A Sweet Night The CEO Loves His Wife Ardently

After buying the pen holder, Audrey and Bryson continued to walk forward. Audrey opened the package and took

out the peach wood pen holder she had bought before. She carefully examined it.

Although the price was not high, the shape of the pen holder was elegant and it has flowing lines. The color of the

paint was dark brown, which matched the color of Bryson's desk.

"How is it? I have good taste, right?" Audrey smiled and asked Bryson beside her.

Bryson glanced at the pen holder in Audrey's hand.

Audrey really had good taste. The pen holder in her hand matched the color of his desk. The workmanship and

style were also very high class. It was not bad even when compared to the works of famous craftsmen. However,

this pen holder was only two hundred.

"Not bad indeed!" Bryson praised generously.

"Then when your pen holder is delivered, I will give this to you!"

Bryson didn't say anything.

Seeing Bryson frown, Audrey glared at him with dissatisfaction, "What? You don't want it? Or do you think this pen

holder is not good?"

"You are giving me a pen holder that only costs two hundred?"

"What's wrong with the price? Two hundred is also money, and I worked hard to earn it. Moreover, the price of the

gift is not important. The meaning it conveys matters. Moreover, I am so poor now. You won't ask for expensive

gifts from me, right?" Audrey asked with a smile.

Bryson didn't know what to say.

He was unable to respond to her.

Audrey put the pen holder back and kept walking. Suddenly, she saw a large photo booth on the street. Audrey's

eyes lit up and she pulled Bryson over.

In the past, she always felt gloomy. Although she had walked past photo booths many times, she was never in the

mood to go in and take photos.

When she saw the photo booth now, she suddenly wanted to take some photos.

She wondered what Bryson would look like in front of the camera!

"What is this?" Bryson, who had received a high-level education, had never taken photos in a photo booth.

"It's for taking photos," Audrey pointed at the photos of other customers next to the machine, "Photos like this.

Come on. Let's go inside."

Audrey hurriedly dragged Bryson inside.

Bryson frowned as he looked at the screen in the small space. He didn't know how to operate it, and neither did

Audrey. However, after looking at the introduction next to the screen, Audrey quickly understood. She first threw in

the money required and then chose a simple pattern frame.

Seeing Bryson's face deviated from the camera, Audrey pulled him back, "Come on, let's take a photo."

Bryson did not like taking photos. His face was expressionless, looking serious and cold.

Audrey frowned and tugged at his arm, "Don't keep a straight face. Just smile."

Bryson forced himself to move his lips and put on a stiff smile.

Audrey moved closer to the machine and quickly pressed the button.

After taking a few photos, Audrey found that Bryson's smile was not very satisfying.

Suddenly, Audrey pulled Bryson down by his neck, kissed him on the face, and quickly pressed the shutter.

Before Bryson could react, Audrey had already let him go.

Seeing that Bryson was staring at her, Audrey smiled slyly and pulled Bryson's arm. She leaned her head on his

shoulder and caught Bryson's stunned expression on camera.

Bryson narrowed his eyes and looked at Audrey's smug expression. His long arms wrapped around Audrey and held

her body tightly with one hand. His other hand held the back of her head and he lowered his head to kiss her.

However, just as Audrey was immersed in it, Bryson's lips left her. Then, she heard the sound of the photos being

printed.

Audrey was confused.

There should be four more photos left. Why was the machine already printing photos?

Audrey picked up the photos when they came out and took a look. Her face immediately turned red.

It turned out that the last four photos were all photos of her and Bryson kissing.

She did not remember she had pressed the shutter when they kissed. If it was not her, then it could only be Bryson.

Audrey held the photos in her hand and glared at Bryson. The latter stood there with a calm expression as if he

wasn't the one who had done such a thing.

She didn't expect that Bryson would press the shutter.

They took the photos out and turned to a staff member beside who could cut the photos for them.

The staff member looked at the photos of Bryson and Audrey. Then he looked at the two of them, his eyes shining,

"You are so good-looking. Is it possible for us to use your photos as promotional photos for our photo booth?"

Audrey smiled as she took the photos from his hand. She said resolutely, "No!"

The photos of her and Bryson were unique. She did not want other women to stare at his face. What's more,

Bryson was not an ordinary person. It would be a big loss to let others use his photos for advertising without

charging money. However, it was impossible for a small photo booth owner to afford Bryson's high advertising fee.

The staff member looked a little disappointed and said,

"We are looking forward to your next visit."

After leaving the machine, Audrey reached out to Bryson and said, "Your wallet."

Bryson took out his wallet and handed it over.

Audrey took the wallet and opened it. There were several documents and bank cards in his wallet. The place for

photos was empty as she expected.

Audrey smiled. She took out the photos they had just taken and waved them in front of Bryson, "Pick one to put in

your wallet."

Bryson looked at the photos in Audrey's hand and his gaze stopped on the photo where Audrey took the initiative to

kiss him. Then, he reached out and took it out.

"This one."

Audrey frowned, "I also want this one, but since you chose it, I will give it to you!"

Audrey placed the photo in Bryson's wallet.

"Alright, here is your wallet."

Looking at the photo in his wallet, Bryson smiled. Then, he put the wallet back in his suit pocket.

Audrey took out her wallet and looked at the photos in her hands in worry.

She muttered, "Which photo should I pick?"

Bryson raised his eyebrows. He reached out and picked one out, "This one!"

The two of them were kissing passionately in the photo.

Looking at the photo on Bryson's hand, Audrey's face turned red.

"No, I can't use this one!"