Endless Pampering Only For You

"No?" Yin Shao frowned and took the camera.

At first glance, there wasn't even a single photo in memory.

When the man saw this, he took a chance to stumble, "Look, I didn't take a photo of you at all. You're wrong to be a good person! Do you think it's great to have money? Who wants to follow you and who you are?"

Yin Shaoyi laughed, raised his camera, and held back the opponent to retort, "Don't you say that you took photos nearby? Didn't you have a single photo?"

The man paused, and quickly found an excuse to say, "Am I still taking pictures? Or I took them, and then I was dissatisfied and deleted. Isn't it possible? Why should I explain to you? There is no picture of you in it, I just didn't sneak shot you! "

Yin Shaoji said arrogantly, "Do you think I have deleted all the photos, can I do nothing?"

The man is still insisting, he just didn't sneak shot.

Anyway, the photo is gone, there is no proof of death, and now it is in the public, and he does not believe what the other party dare to do to himself.

Yin Shaojiu's black eyes flashed a mockery and said to the bodyguard, "Send him to the police station, I will sue him."

The man said impatiently, "What are you going to sue me? Why do you sue me? Evidence?"

"Evidence? Tell the police." Yin Shaoji said coldly.

"You give me the camera back!" The man suddenly felt uneasy. Looking at the camera on his cell phone, he wanted to grab it back, but he had been caught by a bodyguard.

After a while, the manager had called the police, and the man was taken away by the police in front of everyone.

This avoids some gossip.

Yin Shaojiu temporarily gave the camera to the bodyguard and asked him to take it home.

Mu Xiaoxiao stepped forward and hugged his hand and said worriedly, "Did we take those photos we sneaked before?"

"Probably." Yin Shaoji said, holding her shoulders and saying, "Relax, I will find out."

He squinted with black eyes, always feeling that things were not so simple.

Who is that person behind the scenes?

...

Night house.

When Ye Sijue returned home, he subconsciously walked to the room where Mo Xiaomeng lived, but her figure was not seen.

He frowned, grabbed a servant and asked, "What about her?"

The maid waited, and quickly nodded and replied, "Master, Mo and Miss Mo used to play in the yard before, but I didn't know about it later ..."

Although there are hundreds of maids at night, each has his own job.

And the night house is so big, it is impossible for anyone to stare at Mo Xiaomeng all day.

Ye Sijue didn't ask any more, he planned to find it by himself.

He crossed the corridor and was just passing the study when he was about to go to the yard. When he saw that the door of the study was half-covered, he stopped.

Pushing the door gently, Ye Sijue entered the study.

Right next to the European-style elegant and simple bookshelf in the study room, a man in a white skirt was lying on the dark wooden floor, and his small palm face was covered by the opened book, not even his ears.

He walked slowly, never letting his foot down like this, as if afraid of disturbing the butterfly fairy and letting her fly away.

No, it should be an angel.

Ye Sijue went to Mo Xiaomeng's side, squatted down, staring at her almost intently.

In a pure white skirt, her slender hands and feet and tender white Shengxue's skin really looked like an angel in the light wind lifted the beige curtain.

Even the air was permeated with purity.