Chapter 267: Acacia

The shooting continued until one o'clock in the morning.
The last set of photos shows the two in their pajamas.
In the bedroom, the light is dim and warm.
Mu Zi was riding on Murong Cheng, her head covered in thick black hair, and her rose-purple silk pajamas made her skin white and jade. She smiled at the corners of her mouth, her lips were red and tender, her temperament was icy, but she was warm indoors. The light is charming and enchanting.
Murong Cheng was fascinated by her and stared at her madly.
Murong Cheng didn't recover until the photographer said "OK".
Mu Zi was stared at by his scorching eyes, feeling embarrassed, and there was a burst of enthusiasm on his face. She finally couldn't bear it, she turned her face away and wanted to get up, but his waist was tightly held by him, unable to move.
Wang Zhan was the most interested, and immediately sent the crew out.
When the door was closed, Murong Cheng turned over and pressed Mu Zi, rubbed it into his arms and kissed hard.
Her lips are like petals, soft and tender with sweetness, her skin is soft and greasy, smoother and softer than the silk pajamas on her body, Murong Cheng is indulged in it, as if she was drunk in a dream she had woven.
When he didn't get her, he would actually be confused, wondering if he was worth it for a woman?
Now that he got it, Murong Cheng is grateful for his choice.
It's all worth it.
The baby in her arms is exceptionally gentle tonight, her body is weak and boneless, soft and tender, without a trace of struggle.
Murong Cheng sensed something was wrong, raised his upper body to look at Mu Zi, couldn't help laughing.
Mu Zi fell asleep.
After taking pictures for several hours, she was exhausted and sleepy.
Murong Cheng got up and went to the bathroom to receive a basin of hot water, used a hot wet towel to help her wipe off the thin foundation on her face, and then fell asleep with her arms around her.
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At five o'clock in the morning, the photos had been developed and mounted and delivered to the villa by Wang Zhan himself.
The electronic version of the photo was also sent to Murong Cheng's private mailbox.
"Little lazy pig, get up." Murong Cheng kissed Mu Zi's lips and asked her to get up.
Mu Zi let out a hum, turned over and continued to sleep.
Murong Cheng squeezed her little face again, and coaxed: "Hey, this is too far from school. You have to leave early and go to the car to sleep."
"Murongcheng, don't make a noise..." Mu Zi frowned and retracted into the quilt, her voice vague.
Murong Cheng waited for a while by the bed, and saw that Mu Zi was still awake, and reached into the bed to help her change clothes.
When wearing underwear, Murong Cheng's hands were very dishonest. Mu Zi was finally awakened and sat up from the bed with a grunt, "I wear it myself!"
Then get up, wash, and eat breakfast.
Time is too rush, the two had their breakfast in the car.
Murong Cheng fiddled with Mu Zi's mobile phone. He saved the photos he took last night into her mobile phone.
Mu Zi took the phone back and flipped it curiously.
The two in the photo seem to have known each other since they were in middle school.
I have to say that the strength of the team Murong Cheng invited is amazing. The photos have no PS traces, just like on-site shooting. There are both the greenness of first love and the sweetness of marriage. Every photo reveals continuous affection.
Mu Zi remembered that at that time, she just tried to follow the instructions of the photographers and poses and expressions. She couldn't imagine the effect of the shot was so natural and so...real.
It was so real that she felt panicked.
It seems that she and Murong Cheng have known each other in the first half of their lives, studying together, graduating together, and forming a family together...
Mu Zi felt furry in her heart and couldn't help asking him, "What are you doing with these photos?"
Murong Cheng smiled and replied: "This time I've been out for too long, so bring some photos to comfort my love."
"..." Mu Zi felt cold and got goose bumps.