Chapter 5
After the photo was taken , Han Yi left the studio without saying a word. Xia Yang slipped into the work area wearing sunglasses and a mask.
“Brother, did you shoot it, “V You 50 “?” He approached the photographer and asked in a low voice.
Taking the excuse of shooting marriage photos of the two of them, he asked the photographer to secretly take a photo of Han Yi.
Once the materials were collected, we could collect the signature.
“It’s taken. Check if it works.” The photographer stuffed the camera into his hand.
Xia Yang swiped the screen and saw two or three single photos of Han Yi that were captured. The man had a straight figure, handsome features, and a cool temperament. Everything was perfect.
Just this wheelchair…
He remembered that Fang Ming had said before that since Han Yi had a car accident half a year ago, he had not announced the news to the outside world. He claimed that he was going abroad for inspection. Only a few of his subordinates knew the truth and came to his home to report on work regularly. The rest of the meetings were all handled online.
Therefore, this wheelchair photo could not be spread out in such a way.
Xia Yang thought for a while, and took the camera to the work area where the retoucher was. The one in charge of adding the smiling lips was still concentrating on their work. He didn’t want to disturb, so he disturbed another Salted fish sitting in the corner.
“Miss, can you see this photo?” He politely handed over the camera, “Here, here, remove the wheelchair.”
Miss Salted fish reluctantly put down her phone and glanced at the photo: “With his sitting posture, we will need to add something else if the wheelchair is removed. Do you think it is feasible to sit on the toilet?”
“Uh…” A certain inelegant picture flashed in Xia Yang’s mind, “It’s not good to sit on the toilet. After all, he’s a big boss!”
“What? The big boss doesn’t squat on the toilet anymore?” Miss Salted fish was a little sceptical, but she wasn’t too persistent. She rolled her eyes and said, “Then why don’t you let him sit on the kang 1 Kang: a masonry or earthen platform at one end of a room, heated in winter by fires underneath and spread with mats for sleeping. ?”
“Uh…” The picture in Xia Yang’s mind became even clearer, as if he saw the cold and aloof boss sitting on the kang, stitching the soles of his shoes.
“The overall style of Kang is a bit too simple.”
“Then I don’t have any good ideas. You can think about it yourself,” Miss Salted fish shrugged and pushed the camera away.
Being helpless, Xia Yang had no choice but to brainstorm on his own: ride in a car, sedan chair, cactus, confinement…
He accidentally caught a glimpse of a big ship on the desktop of a certain computer, and an idea popped up in his mind suddenly.
“Then, how about taking a ship?”
Han Yi’s company operates the cruise ship industry, which is second to none in the industry. The luxury cruise ships produced in recent years are also famous all over the world.
It’s perfect to let Mr. Han take the ship!
“Okay, then take a ship,” Miss Moyu also said it was good, and couldn’t help but recite the poem: “Stop and sit by the maple forest at night, and the bell rings at midnight to the passenger ship.” 2 Most probably referring to the poem 《山行》, 停车坐爱枫林晚，霜叶红于二月花。, roughly translated as Stop and sit by the maple forest at night, the frosty leaves are redder than the February flowers.
Xia Yang: “…”
He was afraid the teacher would cry and faint in the toilet after hearing this.
Miss Salted fish’s poems and songs were not good enough, but her professional ability was still quite strong. She quickly found a picture of a canoe in the gallery. The picture was filled with scenic beauty.
“It’s beautiful, that’s it!” Xia Yang’s eyes lit up when he saw it, “Miss, please help me make it more realistic!”
“Okay, sir, are you satisfied with it?” The retoucher beckoned him to come over and check it.
Xia Yang ran forward full of anticipation, but was stunned at first sight.
“My God…”
To be honest, the retoucher is indeed a capable person, and the smiling lips after the edit really made Han Yi, who was as cold as an iceberg, “laugh” out of style.
But that style was not sweet in any way. It not only affected Han Yi’s cool and domineering temperament, but also mixed in a touch of weirdness.
He looked like an old bastard with a knife hidden in his smile.
Stop, stop… his eyes needed to be saved.
He sighed, scratched his head, and said with a little apology: “I think the original picture of my husband is better, so just give me the original picture.”
The retoucher: “…OK.”
Both copies of the photos were washed. Xia Yang carefully put them in his pocket, and returned to the car again. Han Yi didn’t even lift his eyelids, half of his face was sunk in the mottled light and shadow inside the car, calm and indifferent.
“Mr. Han,” Xia Yang held the photo with a red background in front of him, “The dream of smiling lips is shattered, the sweet style… you can’t handle it.”
Han Yi was expressionless, glanced at the photo and then looked away: “I didn’t want it in the first place.”
Xia Yang: “…”
There were very few people in the Civil Affairs Bureau today, and there was no line at the marriage registration window.
The clerk took their 2-inch photo with a red background and asked them to sit down and fill out the form. Xia Yang had the autographed photo in his mind, and after filling in a few strokes, he stretched his neck and secretly glanced at Han Yi.
Noticing his gaze, Han Yi turned his head and stopped writing: “What are you looking at?”
“Well, I wanted to see if your signature is as elegant as mine~”
“I also want the same style as the male god boss. Please give me an autograph, okay?”
He gave out his sweet smile with rainbow farts, but unexpectedly, Han Yi gave him an extremely serious education.
“This is not the entertainment industry.”
“Don’t waste time doing meaningless things.”
Xia Yang: “…”
Tired, all-round tired.
This was a genuine ice sculpture, even blowing a rainbow fart could make him freeze in minutes!
He tried to ask for a signature, but failed. So he had to give up and continue to fill out the form obediently.
Both of them filled it out and handed it to the girl at the clerk desk. Within two minutes, two little red books were released.
“You two, please put it away, happy wedding.” The young girl handed the little red book to them with a smile.
Xia Yang thanked her, opened the little red book, and saw the two-inch photo with a red background in the upper right corner.
The two men above were extremely handsome, but the atmosphere of the photo was indeed not very sweet.
“Ha! It’s okay to subvert the tradition.” He rubbed his little red book and clicked his tongue, “Other people’s wedding photos are happy and sweet, but ours is cruel to the end.”
Han Yi: “…”
After receiving the certificate, as they were getting ready to go out, they heard a sharp curse from the second floor. They then saw a man and a woman fighting down the stairs in a very awkward way.
He grabbed the woman fiercely and everyone was stunned.
“He’s a ruthless person!” Xia Yang pushed his sunglasses, glanced upstairs, then turned back and asked the girl at the counter, “Excuse me, the second floor… what is that place for?”
“It’s the divorce counter.” The girl explained .
“Oh, that’s okay.”
The divorce counter had always been a place where accidents happen frequently.
Two security guards drove a pair of ruthless people out of the Civil Affairs Bureau. Xia Yang watched the two men in distress, and leaned on the armrest of Han Yi’s wheelchair, pointing to the second floor: “Mr Han, it will be our destination in the future. When the time comes for divorce, try not to quarrel if possible.”
Han Yi: “…”
After leaving the bureau and returning to the car, Fang Ming started the engine and began to drive back.
The two people in the back seat were silent all the way, and the air was filled with a thick dullness.
There was a serious traffic jam at peak hours on Friday night. Xia Yang looked at the busy traffic in front of him, and wanted to watch a video with headphones.
Unexpectedly, when he took them out of his pocket, something suddenly fell out of it, and happened to land on Han Yiying’s leather shoes.
Both of them looked down at the same time. Seeing the object, Xia Yang’s blood pressure immediately went up.
F*ck! It was Han Yi’s photoshopped ship photo!
He was so full of cursing that he bent down to pick it up in a hurry. Han Yi stared at his panicked expression, and after a moment of silence, he lowered his eyes and asked, “What are you taking?” “Ah, nothing, nothing,”
Xia Yang picked up the photo and held it tightly in his hand, feeling a bit lucky, “It’s just a photo.”
“What photo? ” Han Yi asked.
“…” Xia Yang paused.
His eyes dodged, and the long and thin eyelashes covered the lower eyelids limply, like two fans hanging down weakly. Han Yi’s silent eyes stared at him, neither saying nor doing anything, but his stare made chills run down the back of his neck.
The air pressure in the car was getting lower and lower, like solidified cement. Xia Yang saw that he couldn’t hide it, so he had to bite his lip and said, “Yes…it’s your ship photo.”
“What did you say? “Han Yi was obviously taken aback when he finished speaking, and a rare shock appeared on his face.
A picture of him in bed? ? ? 3 The character for ship/boat ‘船’ (chuán) which has similar pronunciation as ‘床’ (chuáng), meaning bed. Han Yi probably misheard it and thus the confusion.
How could he not know when it was filmed!
The author has something to say:
Author: Pass it on, Xia Yang secretly took photos of President Han in bed!
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