"Ah, it's freezing to death. It's so cold. Husband, give me a hug."

After vowing to put on her wedding dress in the shed and come out, Song Yi instantly became frightened. Even if she put her coat on outside, she couldn't keep much warmth.

The wedding dress is so thin.

What's more, it's windy up there.

Holding his wife in his arms, Qi Yuncheng became more protective, but he had to complain, "Who just said that even if a typhoon comes, you have to take pictures?"

"Summer is the peak season for typhoons."

Hiding in her husband's arms, Song Yi spoke aggrievedly.

"Hey, keep at it, otherwise it will be too late if you waste time anymore. I will protect you from the wind."

After taking a look at the preparing team, Qi Yuncheng could only ask his wife to persist. Although she was distressed and panicked, she had no choice but to ask her to choose the Great Wall.

Any grassland is much better than here.

"Okay, okay."

After agreeing, the two continued to take the next outdoor wedding photos.

The style of the Great Wall is simple, thick and continuous. At first glance, it does not look like a place for taking pictures, but it matches the wedding photos of the couple very well, creating a contrast between the old and the new.

After taking photos for an hour or two.

A group of people moved to the next location, and upon arrival they found that the situation was still not very good.

Because it is a grassland by the river, the scenery must be very beautiful. Large expanses of fresh grass and trees impact their field of vision. But where there is flowing water, there is flowing wind. Song Yi is almost helpless. Fortunately, the wind is not too strong here.

Big.

The wedding dress looks beautiful when the wind blows slightly.

But the price of beauty is coldness.

I was busy until five or six o'clock, when the wedding photos were completely finished. A group of people went back to the photography studio to discuss other matters. After the discussion, they called the mistress and then went home for dinner.

When we went back, the sky was getting dark, but Song Yi was almost freezing today.

"Is it fun today?"

After eating a hot hot pot, Qi Yuncheng made a funny sound in the driver's seat.

"It's not fun at all. I thought taking wedding photos was very romantic, but now it's all cold."

"There will definitely be a big difference between imagination and reality. If you look at the beautiful wedding photos taken by others, you may have suffered a lot."

"That's true." Song Yi was sitting in the car as if he had seen through life, "We all yearn to get married, but the daily necessities after marriage are ordinary and realistic.

The only romance may be to be with the person you like.

But... you have to leave again tomorrow."

"Don't you also have performance arrangements at your own art company?"

"Hey! I'm busy, I'm all busy, it's better to be busy!"

After sighing, Song Yi looked out the window and said nothing. Qi Yuncheng didn't speak either. It seemed that she had been chilled out today.

Not much time.

When the two of them arrived at their home in Sihuan, it was certainly not a small home, especially for the young couple.

And they usually have nothing to do when they get home. At the same time, Qi Yuncheng rarely steals half a day of leisure. You must know that when he is on tour, he is either performing, on the road, or eating and drinking with so and so.

It is definitely not as stable as being with his wife. Even if they are hugging each other and watching TV, they are very comfortable. By the way, Song Yi also bought a lot of food he brought from other cities.

I don’t know how much I can eat.

But the more comfortable the time is, the faster it passes.

It was only seven o'clock when we got home, but the two of us nestled together and it was already past eleven o'clock.

I have to go to bed as soon as the time comes. I have to fly to the next city where Master and Uncle will perform at noon tomorrow, and I have to perform immediately the night after that.

"Husband, I want to discuss something with you."

At this moment, Song Yi had already finished taking a shower and changed into beautiful pajamas.

"What?" Qi Yuncheng answered while lying on his sleeping place and reading a book.

"I want to sleep on your arm tonight, but my pillow is uncomfortable."

Qi Yuncheng looked to the side and patted her soft pillow, "You're not feeling well yet? Who slept so soundly this morning? I'd probably be numb to death if I slept on your pillow all night."

"Then I will sleep with you in my arms."

"Well, you look like an octopus every day anyway."

"Hey!"

Song Yi still knew more or less what she was sleeping with, but it didn't matter if her husband was tolerant. Her parents were not here, let alone herself. Without saying a word, she got into the bed, and immediately locked her husband's body with her hands, not thinking about it.

Leave.

"Compared with you, Big White Bear, you are better. The bed gets hot after a while, but I feel cold when I sleep on my own."

"I'm just competing with a stuffed animal, right?"

"Okay, okay, go to bed and stop reading."

As soon as the lights were turned off, Qi Yuncheng had no choice but to put down his book, sank into bed, and held his wife's waist tightly in his arms.

Every time I hug you, it feels overwhelming.

I can’t help it, my wife’s figure must be good.

And she stuck close to him.

After sleeping all night, Qi Yuncheng was speechless when he opened his eyes when the sun appeared the next day. The good guy really hugged him all night, and the key was to hug him so hard that he couldn't even think about it, for fear of waking her up.

So he could only stay in bed for a while, but Qi Yuncheng couldn't get up as he watched the time, so he raised his hand and untied the octopus first.

After untying it, I could stay for one more morning, and then I was taken to the airport and rushed to the city.

Song Yi did have something to do. He made an appointment with his wife to go shopping together in the afternoon. When he bought something with his wife, she would go over and ask the waiter just by looking at him.

So sometimes Qi Yuncheng doesn't dare to look more at them, for fear of buying them all.

This is good, because now the teacher’s wife has not bought a lot of bags, but after the students from the Chuanxi Club come over for internship, a rich second generation will take the teacher’s wife to buy them.

By then it will be even more out of control.

Anyway, there are a lot of interesting things in Deyun.

Qi Yuncheng was still on the plane in the afternoon, and the ride lasted longer this time. The time to get off the plane was four o'clock.

After arriving, I rushed straight to the hotel where Master and Uncle were staying.

The city they are touring in now is Fog City.

The venue is the Great Hall of the People in Fog City.

"How's it going? Is it going well when you go back to take wedding photos? You're in a hurry."

After dinner, in a nanny car going to the venue, Guo Degang was curious. Not only him, but also his uncle, none of them had seen his daughter's wedding photos.

But it definitely hasn’t been processed yet. It will take a long time to process it and do post-production.

However, Qi Yuncheng must have kept the photos in his mobile phone, so he quickly pulled them out and showed them to the two of them.

"I saved a few pictures first, both interior and exterior."

"Really? Let's see."

After taking the phone, Guo Degang saw that his daughter looked really beautiful in her wedding dress.

Yu Qian also nodded and praised, "I thought you two were a perfect match when I first saw them. When we took the wedding photos, my eyes really lit up."

"My wife helped a lot, but the filming was troublesome, especially when she was choosing the location and she was blown away by the wind and felt cold all the time.

Fortunately, the filming is finished.

But when I come back after filming, I feel hopeless."

"Really?" Guo Degang was amused at imagining the scene, "My daughter is so cute, especially when it comes to cooking. Hey... every time I see you as a couple, I feel that you two deserve to be together.

That wedding? Did your mistress arrange it?"

Qi Yuncheng nodded, looking a little helpless, "There are too many performances, and there is no time left."

"That's fine, your mistress will take care of it, and my daughter will make the decision together, so you can just perform with peace of mind.

If you can go to a Spring Festival Gala in the next year or two, you have to bite the bullet and accept it, because your exposure to the small screen is not enough.

It’s all popular online. But the Spring Festival Gala cross talk is hard to say.”

Qi Yuncheng didn't speak, but kept laughing. During the previous tour press conference, Master even failed to perform at the Spring Festival Gala, and the response was indeed not very good.

But it can be regarded as adding some more heat to Deyun.

Just thinking about the fire, my smile faded, and I subconsciously thought that when the master and the uncle had a fight, they didn't go home a few times throughout the year. Even after Aunt Bai became pregnant with Siyang, the uncle took over the job and left, so he couldn't go back to take care of her.
To be continued...