After the ancient costume of "Flying Apsaras" was over, Mo Shiyi called the photographer over, "I want to see the photos we just took, can I?"
If it were an ordinary person, of course it wouldn't work, but she was Mrs. Shen, so the handsome photographer still handed over his precious camera obediently.
Before this elegant theme style, she and Shen Muhan had taken several modern themes together. Mo Shiyi pointed to one of the photos, the one in which she was wearing a white T-shirt dress with pink hearts printed on it, and Shen Muhan was wearing a pink suit, and looked up and joked with him, "The photographer clearly asked you to be more expressive, but look at yourself, you are almost as serious as an old man. I don't know why you can still attract so many bees and butterflies?"
The voice of the last sentence gradually faded, and Shen Muhan vaguely heard some of it.
He leaned close to her ear, and his breath sprayed on her sensitive earlobe, "Others are not important, what you feel is the most important."
At this moment, Shen Muhan gave Mo Shiyi only one feeling, one word: flirting.
Mo Shiyi blushed and shrank her neck, "I don't have so many girls like you, who else can I like except you?"
The one who falls in love first will always fail miserably. She knew that he had an ex-girlfriend, but she couldn't dig up the past.
That was his past, and she didn't exist in his past. In order to hide the bitterness and loss in her heart, Mo Shiyi took out her mobile phone and pretended to check the message, but she saw the red battery bar at once, "Oh no, my phone is out of power. I have to go back to the car to get a power bank, otherwise it will be troublesome if I can't contact the people in the studio or the people of Party A."
Shen Muhan stretched out his hand and pressed her shoulder, "It's cold outside, you wait here, I'll get it for you."
Mo Shiyi looked at her clothes that were a little cool even in midsummer, and immediately sat there obediently.
In the cold winter, she couldn't go out like this and catch a cold.
Shen Muhan pulled his collar, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his usually cold eyes. In the past, if anyone had dared to suggest that he wear a dark green coat, or one of his previous light blue, bright red, or even pink suits; even if they had just mentioned it, he would have definitely arranged for that person to go on a business trip to Japan
to have a good talk with that group of naturally rebellious, calculating and difficult businessmen on how to recover those old bad debts.
What can he do...
His wisdom in this life will probably fall into the hands of this little woman, Mo Shiyi...
Not long after Shen Muhan left, a staff member in the photo studio came in with a bouquet of lilies with a smile on his face, and walked straight to Mo Shiyi, "Mrs. Shen, this is a flower someone gave you, please check it." The makeup artist next to him joked, "I didn't expect that the rumored cold and noble Mr. Shen is so romantic. Not only did he come here half a year ago to make an appointment with the top photographer team here to take a pregnancy photo for his wife, but he also prepared ."
Mo Shiyi asked back in confusion, "It was given to me?"
The staff member smiled and nodded and said yes. Mo Shiyi thanked him and took the heavy bouquet, which felt even more strange.
Who would give her a bouquet of lilies at this time? Could it really be Shen Muhan?
But he had already accompanied her to take photos. If he really wanted to give her flowers again, with his personality, he would never ask someone else to do it. Moreover, the color of the flower seemed to convey some ominous meaning…
An assistant who understood the language of flowers murmured in confusion, "The language of white lilies is a happy marriage, so if you want to give them as a gift, you should give perfume lilies or pink lilies. Black lilies are obviously very rare…" The strange fragrance of the flowers kept lingering in Mo Shiyi's nose, and the ominous premonition in her heart became more and more intense. She reached out to take out the white card sandwiched between the black lilies and asked the assistant, "Do you know
what ?"
"It seems to be a hopeless love, representing a curse."
The assistant was right. This was a premeditated curse.
On the white card that was opened, a line of words was printed in black and white: [Mrs. Shen, if it's not yours, you have to return it. ]