Joe Mai MACHINE TRANSLATION

  Provence was a popular tourist attraction in France. Everyone was familiar with it, so Joe Mai did not use any ink to describe it. Otherwise, he would be suspected of spouting nonsense.

  People who had been to provence naturally knew how beautiful it was. If they had not been there before, they could ask Du Niang. She definitely knew more than Joe Mai.

  Regarding provence, Mu Ru had actually been there before, so she was not interested in many tourist attractions. Especially when Dongfang Mo asked her to draw lavender, she scoffed at him.

  She said that the most beautiful season for lavender was in August. At that time, the LAVENDER had already turned purple, so it looked beautiful. Now, the lavender had just been dyed purple, so there was nothing special about it.

  The lavender had just been dyed, so it wasn’t worth looking at. However, the sunflowers were in full bloom, so Dongfang Mo said happily, “then let’s take wedding photos in the Sunflower River field! “?

  Mu Ru originally didn’t want to take wedding photos, but she remembered that she and Dongfang Mo had been married for eight years, and there was no photo of the two of them in one inch ink city. If there had to be one photo, it would be the photo of her and Dongfang Mo when they applied for their marriage certificate.

  So, in order not to ruin his mood, she happily agreed. Originally, she thought that taking wedding photos was a simple matter. Wasn’t it just standing next to or in the middle of the sunflower fields with Dongfang Mo Then, wouldn’t she just let the photographer take the photo?

  But in reality, it wasn’t like that. Dongfang Mo found the most professional wedding photo studio in Provence, and they brought the most professional photographer and makeup artist costumes.

  Every time they took a photo, they had to change their clothes, and they even had to remake their makeup according to the combination of the location and the service. Mu Ru originally didn’t have much interest in taking wedding photos, and now it was so complicated. She didn’t want to take any photos after taking one day.

  However, Dongfang Mo insisted on taking photos. Moreover, after taking photos of the sunflower river fields, he also took photos of the lavender. The Light Purple Color was light purple. If everyone took photos of the purple color, wouldn’t the light purple color be different from the others?

  Mu Ru couldn’t do anything about him. She realized that after coming to provence, her relationship with Dongfang Mo had undergone a subtle change. Dongfang Mo had become the emperor, and she was clearly the empress. How did she become his concubine?

  Dongfang Mo smiled and said, “how can you be a concubine? ” “Even if I am the emperor, you are still my empress. I am not a playboy. I don’t want three thousand beauties in the Harem. I only want you. “.

  Mu Ru couldn’t help but scold him for his mouth. He smiled and said that many women wanted him to be a mouth-breather. He had always been stingy and gave. His mouth-breather was only for her. She should feel very honored.

  Mu Ru couldn’t help but glare at him and said, “honored my ass. I was tortured by you during the day to take wedding photos. At night, you even gnawed on my bones. I don’t think I will return to Binhai. I will definitely be skinny. “.

  Of course, Dongfang Mo wouldn’t let her be skinny. Therefore, every day, mother Wang would cook the dishes that mu ru liked to eat, and he would supervise her every meal. She was not allowed to eat less, and even more so, she was not allowed to not eat.

  The wedding photos were always taken among the flowers and grass. Mu Ru lost interest after taking them for three days. Then, Dongfang Mo changed the venue and went to the cafe painted by Van Gogh, as well as the famous stone road and other famous places.

  Mu Ru’s favorite was the wedding photos taken at the cafe painted by Van Gogh. Because she went early that day, the cafe hadn’t opened yet, and the sun had just risen. The two of them stood in front of the cafe, wearing nineteenth-century French clothing.