Song Xi and Chen Chen have a hot chat in the private room. The only obstacle to their long conversation is the two men next door. They are very worried that their husband will embarrass each other. So they almost get up and go to the next room. Unexpectedly, the door is pushed open, and the atmosphere in the room is completely out of embarrassment. Dou Chao and George Sheng are sitting together and watching, talking and laughing.
Hearing the sound, they turned their heads at the same time. Dou Chao took the lead in asking, "is it over so soon?"
Chen Chen answers. After Song Xi comes near, he sees George Sheng holding a cell phone. On the phone is a picture of a lovely little girl. He says, "super brother and daughter."
After a while, Dou Chao is definitely not an ordinary person.
Song Xi took the phone and said with a smile, "it's lovely."
"You'll have it soon," Chen said
Dou Chao hugs Chen Chen and says in a low voice: "I just asked Zhisheng for a soup recipe."
Chen Chen asked: "what soup spectrum?"
"It's said that I can hold two at a time," Dou said
Chen Chen is speechless, know to let him come out certainly chat not good words.
On the same day, the four had dinner together, and they also decided on the shooting schedule and location. Looking at the weather, there will be a moderate snow in the city in the next three days. Chen Chen said, "take a good rest these days, and leave the rest to us."
Song Xi picked up the cup and said with a smile, "I'll take water instead of wine. Thank you, elder sister Chen Chen and elder brother Chao, for coming to the night city in person."
Chen Chen picked up the cup and said, "you're welcome. I hope you'll be satisfied with the photos."
Dou Chao said: "you don't have to thank me any more. I'm an entourage. I look after her, no matter what."
George Sheng said: "in a few days, the family will celebrate the baby in advance and invite some relatives and close friends. If you are free, you can come and have fun together."
Dou Chao open way: "my wife may not be free, even if she does not have time, I will come, after all, is two baby, must take part in a lively."
Song Xi is pregnant. He wanted to keep a low profile, but some things can't be concealed. These days, whether the Qiao family's relatives or Ren Lina's relatives should come and call, it seems that everyone knows. In this case, there's no need for the Qiao family to hide. It's like what's going on. If it's not for song Yuanqing's inability to get out of prison at the moment, George Sheng simply held the wedding, but now he can only make it public that Song Xi is Qiao's daughter-in-law in the name of celebrating for the baby.
Song Xi is clear about Georges Sheng's idea. In the past, there were reasons and difficulties for not making it public. Now, it's not the best time to make it public. Instead, he doesn't want her to suffer any more grievances. At the same time, he shows the world that the Qiao family is on the side of the Song family. Anyone who wants to move the Song family should weigh the consequences.
The more Song Xi thinks about Georges Sheng, the more distressed he is. He wants to pay her everything.
Before the banquet, Song Xi and George Sheng took wedding photos first. This group of photos was two years late, and they both had children, so they thought of taking photos. The reason is that it's inconvenient for outsiders to ask, and Song Xi doesn't care, either early or late, the result is the most important.
Chen Chen personally supervised and transferred DC's gold team from Binhai. When the team knew where to get the scenic spots, they said it was impossible, because the scenic spots were located in the night city and at the foot of the Imperial City, so they went to the palace.
It's not difficult to take a picture in the palace. The difficult thing is to make the palace open to them alone for only six hours. It's also the face of the whole world. There are more than 50 people in the team, most of whom are outsiders. They whisper to each other in private, "I see so few people in the palace for the first time."
"Don't talk about you. Xiao Zhang is local in Yecheng. He said that he would see you for a long time."
"Who are we going to take wedding photos for? The boss is not willing to elaborate
"There are rich families all over the night city, but I can't imagine this battle."
On the other hand, Song Xi has already changed her wedding dress. She is red and has a long tail. She is simple but generous. She is less than two months pregnant. She should be fine and plump. It can be seen that women of all ages around her are admiring and praising her.
George Sheng came out of the next room with black shoes, black trousers, black shirt and suit. He didn't put anything on his face, just had his hair cut. He was so handsome.
Even if the golden team is used to meeting the stars in the entertainment industry, they can't help staring at them.
George Sheng is in a good mood, otherwise who dares to stare at him? At this time, Song Xi was the only one in his eyes. He knew she was good-looking, but the way she put on her wedding dress still surprised him.
He walked behind her. She was still short of the last bit of make-up and hair. She laughed at him in the mirror. The photographer not far away was itching and began to take pictures. Every picture was beautiful without any refinement. It turned out that someone was as delicate as a painting.
Song Xi's hair is ready. Someone helps her carry her wedding dress. She stands up. Chen Chen comes with a piece of fur and asks her to put it on. After all, Song Xi is pregnant. It's twenty degrees below zero outside, but she can't catch cold.
Fortunately, Chen Chen's aesthetic and collocation are very reassuring. Song Xi wears warm clothes and goes out hand in hand with Georges Sheng. It's snowing outside. Looking around, there's such a large space in the palace, because no one has stepped on it. It's pure white.
The background is red walls, yellow tiles and overwhelming white, so Song Xi wears a red wedding dress, while George Sheng wears a black suit. Originally, the time was urgent. Song Xi thought Chen Chen would rush to take photos, but Chen Chen just let them stroll around.
This kind of scenery is more than ten times more beautiful than Song Xi's imagination, especially the sound of silence, with only the sound of wind and snow blowing in his ear. Even if it's not to take wedding photos, it's good to walk like this.
George Sheng takes Song Xi by the hand, and they walk forward slowly. It seems that the snow doesn't fall much, but before long, his shoulder turns white, and black and white collide into a strange harmony.
In two people carrying wedding dress to go upstairs, behind suddenly came a voice: "here."
Song Xi stops and turns around first. George Sheng holds Song Xi and turns around slowly.
Under the steps, the photographers and the team are following. When they encounter beautiful pictures, they immediately rush to shoot them. Song Xi stands on the top of his head and makes up for the daily life of the ancient emperors and queens. It's hard to avoid hitting the middle of the smile and arousing the corners of his lips. With her smile, the photographer below can't press the shutter and feels that the peak of photography is coming.
George Sheng, who doesn't like to take photos and other people staring at him, now takes back his eyes and only focuses on Song Xi. When snow falls on her head, he raises his hand to help her wipe it off.
After a group of photos were taken, the two continued to walk forward. Song Xi said as he walked along: "we all grew up in the night city. We have deep feelings for this land. If you let me go to Switzerland, Japan or Canada, I think the snow there is not as white as my home."
George Sheng helped her pull one side of the wedding dress. After a few seconds, he said softly, "do you know where we will go if we keep walking?"
Song Xi takes a serious look, then gets lost, so the palace is too big.
"I don't know." She answered honestly.
"It's going to be white," Georgeson said
If you walk hand in hand all the way in snowy weather, you will get to Baitou.
Song Xi knew later and couldn't help laughing, "who did you learn from?"
Georges Sheng eyes ahead, lips slightly invisible gently up, "happy, self-taught."