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Chapter 242: Parents are True Love, Children are All Accidents
Chapter 242: Chapter 242: Parents are True Love, Children are All Accidents
She tried hard to make herself look more natural, but it still didn’t work.
To her surprise, Qin Nanyu, who often faced interviews, actually got scolded by the photographer.
Ji Weitian turned her head in confusion to look at the person beside her.
"Are you up for it?"
Qin Nanyu met her evaluating gaze and saw in her eyes that she didn’t seem to realize the serious consequences of asking a man that kind of question.
Qin Nanyu’s eyebrows lifted slightly and he parted his lips indifferently, "Do you want to try it out?"
Ji Weitian: "???"
Try what?
Ji Weitian thought he was talking about photography skills and couldn’t help but concede, "Never mind, never mind, I won’t compete with you on this. I’m a bit nervous. I originally wanted to ask you to share some experience and guide me, but now it seems you’re not much different from me...Hey, hey, HEY!"
Before Ji Weitian could finish speaking, Qin Nanyu had switched his daughter to his other arm, freeing one hand to grab Ji Weitian’s collar and pull her in front of himself, changing their positions.
With this change, Ji Weitian ended up holding her son and standing half a body length in front of him.
At the same time, Qin Nanyu held his daughter steadily with one hand while his other hand, raised slightly, reached over Ji Weitian’s shoulder from behind to pinch his son’s cheek.
The sudden switch not only left Ji Weitian stunned, but the photographer was also taken aback.
The next second, seeing the scene in front of him that resembled a family of four, the photographer’s eyes suddenly lit up and he went mad taking more than a dozen shots!
By the time Ji Weitian came back to her senses, the photographer had finished shooting.
Just as she was about to ask Qin Nanyu why he had grabbed her collar, she heard the photographer excitedly exclaim, "Perfect! These pictures are simply too perfect!"
Ji Weitian: "???"
Only when she saw the pictures that had been transferred onto the computer’s image processor did she understand why the photographer was so excited.
The photos really turned out great.
Qin Nanyu was holding his daughter, and she was holding her son.
Although the two of them were staggered in their positioning, Qin Nanyu’s height made sure he wasn’t blocked; instead, it highlighted his strong presence.
The height difference between the two also added a touch of cleverness and tranquility to Ji Weitian’s clean aura.
Because Qin Nanyu had suddenly tugged at her collar, she looked up at him subconsciously.
At that moment, Qin Nanyu was also looking down at her...
Even though both of them were holding children, in the photo, the little ones almost became the background, with only the "deeply gazing" parents as the focal point.
If one had to use a phrase to describe the photo, the most fitting would be none other than this: Parents are true love, children are accidents!
Not just other people, even Ji Weitian felt for a moment when she saw that photo that they didn’t look like strangers who came to record a show, but like a real family of four.
Ji Weitian furrowed her brows and poked Qin Nanyu’s arm, whispering in protest.
"Don’t you think these photos turned out a bit odd?"
What happened to the single-parent family spreading warmth? Why did it seem like it turned into a matchmaking show?
"And why did you suddenly grab my clothes earlier? My clothes got all wrinkled, and in the photos, they are creased."
Although it wasn’t very noticeable, if you looked closely, you could still see some marks.
However, in the perfect composition of the scene, that was almost an insignificant flaw.
Qin Nanyu’s gaze narrowed, and he looked down at her, "Wasn’t it you who said you couldn’t handle it and asked me to guide you?"
"..."
"I thought I was doing a good deed and deserved some praise."
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