The president's pet daughter

What Song Mingzhe saw was a set of ancient wedding photos that were reversed.

This means that if this set is to be shot, his role in the wedding photo will be Mei Jiao Niang.

And Ling Zhaozhao was the bully who teased him.

Song Mingzhe looked at the "beautiful lady" in the photo and even showed her shoulders vulgarly, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

Sometimes his wife's aesthetics are really different from ordinary people.

"I think this is pretty good. It's not that you haven't worn it. I think it looks pretty good."

Mu Yang patted Song Mingzhe's shoulder with a smile, and said without fear of death.

Song Mingzhe's face darkened again and again.

He recalled the experience of wearing women's clothing since he was a child.

Gao Yue seemed to have heard Mu Yang mention this matter, and she bent her eyebrows knowingly.

"Honestly, I'm looking forward to it."

When Ling Zhaozhao heard Gao Yue and Mu Yang's jokes with each other, his pretty face was a little embarrassed.

She was also looking forward to Song Mingzhe taking this group of wedding photos.

At first she thought this was interesting, and originally wanted to wait for a decision, but she didn't expect it to be so brightly placed on the bright side.

Song Mingzhe looked at the pictures of the models, and then at Ling Zhaozhao's blinking eyes, his heart softened.

"Would you really like to shoot this?"

Ling Zhaozhao nodded, then shook his head again.

"If you……"

Song Mingzhe interrupted quickly before he could say those few words that he didn't like.

"Then shoot."

He had a serious look on his face, as if he was going to die heroically.

Gao Yue and Mu Yang didn't seem to expect Song Mingzhe to agree so readily, they looked at each other for a while.

The staff on the side hurriedly recorded it to arrange makeup artists and photographers.

"Is there any style you want to shoot?"

Song Mingzhe tugged on his tie, as if following Ling Zhaozhao's intentions in all directions.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't expect Song Mingzhe to be so obedient, and he took his arm affectionately.

"My husband is so nice."

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao's excited eyes, and it was hard not to guess that if there were not too many people around, Ling Zhaozhao would give him a kiss directly.

He suddenly felt that the people around him were a bit of an eyesore.

"I still want to shoot this, this and this."

Ling Zhaozhao turned over the tablet and pointed to three more groups.

One group is retro style, one group is forest style, and the other group is wedding photos taken on location at the beach.

Song Mingzhe in the first two groups didn't have any complaints, but when he saw the latter group, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Is there no other wedding dress to choose?"

The wedding dress on the model is beautiful, but it feels cheap.

Ling Zhaozhao deserves better.

The staff heard the implication in Song Mingzhe's words, and scratched their heads in embarrassment.

"We have other wedding dresses to choose from in our store... but this one is considered to be of high quality and workmanship. If you are not satisfied, we can order some from other places."

The meaning of the staff is very clear, that is, it will take time and effort to replace the wedding dress in the photo with a better one.

Song Mingzhe calculated the time. They will be filming outdoor scenes tomorrow morning. If they want to get other wedding dresses, it will probably be too late.

"No, you can use your own wedding dress then, right?"

Song Mingzhe marked it and handed the tablet to the staff.

When the staff heard Song Mingzhe's words, they froze for a moment, then nodded again.

"As long as you are satisfied."

Ling Zhaozhao, who was standing beside Song Mingzhe, was a little confused.

What is your own wedding dress?

Why doesn't she know what kind of wedding dress there is?

"Where do you go to find a wedding dress?"

Although Ling Zhaozhao remembered that Song Mingzhe had said last time that he would take her to pick out a wedding dress, he hadn't taken the time, so he couldn't help but be a little curious.

What is a wedding dress that has not passed her eyes?

"You'll know when the time comes, go make up first."

Song Mingzhe fondled Ling Zhaozhao's hair, as if coaxing a child.

Ling Zhaozhao was tangled up for a moment, then thought that he would be able to see the wedding dress that Song Mingzhe was talking about tomorrow anyway, so he immediately stopped tangled up.

The most important thing now is to complete today's shooting task.

Gao Yue and Mu Yang also picked a few groups, and then excitedly went to make up and change clothes.

Sitting in the single dressing room, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help feeling a little satisfied when he saw his appearance in the red men's attire.

Her face, whether it is a man or a woman, is perfect.

Finally, Ling Zhaozhao helped the groom's hat on his head, and walked briskly out of the dressing room.

He ran into Song Mingzhe who had just changed his clothes head-on.

Song Mingzhe was frowning, looking at the fiery red wedding dress on his body with some discomfort.

The staff who originally guided him to change clothes suggested that he had better tear off his shoulders so that he would look more coquettish.

But Song Mingzhe refused without hesitation.

And he didn't let the makeup artist put on a thick foundation for him, he just painted his eyebrows and lips hastily.

But Song Mingzhe has a good background, even so, he can still complement the wedding dress on his body.

If Song Mingzhe's expression wasn't so serious, Ling Zhaozhao felt that it would be more perfect.

As soon as Song Mingzhe saw Ling Zhaozhao, he dragged her towards the studio in stride, as if there was a ghost chasing after her.

Ling Zhaozhao understood very well that Song Mingzhe was afraid of being seen by Gao Yue and Mu Yang, that's why he left in such a hurry.

So she couldn't hold back along the way, and quietly stared at Song Mingzhe's half-revealed shoulders and laughed several times.

After arriving at the studio, Ling Zhaozhao realized that it was not difficult to make Song Mingzhe wear women's clothing, but the difficult thing was to make him look like he was molested by him.

"Sir, lean a little closer to the head of the bed, and your expression can be more relaxed..."

The photographer changed several camera positions, but he still couldn't find the angle he wanted, so he felt a little helpless.

He thought that it would not be difficult to take pictures of a combination of handsome men and beautiful women like Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe, but he didn't expect that Song Mingzhe's expression was so serious that he felt like he was being forced into prostitution.

Song Mingzhe smiled stiffly when he heard the photographer's words.

It didn't look like she was smiling, but it was a bit uglier than crying.

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't hold back either, and laughed out loud.

"It's okay, just look at me and imagine how much you love me."

Ling Zhaozhao leaned into Song Mingzhe's ear and said softly.

Song Mingzhe heard Ling Zhaozhao's words, a strange light flashed in his deep eyes, and his body relaxed involuntarily.

He has been very nervous in the camera, but thinking about Ai Ling Zhaozhao, he seems to be able to relax.

It can be seen that love is a very wonderful thing.

"Okay, okay, keep this posture and don't move, I'll take a few more pictures."

Seeing Song Mingzhe's sudden awakening, the photographer quickly started to take pictures.