DreamersGN Chapter 287 Lin Zhou frantically takes photos from below the stage: My wife is the most beautiful!
Chapter 287 Lin Zhou frantically takes photos from below the stage: My wife is the most beautiful!
Faced with those patent leather shoes that suddenly blocked his way, Lin Zhou didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.
He was still clutching the heavy DSLR camera tightly in his hand, and his other hand was naturally protecting Su Qingge's shoulder. His hair was slightly disheveled from being jostled in the crowd.
"A good dog doesn't block the way, haven't you heard that?"
Lin Zhou's voice was cold, carrying a chilling sense of danger.
The person blocking the way was a blond, blue-eyed European rich kid. He was looking at Su Qingge with an arrogant expression, and the naked lust in his eyes made Lin Zhou's eyes flash with cold light.
But Su Qingge gently tugged at Lin Zhou's sleeve, indicating that they were on their honeymoon and there was no need to make a scene in public.
Lin Zhou snorted coldly in displeasure, slightly shifted his body to the side, and nimbly led Su Qingge around the other party.
Not only did he avoid it, but he also "casually" used the telephoto lens of his DSLR camera to take a sharp picture of the other person's expensive haute couture suit.
"Hey! You rude guy!"
An angry outburst of French curses came from behind me.
Lin Zhou ignored him completely; all he could think about were the photos he hadn't taken enough of at the fashion show.
The two returned to the open exhibition area outside the show venue.
Since the fashion show had just ended and the excitement hadn't faded, a large number of international fashion bloggers and street style icons were gathering here.
Although Su Qingge had already put on a high-quality black cashmere coat, the purple skirt of the "Moon Shadow" dress underneath was still flamboyant.
"Qingge, go stand next to that marble pillar, yes, turn to the side."
At this moment, Lin Zhou had completely entered a magical state of being both a "doting husband" and a "top photographer".
He nimbly squatted down on the cold marble floor, kneeling on one knee. In order to find a low angle that could capture Su Qingge's long, beautiful legs, he almost wanted to press his face directly against the floor.
"Lin Zhou... be more reserved, there are a lot of people watching."
Su Qingge adjusted her sunglasses with a hint of helplessness. Although she was complaining, the sweetness in her peach blossom eyes almost melted away the chill of the Parisian winter.
She obediently turned around, her hand naturally stroking her slightly curly long hair.
This extreme aloofness and subtle tenderness achieved a perfect balance at this moment.
"Don't move! That's the look in your eyes! Honey, you're so beautiful right now, even the Eiffel Tower would want to destroy itself!"
Lin Zhou shouted excitedly, frantically pressing the shutter button with his index finger.
"Snap! Snap! Snap!"
The shutter sound of a DSLR camera is so dense it sounds like a rapid-fire machine gun.
Lin Zhou's posture was cunning; he tilted his neck and twisted his body into a strange arc, just to capture the subtle golden edge of the sunlight shining on Su Qingge's hair.
The professional photographers who were originally shooting street models all awkwardly put down their equipment.
They looked at the dust on Lin Zhou's expensive suit, which was covered in dirt, and then at the top-of-the-line Leica camera in his hand, a limited edition model.
"My God, is this man insane?"
"His filming method is just burning money! The image sensor must be smoking from all that shooting!"
"The key point is that woman, my God, she wasn't annoyed at all, she kept smiling at him instead."
Passersby began whispering about the arrogant and unreliable "photographer".
In the fashion world, which is known as the "coldest place in the world," Lin Zhou's almost obsessive approach to photography makes him seem like a huge anomaly.
But Lin Zhou didn't care at all.
In his field of vision, besides that viewfinder, there was only Su Qingge.
Su Qingge was the same.
Amidst the blinding flashes of light, her gaze always managed to precisely meet Lin Zhou's in mid-air.
At that moment, the surrounding cacophony of French, the blaring of horns, and the insincere conversations of the celebrities were all filtered out completely.
Their eyes met, and they engaged in a private emotional exchange, oblivious to everyone else around them.
"Have you taken enough photos, Professor Lin?"
Su Qingge walked over with a slightly coquettish air, and naturally took the camera from Lin Zhou's hand and glanced at it.
"Not enough, I probably won't be able to film enough in my lifetime."
Lin Zhou stood up, disregarding his image, and dusted off his pants, staring intently at Su Qingge.
"Qingge, what that designer said earlier was right. This dress is just cloth on other people, but on you it's your soul."
"But I feel that it is because you are in my lens that you have this kind of deadly beauty."
Su Qingge blushed bright red at his praise and spat softly.
"Your words are getting sweeter and sweeter. Did the system secretly give you some kind of 'eloquence potion' again?"
Lin Zhou laughed heartily, then wrapped his arm around her slender waist and planted a strong kiss on her fair forehead.
"This doesn't need any potions; it's talent, the kind that comes naturally without a teacher."
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the two arrogantly walked towards the Phantom that had been waiting for them.
And behind them.
Several seasoned fashion critics were pointing and commenting on the floor where Lin Zhou had just squatted.
"That handsome guy, I think someone recognized him just now?"
"Is he the world's richest man from China? The head of the Lin family conglomerate?"
"Impossible! The richest man would roll around on a marble floor just to take a picture of his wife?"
The discussion grew louder, with some even flipping through the latest financial weekly for detailed comparisons.
Lin Zhou had already taken a seat in the carriage.
He leaned back lazily in the leather seat, flipping through the negatives he had just taken, becoming more and more satisfied with each look.
"Uncle Chen, please retouch these photos I just took and post them in the company's group chat so they can see what a real boss lady's aura looks like."
Lin Zhou gave the order without looking up.
Old Chen, who was driving in the front seat, accidentally slipped his hand, causing the Phantom to sway slightly.
"Master, are you sure? The entire internet is searching for you and your wife. If this photo gets posted, the Paris police might have to come and block off the streets."
Lin Zhou waved his hand dismissively.
"What's there to be afraid of? Let them close down. I'll just buy the whole street."
Su Qingge pinched the bridge of her nose helplessly.
"Lin Zhou, can you be a little more discreet? We're here for our honeymoon, not to buy out Paris."
Lin Zhou turned his head and mischievously bit her earlobe.
"Wife, in my dictionary, 'low-key' is a word for the weak."
"Since everyone wants to see it, let them see as much as they want."
"But before that, we need to deal with that guy who was blocking our way earlier."
Su Qingge was stunned for a moment.
"That rich European young man? Didn't you already avoid him?"
A dangerous smile flashed in Lin Zhou's eyes.
"I avoided it, but Bloodhound just told me that the guy seems to be the heir to a Fortune 500 company, and his family has a lot of shares in Hollywood."
"The way he looked at you just now made me want to gouge his eyes out and use them as a ball."
Su Qingge was a little startled and quickly grabbed Lin Zhou's hand.
"Lin Zhou, don't do anything reckless. This isn't the capital city, after all."
Lin Zhou took her hand in return, his tone softening.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
"I just wanted him to understand that some people, even just glancing at them, come at a price he can't afford to pay."
"Uncle Chen, contact your mole in Hollywood."
"Tell them I want to have a chat with that 'Patent Shoes' guy about life."
The temperature inside the carriage dropped several degrees instantly.
Lin Zhou picked up the camera again and pressed the shutter button once more, capturing Su Qingge's profile.
"Lin Zhou, what exactly do you want to do?"