Chapter 3715: Take a photo first, then press the handprint

Gong Qing is being comforted by Song Song's relatives, so I don't have any mood to answer the phone.
He rolled his eyes: "Hang up!"
Adjutant Lu: "..."
Song Song: "..."
Everyone present: "..."
Everyone has the same idea at this moment-our chief is really awesome, there is a beauty in his arms, even the President's phone call is not caring.
"Hurry up and tell Lao Tzu, why is there only your ring, not mine?" Gong Qing returned to the little boy who was expecting candy, and finally waited for the candy. As a result, he was greedy with only others eating.
Song Song gave a chuckle, took his big hand, and pinched his fingers: "Isn't this?"
I saw Gong Qing's ring finger on his left hand. I don't know when, there was an extra hand-painted "ring" that was the same as Song Song's hand!
Gong Qing raised his eyebrows in surprise: "For me?"
On the ring, it is still not diamonds, but the Princess cruise ship, noodle bowls, camp beds...
Wait, the Princess cruise ship?
How does a stupid woman know that she has been to the Princess?
Gong Qing suddenly stared at Adjutant Lu with a vigilant look.
The murderous look in his eyes made the adjutant Lu almost unable to resist.
In order not to be killed by the chief's eyes, he said under heavy pressure: "The chief, madam, this is a commemoration. She drew the first book on the Princess cruise ship. The hero of that book is you. ..."
Gong Qing thought for a while, this explanation barely made sense.
Hmph, on the day of rejoicing, don't worry about this little kid.
His eyes focused on Song Song again: "When did I wear the ring, I don't know?"
Song Song Jiao smiled, pursing his lips silently.
Gong Qing stared at the lovely pair of cherry red lips, and suddenly remembered that when he was kissed by Song Meng, his fingertips were so refreshing.
So it was at that time...
While kissing him, she quickly drew him a ring with a thin paintbrush!
Humph, this stupid woman dared to be half-hearted when kissing him.
Make another note in the small book, and settle accounts with her tonight in the night of the bridal chamber.
Song Song saw that Gong Qing was the only one in her gaze, and didn't pay attention to the other people in the room. His heart was slightly sweet, and he was a little embarrassed.
"Brother... everyone is waiting."
Only then did Gong Qing come back to his senses, a pair of deep eyes, full of deep meaning: "So anxious to marry me?"
Song Song sighed embarrassedly: "Brother! Making fun of others again!"
He laughed loudly, his powerful arm grabbed her slender little hand: "Go, hold the ceremony!"
Pulling her to the desk, I saw a pair of delicate red books, which had been quietly spread out on the table, waiting for a long time.
"Take a photo first, then press the handprint." Gong Qing has already remembered the process thoroughly. Before the Civil Affairs Bureau official announced, he couldn't wait to explain to Song Song himself.
Song Song nodded, and according to what he said, stood still, snuggled beside him, and smiled at the camera.
"Crack—" The shutter snapped.
Gong Qing suddenly yelled, "No, start over!"
The photographer was so scared that he shuddered. He thought that Lord Chief would say, no, you are going to die.
According to the head's violent temper just now, it is entirely possible to say that, but since the wife's return, the head seems to have become more temperamental.
However, isn't the chief in the most anxious to get married? Why waste time and start again?
Everyone was very curious, didn't dare to talk nonsense, and looked quietly.