o with our two security guards."Even a trip out would eventually involve payment, and if these people took her to the police station, and notified Lin Zhigan... Just thinking about the possibility mad...On the seaside, a bridge made of fresh roses and rosebuds has been artificially built. Layer upon layer of roses and rosebuds cluster together, making an ordinary bridge incredibly beautiful.

The bridge was built on two giant rocks, beneath which lay the azure sea, with white waves rolling.

Old Master Fu had been waiting not far away, seated comfortably in a reclining chair. Zhang Bo was attending to him, grinning as he watched the handsome couple, Fu Mo-han and Lin Jin-ran, pose for the photographer on the bridge. At the photographer's request, they were standing close together, looking affectionate.

The wedding photographer, holding his DSLR, looked at them with great exasperation. "Sir and Madam, please smile."

Wedding photography should be joyous, but these two people in front of him didn't smile at all throughout the shoot. How could he possibly take a good picture

Lin Jinran obeyed the photographer's instructions, her cherry lips slightly curving upwards.

The photographer gave her a thumbs-up and then looked at Fu Mo'han, whose face was as dark as ink. "Young Master," he said with a headache.

Fu Mo's cold eyes swept over him, and the photographer suddenly felt like his whole body was submerged in icy seawater. Forget it, he wouldn't smile.

He didn't shoot straight on, he shot side view, doesn't that work!

"Young master, young madam, you face each other, and your noses touch." The photographer changed the pose abruptly. This way, even if they didn't smile, who would notice

In her wedding dress, Lin Jinran standing beside Fu Mo寒 was already stiff. Hearing the photographer ask them to make such an intimate gesture, her little face involuntarily flushed red.

She hesitated, wondering if she should ask the photographer to change poses. But Fu Mochen had already turned his head and lowered it.

Lin Jinran felt the man's palm press against the back of her head, pushing her forward. Her nose touched Fu Mo寒's.

She almost instinctively wanted to tilt her head back, but a hand clamped down on the back of her skull, pinning her in place. The man spoke, his voice cold and hard, “Don’t move!”

The breath sprayed onto her cheeks and cherry lips, making Lin Jinran's face even redder.

She hastily closed her eyes, afraid to look into Fu Mo'han's pupils that were so close to hers.

The photographer kindly reminded her, "Missus, you need to open your eyes and look at Master. And Master, please don't put your hand on Missus's head, hold her waist instead. Missus should also hold Master's."

"I'm so tired," the photographer mumbled to himself.

Lin Jinran had to grit her teeth and open her eyes. She nervously looked into Fu Mo寒's dark eyes, pursed her cherry lips, and her heart pounded like a drum.

The two people's current posture is very ambiguous, just a little bit away, they could kiss each other.

Their eyes met, reflecting each other's images. Lin Jinran stared straight at the man's deep black eyes, as if they were whirlpools, pulling her in.

Between breaths, the man's scent invaded her lungs recklessly, wandering in her heart.

Her heart pounded uncontrollably, the only sound besides the waves crashing against the rocks.

"Are you done" With a man's cold breath, he sprayed on her cherry lips. The frigid and handsome face that was so close suddenly pulled away.

On the tip of her nose, there lingered the warmth of his body just moments ago, now scattered by the sea breeze.

Just now, she lost her mind, her eyes glazed over with infatuation.Chapter 1900: Anti-Fraud Starting with Children