Su Mohan hesitated for a moment, feeling that Concubine Ye should be very much looking forward to taking wedding photos, but counting the days, she hasn't had time to wear anything other than three wedding dresses, which is really a little less.

Concubine Ye seemed to know what he was hesitating, so she sat up straight and leaned towards him: "Wedding photos can be taken at any time,

However, he did consider that she couldn't be too tired, so he nodded: "Okay, we'll make up the shoot later." ”

Because of this sudden change, the two took a plane back to the capital the next day, but the gray-haired photographer was a little obsessed, and repeatedly told the two to look for him in the future, not at all like an international master who is difficult to invite.

After returning to the Su family's mansion, Su Mohan has been very busy, although Concubine Ye can't rest assured of his injuries, but many things have to be handled by him personally, so what Concubine Ye can do is to check his injuries regularly every morning and evening and help him change his dressing.

Of course, if she found that a wound was cracked, Concubine Ye would inevitably scold him, but whenever this happened, Su Mohan was just silent and let her count it, and if she saw that she was angry, she would open her mouth to coax her.

The night before New Year's Day, Concubine Ye nested on the sofa to read a book, Lisa leaned on the stove and took a nap on the carpet, these days, Concubine Ye and Lisa are very familiar, if there is nothing to do, she will take it to walk in the garden, look at the snow, if she doesn't like to move, Lisa will accompany her in the room.

The footsteps suddenly sounded, and Concubine Ye, who was originally a little drowsy, came to her senses, turned her head to look over, and it was Su Mohan who was going out who came back.

Concubine Ye jumped off the sofa and threw herself at him: "You're back." ”

Su Mohan frowned and caught her, looked at her loose pajamas and said in a deep voice: "Go and rest first, I'm cold." ”

"I don't want to ......" Concubine Ye chirped, still tightly hugging his neck and pillowing his shoulder, he has been busy with the engagement during this time, and even takes Concubine Ye to see him a lot less time every day, plus she has nothing to do except read books on weekdays, but she misses him more and more.

Su Mohan's heart softened, and he always had no way to take her, seeing that she refused to go down, he simply hugged her to the sofa and stuffed the blanket between himself and her, so as to avoid giving her the cold.

"I got the wedding photos I took on the island back today." Su Mohan spoke softly, as if he couldn't bear to break the silence in the room.

A flash of anticipation flashed in Concubine Ye's eyes, and after a while, she saw the maid walking in with a few photo albums and hanging paintings, and carefully placed these things on the coffee table.

The first thing Concubine Ye saw was the high-definition wedding photo that had been magnified countless times, and she was the first to be attracted to this one, not because it was the biggest, but because she and Su Mohan were the most embarrassed on this picture.

In the photo, the originally clean and neat white gauze was wet, not only stained with sludge and blood, but even the hem was torn unevenly by herself, her long hair was dripping with water droplets, sticking to her face, a pair of eyes were black and white, without any makeup, but with a flaming red lip, visually there was a very shocking sense of impact.

And Su Mohan beside her was also quite embarrassed, but no matter how embarrassed he was, he couldn't hide the dignity on his body, and it was also a shirt that was no longer white, dyed a little red, pursed his thin lips, and his eyes were cold.