she was still defeated, and said dejectedly, "Okay, I'll shoot. Don't announce the news of the marriage."

Jing Mochen patted her face condescendingly, "Isn't that good? If you insist on toasting instead of fine wine, how can you be happy?"

"It seems that I was too used to you before, and let you ride on my head."

Yang Yuxi bit her lip, swallowed all the humiliation, and stared at him bitterly.

Jing Mochen didn't care, and said a few words to the group of blond and blue-eyed staff in a proficient foreign language.

Those beauties immediately surrounded Yang Yuxi graciously, styled her hair, put on makeup, and took her to the spacious caravan to change into a white and holy wedding dress.

When she came out, Jing Mochen also changed into a new suit, looking at his wife who was exquisitely dressed.

Wearing a white wedding dress with a tube top, a precious necklace on a slender neck, and her hair turned into a gentle princess head, she stood not far away and looked at him charmingly.

He walked over, stretched out his long arms, wrapped his arms around his wife's slender and soft waist, and led her into a sea of ​​purple lavender flowers.

Yang Yuxi was at a loss when the photographer said something.

However, Jing Mochen had already hugged her from behind, his warm kisses fell on her bare shoulders, and he looked at her affectionately.

Yang Yuxi couldn't help shivering from the warm and humid breath, his body was tense and stiff.

The cameraman looked at the two, couldn't help but frowned, and said something else.

She couldn't understand, Jing Mochen said close to her ear, "He told you to relax, be more natural, sweeter, and don't be so dead."

Yang Yuxi couldn't help complaining secretly in her heart, being hugged by such a man and being teased intentionally or unintentionally, it's only strange that it's natural.

After taking more than a dozen photos in a row, the photographer was not satisfied and couldn't help shaking his head.

He came over and chattered with Jing Mochen to discuss something, and Jing Mochen nodded frequently.

"The photographer said that you are too reluctant to let go, and the photos you take are not good-looking. If you continue like this, you will only waste your energy."

Yang Yuxi pursed her lips and said reluctantly, "I've already said that I don't want to shoot anymore, but you insist on forcing me, you see."

Jing Mochen didn't care, he was already aggrieved by not being able to disclose the news of his marriage, he must have wedding photos.

Knowing the resistance in his wife's heart, he simply used the aggressive method.

"Yang Yuxi, I know you don't have love for me, and I don't actually love you either. But since we're getting married, we still have to take wedding photos."

"Just treat it as if you are shooting a love movie now, and you need to take wedding photos to make it sweeter and happier."

"If you can't even meet such a small request, I don't think you need to act in the future. You bring too many personal emotions, and you are destined not to be a qualified actor."

"You can't get angry either."

Yang Yuxi didn't like to hear such unkind words.

"Why do you say I won't be popular? Jing Mochen, you are too underestimating people! Isn't it just to take a wedding photo, I don't believe I can't handle it."

Her eyes were bright, with small flames burning, making her fair little face more vivid.

"I can take good pictures, but I'm afraid that you, a cold, paralyzed man, will hold me back."

Jing Mochen chuckled, "Then we'll wait and see who is holding back who."