Because there were so many people taking photos, we had to take the photo three times in total to avoid someone closing their eyes when taking the photo.

Old Mrs. Yuan, who was leaning on a cane, was immediately delighted when she heard this.

"That's great, we can take three photos at once."

"Yes, in order to make the photos look better, everyone should hold on for a while and don't move. Let's change positions a few more times."

Director Wang directed the crowd to change positions.

"You guys at the back, yes, you guys, you guys are short and why are you hiding at the back? Come to the front row!"

"And the bride and groom, you two are too far apart. It's so hard to take a photo, don't be shy, come closer."

Jiang Sui and Song Sichen looked at each other, and seeing that he didn't move, they just stood there.

But before she could calm down, Director Wang shouted at the top of his voice, "Get ready to start filming."

Song Sichen suddenly raised his hand and gently embraced her slender waist.

Jiang Sui followed the force and had to lean lightly on his shoulder.

The sudden close contact made her feel a little uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but look up in surprise.

Song Sichen didn't say anything, but just smiled at her with the corners of his lips, and then responded to the jokes of Xue Zhi and others in the back row.

They talked for a long time and took a long time to take pictures.

But Song Sichen never let go of his hand on Jiang Sui's waist.

I don’t know if it was Jiang Sui’s illusion, but the heat coming from the man’s palm was particularly strong.

It was as if he was going to burn her.