Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

This is Wen Liang’s first time taking a couple photo.

Although she knew that Tang Shishi and Yan Huai's marriage was a fake one, she still paid close attention and listened carefully to what Tang Shishi said.

I read some experience posts last night to sharpen my skills, but it was just a drop in the bucket. The guided two-person postures were limited, and the rest still depended on the two of them to express themselves freely.

As a makeup artist, Tang Shishi has seen a lot and has a set of experience on how to be photogenic: "I looked through the photos of the clients of those wedding photography studios on the Internet. Not only are many of the poses stiff, but they are also very common."

She showed Wen Liang some photos.

It's nothing more than the man putting one arm around the woman's waist, or the woman lying on the man's shoulder, etc., and other such intimate postures.

"But I think the older generation would like this. Let's take a few photos to please my parents, and then we can express ourselves freely with the rest."

"it is good."

"I prefer something more natural, with some interaction, like this..."

Tang Shishi showed Wen Liang a few more photos that she liked.

In one of the photos, a boy and a girl are jogging hand in hand on the tree-lined avenue as the sun sets. Their smiles are lively and the atmosphere is warm. It is obvious that the photo was captured in a candid moment.

When the two arrived at the studio, Yan Huai was already waiting at the door of the dressing room, with two assistants standing beside him, each carrying a bag containing spare clothes and location supplies.

One can tell at a glance that Yan Huai's hairstyle has been carefully and meticulously groomed.

He was wearing a neatly fitted black suit, with a tall and well-proportioned figure, standing lazily against the wall.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up, his gaze paused on Tang Shishi, then nodded to Wen Liang.

Wen Liang also nodded at him as a greeting.

Tang Shishi looked at Yan Huai for a few times, then walked forward silently, raised her hand to pinch the end of his hair, and whispered, "Hard."

Yan Huai murmured “hmm”, “Sprayed with hairspray.”

It was obvious that his outfit was specially put together.

Tang Shishi raised her eyebrows, and suddenly found that his glasses had no lenses. Then she realized that he had changed to a more exquisite frame, hanging alone on the bridge of his nose. She gave him a teasing look, "Are you wearing contact lenses?"

"Ah."

Yan Huai pushed the frame on his nose and said, "The lenses will reflect light."

Wen Liang saw the interaction between the two, cleared his throat, and said, "Tang, take your clothes, let's go to the fitting room first."

"Ah."

Tang Shishi took the special bag containing the wedding dress from her assistant, went to the fitting room with Wen Liang to change into the wedding dress, then went to the dressing room to touch up her makeup and style herself before starting the official shooting.

The first thing to shoot is a solid color background.

Wen Liang asked them to stand together and take two photos, then adjusted the camera and fill light, and said, "Okay, um... Yan Huai, get closer to Tangtang, put your right hand on her waist, yes, smile, look at the camera..."

After taking the photo, I saw that it is beautiful, but indeed a bit stiff and rigid.

"You two are facing each other. Yan Huai, go and kiss Tangtang's forehead. Be more natural with your hands. Tangtang, put your hands on Yan Huai's shoulders... raise your head slightly, and say..."

Tang Shishi and the other person turned around obediently and posed as Wen Liang said.

Yan Huai's lips gently brushed across the skin of Tang Shishi's forehead, bringing a warm and soft touch.

The two of them were so close that Tang Shishi could even vaguely hear his heartbeat, thump, thump, thump, strong and powerful.

They are taking wedding photos.

She is Tang Shishi, and her first love Yan Huai.

After taking some traditional poses, Tang Shishi suggested changing her clothes.

The reason is simple. Even if some movements are natural, wearing an exquisite and heavily crafted wedding dress will break that naturalness and add a sense of heaviness.

After changing her clothes, Tang Shishi changed into a lighter look.

She glanced at Yan Huai and said, "Take off your coat."

Yan Huai obediently took off his suit jacket and handed it to his assistant.

"And a tie, unbutton your collar, and roll up your sleeves."

Yan Huai did as he was told.

"You do this... this hand like this, yes, keep it still."

After Tang Shishi gave Yan Huai some instructions, she took a step back, made a funny pose, and looked at the camera with a smile.

Wen Liang quickly took a picture.

The camera captured the faint smile on Yan Huai's face, his eyes filled with helplessness and doting.

The picture is so harmonious.

It was as if they were just any ordinary couple.

"Okay." Wen Liang said.

After lunch, the group went out to shoot the scene.

After finishing the filming in the evening, the three of them had dinner together, and Yan Huai personally sent them home.

After returning home, Wen Liang imported the photos into the computer, sat next to Tang Shishi on the sofa, and looked through the photos together.

Tang Shishi looked at them and said with a smile, "It's over, it's over, Aliang, how come you are so good at taking pictures? I think these are all beautiful, but you only let me choose 30. What should I do if I can't choose?"

"The picture is beautiful and harmonious, isn't it?"

"Yeah." Tang Shishi nodded.

"This is your wedding photo with Yan Huai."

Tang Shishi turned her head and looked at Wen Liang, "Hmm?"

"Tang Xiaoshi, what was your original intention in agreeing to get married and taking wedding photos? It was to deal with your parents and make them think that you and Yan Huai were really together."

Tang Shishi thought about it carefully and said, "Yes."

She now seemed to have forgotten the original intention of taking wedding photos, and really chose them as if they were her and Yan Huai's wedding photos.

She was too immersed in the role.

They haven't even had their wedding yet, but she's already like this. It's conceivable that after the wedding, it won't be long before Yan Huai takes her down.

He was very skillful and always led her into trouble without her noticing.

Tang Shishi thought it over and said, "I understand. I will try to see Yan Huai as little as possible before the wedding."

"That's not what I meant. I just hope that even if you reconcile with Yan Huai, it will be the result of careful consideration, not as muddled as it is now."

"I see."

……

After leaving the police station, Lin Jiamin sat upright in the back seat of the car.

A few minutes later, the assistant came over quickly, opened the passenger door and got in the car. "Madam, I found out that the girl who was pressed by the police was Xie Zhen's niece. She had some grudges with Miss Wen and Miss Tang, so she hired someone to kidnap Miss Tang, but she was discovered."

After the assistant finished speaking, he hadn't heard Lin Jiamin's voice for a long time. He looked up at her and saw that she had her eyes downcast with a dazed look on her face.

The assistant knew her relationship with Wen Liang and thought she was worried about Wen Liang, so she explained: "Don't worry, Madam, Miss Wen is fine."

Lin Jiamin raised her eyes and asked, "You just said that girl is Xie Zhen's niece?"

The assistant was stunned and nodded, not knowing why she asked about another person.

"Is she his biological niece?" Lin Jiamin asked.

The Xie family is wealthy and powerful. In addition to a younger sister, Xie Zhen also has several cousins, some of whom are in China and some are abroad.

"I'm not sure about that," the assistant said, "but I did hear someone mention that the girl is of foreign descent and her name is Elijah Wilson."

As he spoke, he secretly complained in his heart that this Miss Wilson seemed to have inherited more from her mother. From her appearance, she didn't look mixed-race at all, and looked completely like a yellow person.