On the day I was released from prison, I had a flash marriage with the heir of a wealthy family.

Zhao Wanqin couldn't help but smile as she looked at his appearance.

The person you like, no matter what he does, seems to be particularly pleasing to your eyes.

Soon, Zhao Wanqin pushed Zhan Yunting into the wooden house in front of him.

It's August now, and the heat has slowly dissipated.

On the riverside, you can still feel a slight chill.

Zhao Wanqin pushed Zhan Yunting to sit down in a certain position, and she naturally sat next to him.

Probably feeling her movement, Zhan Yunting subconsciously slid the wheelchair away.

Zhao Wanqin held down his hand that was on the armrest of the wheelchair.

"Brother Yunting, if you hide again, I will sit on your lap directly."

When Zhan Yunting heard her say this, his ears turned red, and he couldn't help but remind him: "Wanqin, you are a girl."

The implication is that you have to be more reserved.

But Zhao Wanqin retorted nonchalantly: "What's wrong with girls? Girls don't have the right to take the initiative? Can't girls be braver?"

Speaking of this, Zhao Wanqin looked at Zhan Yunting with more heartache and determination in his eyes.

"Brother Yunting, if there is a hundred steps between us, I can walk all these hundred steps. And the only thing I hope for is that when I go through everything to come to you , don’t push me away.”

Zhan Yunting lowered his eyes quietly.

Zhao Wanqin didn't know what he was thinking.

But she didn't want to put too much pressure on him, so she quickly changed the subject and said, "This is the place where we first met, do you remember?"

remember.

Of course he remembers.

That day, he came here to take pictures.

At that time, Zhao Wanqin happened to be sitting in a wooden house having a meal with her friends.

Probably sensing his camera, Zhao Wanqin came directly to him.

She also mistook him for a reporter, hooked his shoulder and asked, "How much did my opponent pay you to follow me?"

"Miss, you may have misunderstood, I..." Zhan Yunting was indeed a little funny when she asked him this.

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhao Wanqin.

"You don't need to explain! I just didn't expect...that they would find you, a paparazzi with no tracking experience."

"New to the industry?"

Zhan Yunting shook his head and said with a good temper: "I'm really not a paparazzi. I'm here today..."

"If you are a paparazzi, you will know just by looking at your camera!" After saying that, Zhao Wanqin took the camera from his hand without any explanation.

But after looking through the photos in the camera, Zhao Wanqin really wanted to find a hole in the ground and crawl into it.

All the photos in people’s cameras are serious photos.

And he was indeed not taking pictures of her just now, but the small boat next to the wooden house.

Under his composition, this river gives people a particularly beautiful and quiet feeling.

Faced with her misunderstanding, Zhan Yunting always had a polite and gentlemanly smile on his face.

"Miss, now that you've confirmed it, can you return the camera to me?"

"Give it back to you! Bye!" Zhao Wanqin quickly handed the camera to Zhan Yunting, then turned and left.

However, what she didn't expect was that that wasn't the last time she saw Zhan Yunting.

On the contrary, that was the beginning of her fate with Zhan Yunting.

By coincidence, that night, she saw an exclusive interview with Zhan Yunting in a magazine.

During the interview, he wore a smart suit.

But it doesn't give people a cold and aloof feeling.

On the contrary, she saw the words "Mo Shangren is like jade" and "Young Master is unparalleled in the world" from his body.

Through this interview with him, she learned that he was an internationally renowned photographer.

In addition, he is also the eldest son of the Zhan family and the future heir of the Zhan family.

It can be said that there is a lot of light in him.