Chapter 830 - 830 816 Wedding Photos (2)

Chapter 830: 816, Wedding Photos (2) Chapter 830: 816, Wedding Photos (2) Jian Luo looked at Seventeen laughing heartily and glared at Black Jack angrily, “I think it’s better for you to go back to Y Country by yourself, so I don’t get angry with you.”

Black Jack loved to see him get all ruffled up; he stretched out his strong arm, put it around his shoulder, and because Jian Luo was being mindful of Nineteen in his arms, he didn’t dare to struggle too hard to break free.

“Alright, I was just kidding earlier. I’ll buy you some ice cream later.”

Jian Luo glanced at him and coolly asked, “Just one box?”

“How many boxes do you think is better?” Black Jack watched him amusingly and asked.

“Three boxes,” Jian Luo quickly responded.

One box was almost two days’ worth, so three boxes would allow him to eat for about a week.

“Two boxes?” Black Jack saw through his thoughts in a flash and bargained with him.

When it came to ice cream, Jian Luo was absolutely unwilling to yield. He shook his head firmly, “No, three boxes. Otherwise, I’ll just stay here and not return to Y Country.”

Black Jack conceded defeat and sighed helplessly, “Fine, have it your way.”

Now, Jian Luo was finally satisfied.

He curved his lips, generously saying, “In light of your obedience, I’ll share a bite of my ice cream with you when I eat it.”

Black Jack, “…”

Just one bite, and he had the nerve to act so magnanimous. Besides, he was the one buying the ice cream.

While the two were chatting, Xiya took the opportunity to snap a lot of photos, smiling contentedly at the images in her camera.

Indeed, the most beautiful photos were those taken when one was relaxed and natural.

“Here, you two have a look.”

Xiya walked over to them and handed them the camera.

Black Jack reached out to take it, and Jian Luo leaned in to look as well. When they saw the photos, the two instinctively curled the corners of their mouths in unison.

In the camera, the two of them were holding Seventeen and Nineteen, with their backs to the light, the sun’s golden rays finely sprinkled over them, and a faint halo flickering. The candid shots were all of them laughing and talking; the two men, along with the adorable smiles of the two little treasures, easily exuded a warm feeling.

Jian Luo praised, “Xiya, not bad at all.”

Xiya flicked her hair pridefully, “Naturally. The title of ‘genius’ wasn’t given for nothing.”

“How come my sister and the others still haven’t come down?” Jian Luo glanced at his watch. It was almost half an hour.

Xiya was also puzzled. They were only changing dresses and weren’t putting on makeup. Only Jian Qing would take a little longer to do her hair.

“Maybe Jian is fixing her hair.”

Jian Luo nodded and continued to play with Nineteen.

Upstairs, Quan Jingwu had already changed his clothes and was waiting outside. Seeing that Jian Qing was taking forever to come out, he quickly walked to the Changing Room and knocked on the door.

“Honey!”

Suddenly, the Changing Room door cracked open, and Jian Qing poked out her head, “Xiaojing, I can’t zip this up.”

These fancy dresses — they really can be a hassle.

Quan Jingwu’s lips curved slightly, he pushed the door open a tad more and stepped in, then closed the door again behind him.

The Changing Room wasn’t large, but it was big enough for two people. Under the soft light, the woman’s figure-hugging evening gown caught his eye, her deep purple eyes glinting with a starry light.

The wine-red strappy dress traced her exquisite body. Her freshly styled curly hair casually draped over her shoulders, her gaze was like water, her make-up-free face delicate and beautiful, captivating one’s attention.

Meeting the man’s profound gaze, Jian Qing’s cheeks flushed a light red, urging, “Hurry up and pull up the zipper for me.”

With that, she turned around, her fair hands tightly clutching the half-pulled zipper at her back, which had gotten stuck in the gown’s red netting.

Quan Jingwu stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her from behind and burying his head in the crook of her neck, his cool lips brushing against her neck almost imperceptibly.

Jian Qing reflexively shrank her neck, feeling a tickle.

“Xiaojing, what are you doing?”

Quan Jingwu lifted his head, pressing a kiss to her cheek, his voice deep, “Good girl, you look beautiful!”

So beautiful that he didn’t want anyone else to see her beauty, like he could hide her away, allowing only himself to admire her.

Every wife loves to hear sweet nothings from her husband, and Jian Qing was no exception. She curled her lips into a smile, “Hurry up and get the zipper fixed; don’t delay the shooting. Seventeen and Nineteen might get hungry later.”

“What’s the rush, Jian Luo and the others are there.” Quan Jingwu took her hand, making her turn towards him. Jian Qing, caught off guard, released her grip on the zipper, causing one of the straps on her left shoulder to slide down.

“Ah…”

Seizing the opportunity, Quan Jingwu bent his head and sealed her lips with a kiss. Jian Qing pushed against him, her voice muffled, “Someone will notice if we keep this up.”

Having spent so long in the Changing Room, even the slowest people outside would start to suspect something was amiss.

“Let them notice.”

After dawdling in the Changing Room for quite some time, Quan Jingwu finally let her go and fixed the zipper, leading her out.

In the spacious second floor, the dresses delivered by Jian Luo came in various styles, each captivating the eyes.

“CEO Quan, here are Madam’s shoes.” A staff member approached with a gift box, unable to hide their astonishment at seeing Jian Qing and Quan Jingwu post outfit change.

Quan Jingwu reached out to take them, placing them on the sofa, then helped Jian Qing sit down. He knelt and held her delicate foot, sliding the high-heel onto her.

The onlooking staff were stunned by this scene.

Could this really be the same famously cold and ruthless Jingwu?

He seemed more like the model of a doting husband, performing his twenty-four acts of filial piety.

Handsome, wealthy, and loving towards his wife, oh, how unfair that the heavens didn’t bless them with such boyfriends.

“You two are taking your sweet time, aren’t you? Still not changed after all this while?” Xiya’s voice echoed up even before she appeared on the stairs.

The slightly disordered footsteps made it clear she wasn’t alone in coming up.

As Xiya stepped onto the last stair, she noticed the staff’s frozen expressions and followed their gaze, understandingly smiling when she saw the couple by the sofa.

“Xiya, why are you just standing there?” Jian Luo’s voice came from behind her.

Realizing there were several people behind her, Xiya stepped forward. Jian Luo and Black Jack, each holding a little one, had also arrived.

On the other side, Quan Jingwu had just finished helping Jian Qing with her last shoe.

Seeing their mommy and daddy, the two little treasures started babbling excitedly, their chubby legs visible from their shorts kicking vigorously, brimming with excitement.