Wife Capture: Leng Mei Boss loves to the bone

Time passed silently, and Huangfuqing had reached the state of complete ecstasy.

When Luo Ruchen returned to the villa, the room was quiet.

Luo Ruchen thought that Huangfuqing had already fallen asleep, but after thinking about it, something was wrong, but the light was on.

Luo Ruchen went upstairs, and saw a gap left by the slightly closed door of the study, and a ray of light shot out from it.

With drooping eyebrows and eyes, Luo Ruchen walked in lightly.

Then saw such a quiet and peaceful scene.

Huangfu half leaned on the bookshelf affectionately, dragging a book in his hand, and read it carefully, leaving a peaceful side face.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, did you blink?

The atmosphere in the whole study room was peaceful, except for the rustling sound of pages being turned in the room.

Stepping lightly, Luo Ruchen slowly leaned over.

By the time she stood beside Huangfuqing, she happened to have read the entire book.

Seemingly unaware of his arrival, Huangfu hugged the thick book, meditated for a while, and returned the book to its original place.

When he turned around, he realized that Luo Ruchen was standing behind him, and was startled.

Patting his frightened chest, he said angrily, "Why did you get behind me without anyone noticing?"

"Looking so fascinated?"

Huangfu smiled, "Yeah, it's rare to have time to look at these things. The quality of the photos is so good that I can't say it. I read it once and learned a lot from it."

Knowing that Huangfuqing is a rising star in the photography world, Luo Ruchen raised his eyebrows, "You are a famous photographer, why don't you read these magazines."

"Please, I used to travel all over the world, so if I want to read it, I have to have the time. Besides, I also have these magazines at home. I have a thick pile of them, but it is inconvenient to carry them back and forth."

"What an incompetent photographer." Luo Ruchen teased Huangfuqing with a light smile.

Every photographer will look at those works that can be called classics in order to learn from them.

Huangfu stuck out his tongue mischievously, "So, I'm trying to make up for it now, it's not too late."

Luo Ruchen laughed, his voice was as clear as water, and the incomparably soothing voice made Huangfu Qing slightly startled.

This kind of heartfelt laughter was the first time Huangfu Qing had seen it.

A certain string in a certain corner of the heart was inexplicably plucked, playing a moving piece of music.

Huangfu pursed his lips, quietly looking at Luo Ruchen who was smiling happily.

Suddenly, Huangfu Qing looked a little annoyed, "Too bad, I haven't cooked yet."

Luo Ruchen stopped laughing, but the smile on his face remained undiminished, "I've already eaten."

Huangfuqing's next words turned Luo Ruchen's usually gentle face into a rare petrification.

"I know you've eaten it, but I haven't eaten it yet." After speaking, an extremely indecent but loud voice came from someone's stomach.

After breakfast, I started to clean up. I didn't want to, I was so busy that I forgot the time.

Huangfu felt a little embarrassed, turned around, "I'm going down to cook."

In Tuliu, in the study, Luo Ruchen with a pensive face stared at the thick row of photography magazines that Huangfuqing had just read.

Suddenly a book was pulled out of it.

Turn to a certain page accurately.

The pages of the book bear the traces of frequent flipping, obviously being read many times.

Luo Ruchen stared at that page for a long time, his eyes focused, his expression slightly soft, as if he was missing something.

Luo Ruchen didn't come back to his senses until he heard Huangfuqing's voice.

Carefully put the magazine away and put it back in its place.

Inadvertently, his gaze caught a glimpse of the beautifully packaged box placed above the bookshelf, Luo Ruchen lowered his eyes slightly, and an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes.