"No?" Yin Shaojie frowned and took the camera. --

At first glance, there really is not a single photo in the memory.

Seeing this, the man took the opportunity to shout, "Look, I didn't secretly photograph you at all, you wronged a good person!" Think you're great if you're rich? Who's going to follow you, who do you think you are! ”

Yin Shaojian sneered, raised his camera, looked at the other party and retorted, "Didn't you say that you were taking pictures nearby?" Not a single photo? ”

The man paused, quickly made an excuse and said, "Can't I start filming yet?" Or I took it and then deleted it if I wasn't satisfied, can't I? Why should I explain it to you? Anyway, there are no pictures of you in it, I just haven't taken a picture of you secretly! ”

Yin Shaojian said arrogantly, "Do you think that if you delete all the photos, I can't do anything?" ”

The man is still insisting, he just didn't take a candid shot.

Anyway, the photo is gone, there is no proof of death, and now it is in front of the public, he doesn't believe that the other party dares to do anything to him.

Yin Shaoji's dark eyes flashed with mockery, and he said to the bodyguard, "Send him to the police station, I will sue him." ”

The man did not give up and said, "You, what are you going to sue me?" Why are you suing me? What about the evidence? ”

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

"Give me back the camera!" The man suddenly became uneasy, looking at the camera of his phone and trying to snatch it back, but was already held back by the bodyguards.

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

This avoids some gossip.

Yin Shaojie temporarily handed over the camera to the bodyguard and asked him to take it home.

Mu Xiaoxiao stepped forward to hold his hand and said worriedly, "Did he take those photos of us secretly before?" ”

"Probably." Yin Shaoyu said, put his arm around her shoulders and said, "Don't worry, I'll find out." ”

His dark eyes narrowed, and he always felt that things were not so simple.

Who the hell is the person behind the scenes?

……

Night home.

When Ye Sijue returned home, he subconsciously walked to the guest room where Mo Xiaomeng lived, but he didn't see her.

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

The maid was stunned, and hurriedly replied, "Young master, Mo, Miss Mo, she was playing in the yard before, and then I didn't know......"

Although there are hundreds of servants in the night house, each of them has their own job.

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

Ye Sijue didn't ask, and planned to find it himself.

He walked through the corridor and was about to go to the courtyard when he happened to pass by the study, and saw that the door of the study was ajar, and his steps stopped.

Pushing the door, Nightlord walked into the study.

Just beside the elegant and quaint bookshelves in the study, a man in a white dress was lying on the dark wooden floor, his palm-sized face covered by an open book, and he couldn't even see his ears.

He walked slowly, never taking such a slow step, as if he was afraid of disturbing the butterfly fairy and letting her fly away.

No, it should be an angel.

Ye Sijue walked to Mo Xiaomeng's side, half-squatted down, and stared at her almost intently.

Dressed in a pure white dress, her slender hands and feet, and her skin white and snowy, she really looks like an angel under the picture of the beige curtains gently lifted by the breeze.

Even the air is filled with an air of purity.