My iceberg smiled

Chapter 1555 That's the way it was shot
The unique scent of cedar that belongs to a man is incidentally filling her sense of smell, which is particularly clear and pleasant to smell.

Han Mochen leaned over with his eyes closed, and sniffed it enjoying himself.

He said in a soft and deep voice: "It's still the taste of the past."

Han Qianxiao remained silent, only feeling that something in her chest was gradually stalling and was about to rush out.

This red scarf was bought by Han Mochen when Han Qianxiao was just in high school.

Han Mochen bought her many things, but she especially liked this red scarf, so much that she didn't take it off in that cold winter.

If it hadn't been for Shen Zhen being involved in her troubles unintentionally back then, she would not have taken off the scarf casually if she was forced to save someone for fear of soiling the scarf.

Calculating the time, it has been four years.

Time is such an ethereal monster, stealing her years, but leaving those memories in her life.

Later, she washed the scarf and kept it in the villa in Haicheng.

after that……

It was that unexpected car accident.

During the two years of coma during the car accident, the scarf had been quietly lying in the cabinet in her room, as if waiting for her to wake up.

Now that she is wearing this scarf around her neck again, Han Qianxiao really feels that it is a warm and extraordinarily comfortable feeling that has transcended time.

Han Qianxiao didn't expect that she was also a nostalgic person.

In any case, no matter how old this scarf is, she doesn't intend to throw it away. At worst, she will store it when it can't be used in the future.

It contains bits and pieces from high school to the present, thinking of these, the expression on Han Qianxiao's face became much gentler.

Seeing that the man was still leaning in front of her red scarf, Han Qianxiao stretched out a finger angrily, poked him on the forehead, and pushed him away, "Can you still drive?"

With a meaningful smile in his eyes, the man replied seriously: "Yes."

Han Qianxiao was choked up.It felt like the conversation between the two of them was weird, but there was nothing wrong with it.

Cleared his throat: "I'm hungry, hurry back and cook."

"Of order, Mrs. Han." Han Mochen raised his lips to start the car, stepped on the accelerator, and the car drove forward slowly.

Although he walks on the same road every day, Han Mochen doesn't feel boring at all.

This kind of road, he will only feel that the more he walks, the more interesting he will be.

As long as the person around him is Xiaoxiao, he can go on for a lifetime without taking the trouble.

Every place here will be stained with each other's shadow in the future. From the beginning, it will become more and more, more and more memorable, and finally it will never be forgotten.

"The wedding photos have been processed, and the studio has sent me the electronic version first, and the paper hardcover photo album will be delivered tomorrow."

On the way back, Han Mochen suddenly mentioned this matter.

Han Qianxiao was drinking the remaining milk tea in the cup, her mouth was bulging.

Hearing this sentence, he immediately looked up at Han Mochen who was driving, and muttered excitedly: "Well, really?"

"Ah."

"I want to see!"

"Okay, I'll show you when I get back."

"How was the filming...?" This was what Han Qianxiao was concerned about.

"It's just like that." Han Mochen said calmly without showing much expression.

Han Qianxiao couldn't help but frowned: "What do you mean by that? Is it because the photography was not good? Didn't you mean that you hired the most professional photography team in China? How could it be bad?"

(End of this chapter)