Chapter 446 This is her private collection
Fu Zheng laughed, "Wen Xiaoliang, only the governor is allowed to set fire, but the people are not allowed to light lamps?"
"What? You don't allow it?" Wen Liang raised his eyebrows.
Fu Zheng knelt on the bed with one leg and leaned over, "Let me see how the filming goes."
The warmth and coolness were captured cleverly.
This photo is even more powerful than the ones I took yesterday with my photography friend’s camera.
"Not bad, right?" Wen Liang glanced at him with an expression that looked like he was asking for praise.
Fu Zheng raised an eyebrow, "What would happen if I chose to put this in the magazine?"
"No." Wen Liang refused firmly.
"Why not?"
Wen Liang put away his phone and said solemnly, "You're in a financial magazine, and this photo doesn't fit the theme. It would be fine if you were in an entertainment magazine."
This is her private collection.
There is some truth to that.
Fu Zheng buttoned his shirt to the top button.
Wen Liang glanced at him, her heart moved, she got up from the bed, ran to the living room, and said, "My phone is out of battery, I'll go get the charger."
Fu Zheng didn't notice anything unusual, so he took the tie hanging on the back of the chair and tied it into a Windsor knot.
"Fu Zheng."
Hearing the sound, Fu Zheng turned around and looked over.
“Crack.”
Wen Liang held up the camera and pointed it at him.
In the photo, Fu Zheng is tying his tie with both hands, looking up at the camera seriously, with a calm face and a firm look with some tenderness, which makes people involuntarily put themselves in the picture.
The photographer from Wenzhou University started working.
She didn't even have time to change her clothes. She was still wearing a super short suspender nightgown that only reached her thighs. Her bare feet were on the floor, with her round and cute big toe pressing on her second toe. She held the camera with a serious expression.
"How else do you want to shoot?" Fu Zheng asked helplessly.
"Just do what you need to do, don't worry about me."
Wen Liang wanted to use snapshots to get the picture he wanted.
Fu Zheng smiled, walked with his long legs towards the bathroom.
Wen Liang quickly tested the aperture and shutter speed, adjusted the parameters, took two steps back and took a full-body photo of himself walking.
Fu Zheng entered the bathroom and saw Wen Liang still holding the camera. He laughed and said, "I want to take pictures even when I'm in the bathroom?"
Wen Liang: “…”
"That's not necessary."
Wen Liang was standing at the bathroom door holding a camera when he suddenly heard the sound of water running inside...
When she realized what was happening, her face flushed and she took a few steps back inconspicuously.
After Fu Zheng finished washing up and came out of the bathroom, he went straight to the kitchen, took out the cooking pot, poured three fingers of water into it, and was about to put it on the stove.
Suddenly, Wen Liang lowered his head to adjust the parameters without looking at the road and accidentally bumped into him.
The cooking pot was firmly in Fu Zheng's hand, but the water spilled out.
It spilled on the ground and on his shirt.
"Are you okay?" Wen Liang saw that his shirt was wet on his chest, and the muscle lines underneath were faintly visible.
"It's okay, I'll change my clothes later."
Fu Zheng changed the pot of water, turned on the fire, covered the pot, prepared the rice and put it aside.
"I'm going to change."
"I'll go with you." Wen Liang held up the camera, ready to go.
Fu Zheng paused, turned around and looked her up and down.
The nightgown barely covered her buttocks, revealing two smooth thighs.
Although there are only two households on this floor, what if they run into someone passing by the stairs when they go out?
Wen Liang glanced down and said, "Wait a minute!"
She took out a longer shirt dress from the closet and casually put it on outside, then picked up the camera and said, "Okay."
Wen Liang followed him to the bedroom next door.
Seeing him take out a new shirt from the closet and about to take off his clothes, Wen Liang chose a sunny spot and said, "Stand here and take off your tie first."
Fu Zheng was also willing to play with her.
His slender fingers touched his collar, and inch by inch, he slowly pulled off his tie, but his eyes were staring straight at the camera, like hooks, extremely provocative, as if he could look through the camera and look at Wen Liang.
The sun shone down on him, casting beautiful shadows on the wall, and the light only accentuated his sharp angles and sculpted features.
Wen Liang's heartbeat quickened as he quickly clicked a few buttons, his ears slightly reddening. "That's it, go ahead and unbutton your shirt."
Wen Liang adjusted the focus.
As she said, Fu Zheng took off his tie, looked at her with a smile, raised his eyebrows, and without saying a word, unbuttoned his chest buttons, one by one, with slow and elegant movements.
He was seducing her.
The white shirt was unbuttoned bit by bit.
Wenliang's breathing became heavier.
The strong chest and well-defined abdominal muscles still had a few drops of transparent water on them, which flowed down along the lines, slowly sinking into the suit pants and disappearing.
Wen Liang held his breath and pressed the shutter button quickly.
The situation seems to be getting out of control.
Fu Zheng grabbed the fabric on his chest with both hands, took off his shirt neatly, swung his arm, and threw it to the ground.
His upper body was naked, and his lower body was covered in suit trousers. Under the sunlight, his masculine strength and wildness were displayed to the fullest, with no trace of his usual elegance and refinement.
Wen Liang swallowed and suddenly felt a little dry in the mouth.
Fu Zheng's slender fingers clasped the leather belt and weighed it, looking at her with a half-smile, "Do you want to take this off too?"
"But...it can be untied..."
Fu Zheng raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure?"
Without waiting for Wen Liang to answer, he placed his hands on the buttons of his suit pants.
He twisted his thumb and index finger and the button came undone.
Next up is the zipper...
The black suit pants hung loosely at the waist.
Wen Liang took a deep breath, looked around, and pointed to a corner, "You sit there."
Fu Zheng obediently sat down cross-legged, with the back of his head against the wall, his chin slightly raised, and his eyes slightly narrowed. In the sunlight, his eyes turned amber, deep and charming.
So handsome!!
Wen Liang leaned over and patted Fu Zheng.
The top two buttons of the shirt dress were not buttoned. When Wen Liang bent down to take a photo, the neckline of the nightgown drooped, revealing her plump white flesh.
Fu Zheng's eyes darkened.
The soft morning light shone on her face, making her skin appear translucent and flawless.
"Do I need to continue taking it off?" Fu Zheng slowly pulled out his belt, his voice slightly hoarse.
Wen Liang was stunned, "No, no need."
"I think it's useful." Fu Zheng smiled.
"ah?"
Wen Liang looked into his eyes and when she realized that something was wrong, she could no longer escape.
She didn't even take off any of her clothes, but he succeeded.
After it was over, Wen Liang was panting and sweating all over.
Fu Zheng carried Wen Liang back home, and then he realized that there was still boiling water in the pot in the kitchen.
He walked over and took a look, and the water immediately boiled dry.
Fu Zheng: "..."
He had no choice but to add some more cold water.
When Wen Liang was going to the toilet, he found a little blood and felt a slight pain in his lower abdomen.
It should be my period coming.
Ever since she miscarried, her menstrual period has become irregular and she has never kept track of the dates.
Fu Zheng came here just for Wen Liang.
Now that the misunderstanding between the two has been resolved, the Fu Group still has many matters waiting for Fu Zheng to deal with. He bought a plane ticket for tomorrow and returned home first.
At noon, the two had lunch in a private room of a restaurant outside.
During this time, Fu Zheng went to the bathroom.
"It's you!"
When Ilia saw Fu Zheng, she narrowed her eyes and suddenly recalled their encounter on the plane to Australia a few months ago.
Ilia could never forget this handsome and stunning face.
So, this time, Ilia recognized Fu Zheng immediately and was pleasantly surprised. She rushed up to greet him, "Do you remember me?"
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