Wife Capture: Leng Mei Boss loves to the bone

Standing in front of the mirror, Huangfuqing quietly looked at herself who looked like she was not wearing a bathrobe even though she was wearing it.

All parts are well developed, although it is not as hot as those models, but it is also uneven, fat where it should be fat, and thin where it should be thin.

Huangfu Qing has enough confidence in the charm of her body.

Huangfu fell into a deep sleep, and when he woke up, it was already dawn.

Bright light came in through the gap in the curtains and hit Huangfuqing's face.

Suddenly turned over.

It's already bright.

It is no longer the familiar Xi Chaoyang red, but bright white.

Hastily found the phone.

It was already past nine o'clock.

Huangfu was crying without tears, he had set the alarm, why didn't he hear it.

Turning over the phone, the alarm didn't ring.

In a trance, Huangfuqing rang. The habit of setting the alarm clock is to cancel it every morning when it rings, and then set it again at night.

Although it's a little troublesome, but I remind myself that Luo Ruchen must take care of everything.

After leaving the room, he pushed open the door of Luo Ruchen's room.

Sure enough, the house was empty and the people had already left.

Huangfu Qing sighed slightly, folded the bathrobe from last night and put it on his bedside, finished his breakfast briefly, and went straight to the study.

There are still several magazines I read yesterday that I haven't finished reading.

Sitting on the chair where Luo Ruchen usually sat in his office, Huangfu made a cup of coffee, and continued to chew on words.

The moon rises and the sun sets, and the stars move.

Encountering something you like always makes people forget everything.

Suddenly, there was a slight change in Huangfuqing's expression.

Because, she saw a photo.

Looking at the photo carefully, it is a humanistic photo.

The photo is composed of two colors, classic black and white.

But Huangfu can tell that this photo has been technically processed. It should have been in color, but it was deliberately dyed into black and white, so that it looks more artistic.

There was a woman on it, holding a chalk to write on the blackboard, and neat, handsome characters appeared on the blackboard.

The first lesson of elementary school is a simple poem praising the great rivers and mountains of the motherland.

As if seeing something, the woman turned her head, a smile was stained on her cheeks, and a smile was also stained in those delicate eyes, and there were two shallow dimples on her cheeks.

And the photo freezes at this moment.

In the photo, the students in the front row can still be seen, with their mouths slightly open, muttering something.

The angle at which this photo was taken should be opposite the teacher who teaches and educates people.

A corner of the classroom is vaguely exposed, it is very simple, it should be a classroom in a certain village.

Huang Fuqing seldom takes photos that reflect human culture.

It's not that I'm not interested, but that I can't capture the feeling I want to express, and I can't grasp the angle well.

Just like this photo, if I took it myself, I would not be able to capture this feeling from the same angle.

It seems that the whole photo has been given life, not just a simple calligraphy and painting.

People who can capture this kind of feeling have undoubtedly good photography skills, and even, they are likely to surpass themselves.

Looking closely at the photo, the woman's smile is gentle, with a soft beauty.

Even though it's just a black and white photo, even though it's just plain makeup, but that kind of delicate temperament is fully expressed.

After reading it for a long time, Huangfuqing planned to turn the page.

But soon, something was wrong. . . . .