Chapter Seventy-Five: Stalked

"Who's where?" Qiu Lan stared at the flower bed vigilantly, frowning slightly.

The security system and lighting system in Clear Water Bay were very good, so she could clearly see that there was a man there, still trembling slightly.

Seeing this black shadow, Qiu Lan's first reaction was Xue Yancheng, and when she thought of him, a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes.

"I've seen you, come out quickly, or I'll call the security guards." She stared intently at the shadow, her hand crept into her bag, and she grasped the wolf spray, just in case.

At this moment, there was a rush of running behind Qiu Lan, and a security guard came in a hurry, just now he was sitting in the security guard's monitoring room, and saw something strange here, "Miss, what's wrong?"

Seeing the figure of the security guard, she breathed a sigh of relief and let go of the things in her hand, "There, I saw a person just now, but I didn't come out no matter how I called him." ”

The security guard looked in the direction of Qiu Lan's finger, his brows furrowed, and he looked puzzled, "No, there is no one there." ”

"How so?" she looked back, and the figure from the streetlight was indeed gone.

For the sake of safety, the security guard picked up the flashlight and baton in his hand and walked to the flower bed, looked around, and really didn't see anything.

"Miss, there really is no one else. ”

However, Qiu Lan remembered that she had seen it really just now, and she hadn't left, how could that person be gone?

She pursed her red lips, shook her head helplessly, and said softly: "I'm sorry, I may have read it wrong, then it's okay." ”

"It's fine. The security guard turned off the flashlight in his hand and put away the baton, "That's it, miss, I'll take you to the elevator." ”

"Then I'm bothering you. Qiu Lan nodded slightly, and under the escort of the security guard, she returned to the apartment safely, but there was always a question mark in her heart, but she had arrived home safely, so she didn't think about it again.

And at this moment, behind the flower bed just now, in a drainage channel covered by tree branches, a man wearing a black mask, sunglasses and a hat listened to the silence outside, and then took away the branches and leaves that blocked his body and crawled out.

He gently patted the dirt on his body, held the camera in his arms, and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's really fucking dangerous, I was almost discovered, but fortunately I was clever." ”

After tidying up, he slipped through the gate of the neighborhood as if nothing had happened, made a phone call, and made an appointment to meet at the Bunona Café.

Half an hour later, in the private room of the café, in the dim light, the man took off his sunglasses and hat, turned on the camera, and looked at the photos inside with satisfaction, all of which were secretly taken by Qiu Lan today.

Suddenly, there was a hurried footstep outside, the door of the private room was opened, and a complaint came, "How did you make an appointment to meet here, there are many people here, what if someone finds out?"

"And I only asked you to investigate yesterday, why did you call me today?"

"Of course there are good things. The man shook the camera in his hand and grinned indifferently, his face sinister, "Don't worry, I've already arranged everything, and I will definitely not be discovered." ”

The woman sitting on the sofa sighed heavily, took off her hat and mask, and Fu Xiaoqing's tightly knit brows were immediately exposed to the dim light.

Yesterday at noon, she was sent to a taxi by Li Shanghan after eating, and she was angry when she sat in the car, so she contacted the man who was now sitting opposite her.

This person is the paparazzi of the largest news media organization in City A, and Fu Xiaoqing asked him to track and investigate Qiu Lan.

But just now, when she had dinner with several doctors and interns in the hospital and was about to go singing, she received a call from the paparazzi, and in order not to attract attention, she had to sneak over with a hat and a mask.

"What did you find? Fu Xiaoqing glanced at him indifferently, her face full of impatience, "If it's something of value and wastes my time, I will definitely deduct your money." ”

"Don't worry, as soon as I make a move, it's absolutely fine. The paparazzi crooked the corners of his mouth, picked up the camera, clicked on the view mode, and showed her the photos inside.

"You see, I don't know who this man is, I went to the woman's house early in the morning, came out for more than half an hour, sent her to work, and then went to the hospital together in the afternoon, and then ate together. ”

"Nonono, you see, this is a picture of her being sent home. The paparazzi crossed Erlang's legs, looking like a hanger, "How about it, okay?"

Fu Xiaoqing, who was sitting opposite him, flipped through the photo, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but pick, staring at the man in the photo.

Isn't this the man who had dinner with Qiu Lan today?

The Li family values fame and reputation the most, and if these photos are seen by the Li family, they will definitely not let an unclear person marry Shang Han.

"Not bad. Fu Xiaoqing stared at the photo in the camera, smiling evilly.

"Of course it's good, I'm definitely a good deal. The paparazzi took the camera in her hand, opened a small slot on the side of the camera, took out a small memory card, and pinched it on the tip of her finger, "This is worthy of the money." ”

"Pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other, I have this as a first-hand resource, and I will give you all the negatives directly. He raised his chin and stared at the woman in front of him, rubbing his fingers together.

"Okay. Fu Xiaoqing lowered her eyes, opened her handbag, took out a check holder, signed a check for 50,000 yuan and handed it to the paparazzi.

The paparazzi took the check, glanced at it, and frowned slightly, "Miss Fu, you're not suitable, right?"

"I'm a first-hand resource, or did I get what you want in such a short time, is it worth 50,000?" The paparazzi glanced at his lips with a look of disdain, "Who are you and me?"

"Don't go too far, just a few photos, 50,000 is enough. Fu Xiaoqing pursed her red lips, and a cold light burst out from her eyes.

The paparazzi didn't say anything more, but raised their chin and pinched the memory card in their hands.

"Okay, I'll give you another fifty thousand. Fu Xiaoqing bit her lip fiercely, raised her hand and signed the piece of paper, "It's okay, right?"

"Of course, Miss Fu is really generous. The paparazzi loaded the two checks contentedly and handed her the things in his hand.

When he packed up his things and was about to leave, the paparazzi pulled the corners of his mouth and said seriously: "By the way, this photo is a photo, I don't know if the relationship between the two is innocent." ”

"If there is anything at that time, don't pull me up, I won't take a lawsuit. ”

"Don't worry, the photo is given to me, and it has nothing to do with you. Fu Xiaoqing picked the corners of her lips and stared at the memory card in her hand, her eyes meaningful.

"Moreover, I don't need to know if the relationship between these two people is innocent, as long as the photo looks unclear and unclear. ”