Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Yan Rusheng walked to the door unhindered all the way, and suddenly an old man about 60 years old came in from the door and stopped in front of him.

"Sir, these photos are cultural relics in our town, you can't take them away."

The old man smiled and said politely.

"I haven't accused you of infringing the right to portrait, even if you are lucky." Yan Rusheng looked back at the old man with a cold face, picked up the box, and planned to bypass the old man.

The old man moved and continued to stop him. "Oh? How?"

Yan Rusheng pointed at the little girl in the photo, "This girl in the photo is my wife."

It's my wife.

After saying this, he only realized afterwards that his heart throbbed, and he was inexplicably proud.

He used to say ‘my wife, my woman, my wife’.

Most of them are in love now, so they call their girlfriends like this.

However, the wife's title is solemn and formal, as if only appearing in the spouse's column to go out and introduce it to outsiders.

Xu Xu is his wife, Xu Xu is his wife.

Yan Rusheng was meditating silently in his heart.

The old man heard the words, smiled, and said leisurely: "The little girl in the photo has been here a few days ago, she has no opinion, and all my photos have been displayed for so many years, I have never heard of the right to portrait Just say. "

After a pause, he didn't wait to speak like a word, and he turned his head again. "If you want this photo, it's not impossible. Young people don't talk like that."

"Can you give me this picture?" Yan Rusheng hardly hesitated, and really softened his voice.

He wanted this photo, and he didn't want his life to be seen here like a display.

Especially when she was a child, so precious.

"OK." The old man agreed quickly.

But Yan Rusheng knew that he must be in a condition, and kept his lips closed, waiting for his elderly to open the conditions.

"Conditional."

Yan Ruyi had already expected that he raised his eyebrows slightly.

The old man said with a smile, "Let's endorse our shop."

Yan Rusheng's face became cold again immediately, "Sorry, I don't sell faces."

Then he raised his feet and prepared to break out.

The old man held him. "You can't take that photo."

Yan Yu raised his eyebrows coldly, "What if I must?"

Faced with the powerful field of his overbearing president, the old man was very calm, "I just told you the conditions just now, that is to take a few photos and send them online to earn us popularity.

Yan Rusheng's eyebrows trembled, his face getting colder and colder.

All the tourists in the store who came to see the photos stopped looking at the photos, and their eyes were staring at his pursed lips.

Everyone was sweating for the old man.

After all, it's also a matter of minutes to hit a small shop in this town. What kind of wayward things can you do if you have money?

"it is good."

However, Master Yan promised a big-nosed nod. His eyes flashed with annoyance, but the expression on his face remained cold. "I only give you half an hour."

...

It's really just a few photos.

Yan Rusheng wore such a poor-quality suit for the first time, and the rough cloth made him uncomfortable, but it was just that he was uncomfortable wearing it, and it did not affect the appearance at all.

Can't hide his nobility and elegance.

What he couldn't stand was the styling glue on his hair, which made him want to vomit.