CHAPTER 683 PHOTOGRAPH

They arrived at the plaza within half an hour.

There were many people at the plaza. There were men, women, adults, and children. Some of them even came out to perform arts, some came out to dance with the children. They had everything.

Yvonne took Henry's hands and walked into the crowd.

Their good-looking appearance attracted people around them.

After all, not all Westerners could make Asians think that they were good-looking.

Yvonne pointed to the lighthouse not far away while holding a pack of pigeon food that she just bought. ' Hubby, let's go there. There are a lot of pigeons!"

Henry looked over and saw that there were indeed many pigeons resting on the railings.

Henry nodded and agreed. "Let's go there then."

Yvonne let go of his hand and ran towards the direction she pointed to earlier.

Seeing this, Henry frowned and said, "Slow down. Don't bump into others."

Yvonne ran and smiled at him. "I'm fine."

Her smile was very beautiful and her long flowy hair made it even more agile.

Initially, Henry wanted to slow her down, but after looking at such a lively Yvonne, he suddenly gave up.

He rarely saw this lively side of her. Now that he saw i t, he shouldn't let her liveliness disappear, so be it!

Thinking about it, Henry picked up the camera in front of his chest that Yvonne hung it over and took a photo of Yvonne's back.

Click!

Yvonne's lively figure was captured in the camera.

Henry looked at the photo and smiled slightly.

He was quite confident in his photography skills.

"Hubby, what are you doing? Come here quickly." Yvonne tore open the pigeon grain bag, grabbed a handful, and sprinkled them on the ground.

As soon as the pigeons resting on the railing noticed the food, they immediately flew off, stopped in front of Yvonne, and started eating. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

They were not afraid of humans because these pigeons had been in the plaza all the time and some people were always feeding them.

Even if Yvonne squatted down to touch them, they would just bury themselves in eating without hiding.

Henry came over and Yvonne gave him the bag of pigeon grain and motioned him to feed them too.

Henry shook his head. "It's fine, you should feed them. I'll take a photo of you."

"Okay." Yvonne's eyes lit up and she immediately nodded in agreement. "Take me. Take more photos of me and show them to Sue, Frederick, and Theo."

With that, Yvonne grabbed a handful of pigeon food and prepared to feed the pigeons.

This time, she didn't sprinkle it directly on the ground as she did earlier.

But she spread it in the palm of her hand and held it i n mid-air, waiting for the pigeons to fly to her hand to eat.

When Henry saw it, he pursed his thin lips as if he was a little disapproving of it. "Yvonne, don't feed them like this. Watch out for the pigeons that peck you."

"I don't think so. I saw everyone feeding them like this, so they probably won't peck me." Yvonne was angry and faced another direction.

There was a beautiful girl over there and she spread out her palm to feed the pigeons like Yvonne.

The pigeon stayed on her arm and lowered its head to eat what was in her palm.

Her other hand was stroking the pigeon feathers, and the girl was smiling, obviously showing no signs of the pigeon pecking her.

When Henry saw this, his heart softened and he nodded when he saw Yvonne's excited gaze although he was a little disapproving of it. "Well, if the pigeon pecks you, you'll throw away the pigeon food in your hand, okay?"

Yvonne gave him a funny look. "Yes, butler."

This man coaxed her like a child.

When Henry heard Yvonne call him 'butler,' he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

This title was quite new, but he liked it.

He was the butler who was worried about her now.

With Henry's permission, Yvonne raised her hand with pigeon food in the air again. Not long after she raised it, the pigeons flew over.

The pigeon lowered its head to eat, moving very lightly, gently touching her palm. It didn't peck her.

This made Yvonne laugh.

Seeing this, Henry's tense heart fell back into the distance.

Yvonne turned her head and urged the man beside her, "Henry, take a quick shot. It'll fly away after a while."

The man twitched the corners of his lips, raised his camera, and began taking photos.

Henry took a lot of photos of Yvonne. Some of them had her holding pigeons and some of them were resting on her. All the photos taken were very warm.

Yvonne stretched out her hand. "Let me see what you took."

Henry happily handed the camera over.

Yvonne looked at them one by one. After seeing them, her eyebrows were tightly furrowed.

Henry noticed that she was unhappy and asked," What's the matter?"

Yvonne put down the camera. "Something's missing."

Henry frowned. "What's missing?" 1

Yvonne rolled her eyes. "Of course, you're the missing one. You patronize taking photos of me. I'm in every photo. There aren't any photos of you and we don't have a photo together."

Upon hearing this, Henry was taken aback for a while. She was really...

He didn't think of that because he didn't like to be photographed.

Henry reached out his hand. "Give me the camera."

Yvonne gave him the camera in confusion.

After Henry took it, he looked at her seriously and said, "Don't go anywhere and wait for me here. I'll be back soon, got it?"

Although she didn't know what he was going to do,

Yvonne nodded obediently and agreed, "Okay.”

Only then did Henry feel relieved and left with his camera. He went not far in front of her and looked around. It seemed that he was looking for something.

After a while, Yvonne saw him walking towards a photographer and talking with him. The photographer nodded and then came over with him.

At this moment, Yvonne finally understood what he was doing.

It was because she said that he wasn't in any of the photos and they didn't have a photo together, so he specially found a professional photographer to take photos of them.

Sure enough, after Henry came over, he said, "I asked him to take photos for us."

Yvonne was touched and she smiled, "I know, I guessed that."

Henry handed the camera over to the photographer.

The photographer praised that he had such a great camera, and then directed them to pose and start taking photos.

As Henry had always been used to veteran cadre, he didn't know how to pose. He couldn't pose and he looked awkward.

So Yvonne asked him to stand up straight, lean on his side, and pose.

The photographer probably noticed that Henry was awkward. He didn't want to force Henry either. He nodded and pressed the shutter.

After about a dozen shots were taken, the photographer returned the camera to them and motioned them to see how they were doing.

The photographer was really a professional. The shots were very good and clear. Yvonne couldn't find any flaws when she looked at them.

Seeing that Yvonne was satisfied, Henry was naturally satisfied as well. Then, he gave the camera to Yvonne, took out his wallet from his pocket, opened it, and took out a few pieces of the country's largest denomination money and handed it to the photographer as his reward.

The photographer happily took it, then gave Henry a thumbs up and said something.

He spoke the local language of the country. He didn't speak English, so Yvonne couldn't understand.

But looking at Henry's nodding and smiling face, she seemed to understand.

Yvonne sincerely admired him. After all, he was really good at this language.

When the photographer left, Yvonne pulled Henry's sleeve. "Henry, what did he just say?"

Henry put his wallet away. "You wanna know?"

Yvonne nodded. "Of course."

"Then give me a kiss." Henry pointed to his face.

Yvonne glared at him. "How can you seize this opportunity to take advantage of me?"