"Did you bring the equipnt?"
Huo Jinnan interrupted his words.
Jian Jun patted the bulging bag at his waist, "Right here."
Huo Jinnan opened the rear door of the car, "Get in."
"Why not shoot at my studio to help boost my popularity?" Jian Jun looked at Huo Jinnan, having coveted his master’s figure for a long ti but not daring to broach the subject.
"Don’t be ridiculous."
Huo Jinnan tossed out two words, got into the driver’s seat, and drove back to Nanyuan Villa.
Jian Jun, thinking they were going to shoot by Silver Lake nearby, said, "Master, you have reflectors and such here, right? I’ll go fetch them."
"We’ll shoot in my bedroom."
Jian Jun froze, not outdoor shooting? Going to the bedroom? Was it going to be bedroom or more risqué shots?
Huo Jinnan’s brows knitted together, "What’s on your mind?"
As he spoke, he grabbed Che Huan’s wrist and walked into South Garden.
Jian Jun followed them into the living room, still not having snapped out of it, when he heard Huo Jinnan’s voice, "Take one here, start with the lighting."
Looking again, the two had already gone upstairs, disappearing from sight.
So they just left him in the living room?
Never would have thought that the perpetual virgin of the troop would beco such a dog in love! He better not be hitting the bedroom for a quick one, or he’d be standing here getting leg cramps!
Thinking back to their years in the military, when Qin Shaoling frequently threw olive branches at his master, with rumors of their scandal spreading throughout the military region, yet the master remained unmoved, even leading so to privately speculate the master was incapable...
Lost in wild thoughts, he saw Huo Jinnan reappear, with Che Huan in tow wearing a blue fishtail dress with water patterns. The two of them, one in front of the other, holding hands, walking down the stairs, were like figures stepping out of a dieval painting!
In that instant, he grabbed his cara and snapped a picture with a "click".
A series of continuous shots later, he brought the cara up to his eye, pressed a button, and reviewed them—they were absolutely stunning!
However, looking at them, sothing seed off. Why was it always the wife looking at the master?
Huo Jinnan glanced over, "Is it good enough?"
Jian Jun examined the photos from every angle, and though it was always the wife looking at the master, he couldn’t find a single flaw no matter how hard he looked.
"It’s good enough."
Watching the two go upstairs, he followed.
Upon entering the bedroom, Huo Jinnan stood at the door, pushing Che Huan against it.
Jian Jun watched the scene, swallowed dryly, and quietly continued shooting.
After capturing that move, Huo Jinnan led Che Huan’s hand to the balcony, twisted her wrist in his grasp, hugged her from behind, his hands resting on her waist, clasping tight at her lower abdon.
Jian Jun kept shooting until he fell silent!
As a photographer, it was the first ti he had done a full shoot without any direction on movent.
Dammit, who was it that said the master was all talk and no action? He really wanted to chop that person up! The scenes from just now clearly seed to mock him for not having a woman!
Huo Jinnan straightened up, "That’s enough."
Just three moves? Had he only taken a few photos?
Jian Jun felt thirsty, "Master, do you still have your military uniform? How about we do another set?
"In this lifeti, I will not wear a military uniform again."
Huo Jinnan took off his black suit and threw it on the bed.
Jian Jun tactfully stayed silent. "I’ll get them washed and bring them to you, may I use a few for my studio then?"
"I’ll wash them myself." Huo Jinnan removed his tie and loosened the buttons of his shirt.
"..."
Jian Jun internally cried out a few tis, for sure, if he could take his own wedding photos, he believed the master would absolutely not have called him.
Huo Jinnan walked over, took Jian Jun’s cara, and pulled out the film, "Do you have too much free ti?"
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