Coming downstairs again, Brother Zhixun had already found the old man and brought him back. He was sitting on the sofa looking at the photos.
Smiling wide enough to hide his eyes.
"Qingqing looks beautiful. That rascal spruced up a bit and is actually presentable, looking sharp!"
Jiang Zhixun frowned, "Does anyone have to be so sarcastic?"
Old man: "What did I say that was wrong?"
Jiang Zhixun: "Qingqing and I are a perfect match!"
The old man clicked his tongue twice, "Shameless, not embarrassed at all."
Shen Qingqing sat down next to the old man, looking at the photos together.
They felt good when they were taken; the final images indeed looked great.
She was very satisfied.
Shen Qingqing smiled and said, "Zhixun has a good eye; the wedding dress he picked is beautiful."
Before, Shen Qingqing either called him Brother Zhixun or referred to him directly by his full name.
