The paparazzi lowered the brim of his hat, pushed his black-framed glasses, and said, "This young lady, I'm taking pictures of the scenery, and your way of accosting you is a bit too old-fashioned." ”

Liang Feiran was not in a hurry, raised his hand, and said: "You violated my portrait rights, since you don't cooperate, I'll call the police now." ”

She took out her phone very directly.

The paparazzi hugged the camera and left: "You are really strange, go to the hospital if you are sick, don't call the police if you pull someone on the street!" ”

Song Shuyu heard the two of them talking, and stepped forward with long legs.

The next moment, I saw Liang Feiran stop the paparazzi, and said lightly: "If you didn't shoot, just take out the camera to prove it, or go to the police station to prove it." ”

Song Shuyu paused, and curiosity appeared on Qing Jun's sharp face, she should be able to handle this matter by herself. According to her temperament, she shouldn't like others to meddle.

In the current situation, in the original world, Liang Feiran will do it directly. However, after reliving her life, her temperament has also changed a lot, and she must talk about evidence in everything.

Convincing people with reason is the truth.

She can confirm in her heart that the other party did shoot her, but there is no evidence and naturally there is no way to sanction the other party, but she has other ways.

The paparazzi still lowered their heads, and said impatiently: "I said I didn't shoot, you have to see, that is an invasion of my privacy!" You don't look much good, why should I shoot you? ”

The corners of Liang Feiran's lips crossed an almost invisible arc, and said: "So I said, if you don't want to show me, then go to the police station Liang Qingqing, I'm also very curious, I'm not a star, why are you filming me, or is someone directing you behind your back?" ”

An unnatural look appeared on the paparazzi's face, and he pressed the brim of his hat hard.

The next moment, Liang Feiran put his mobile phone to his ear and said: "Hello officer, there is a man who followed me, was caught by me, and took a photo of me, he didn't admit it, Shiliu Avenue ......"

A layer of cold sweat broke out on the man's forehead, and he said, "Don't, don't, can't I give you the photo?" ”

Liang Feiran put away the phone, his long hair was softly draped over his shoulders, and he said calmly: "Of course." ”

The paparazzi saw that Liang Feiran did not make a move to hang up the phone, and looked up suddenly: "You lied to me?" ”

Liang Feiran's expression was serious, and he said calmly in his clear black eyes: "So what? Do you want me to really call the police? ”

"Okay, I'll give you the picture!" The paparazzi have a horizontal heart, anyway, there is a chance!

Liang Feiran's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he said softly: "It's so easy to give me the photo?" Do you have any other ideas in mind? ”

What the paparazzi wanted in his heart was explained by Liang Xuanran, and his face was a little ugly and said: "You think too much, I just photographed you just because you are beautiful, if you are not happy, then forget it." I gave you the picture, and you're still going to say that? Victim paranoia? ”

He looked like he was in complete compromise.

Liang Feiran said thoughtfully: "Then you misunderstood, I didn't have paranoia of being killed, but your attitude changed too quickly, it's hard to believe." It doesn't matter, anyway, the next time you shoot me, I'll call the police as soon as possible. ”

Seeing that the paparazzi didn't speak, she stretched out her hand and said, "Give me the camera." ”

The cold sweat on the paparazzi's forehead slid into the sideburns and disappeared, I don't know why, he was very nervous in front of Liang Feiran, it was clear that Liang Feiran was several years younger than him!

And how could she, in such a calm tone, say threatening words?

This sense of oppression made the paparazzi breathless: "I'll delete it." ”

Liang Feiran lifted his eyelids, and his dark eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of frost and said, "I'll delete it myself." ”

The paparazzi couldn't resist Liang Feiran, so he had to give the camera to Liang Feiran.

Liang Feiran glanced at the camera, a total of more than ten photos, all of which were taken of her looking in the mirror upstairs.

During this time, she changed her dress several times, and almost every set in this photo was taken.

She didn't understand what the other party was going to do, and she didn't know if there was someone behind him.

If he was just an ordinary paparazzi, then this matter would have passed.

If someone instructs her, she won't say it when she asks the paparazzi, and she's not sure if someone is instigating.

But the fox will always show its tail.

If you want to harm her, you have to see if you have the ability.

Liang Feiran confirmed that it had been deleted, and with a pinch of spiritual power in his hand, he destroyed the memory chip.

There is this chip that can recover data, and the chip is destroyed without spending much money to buy.

All these actions are smooth, and they are even quieter.

After doing all this, she returned the camera to the other party.

The paparazzi lowered the brim of his hat and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, fortunately, Liang Feiran didn't know the role of the chip, and the data could still be recovered! He hugged the camera and walked quickly.

……

The white sunlight penetrated the branches, and the mottled shadows of the trees fell on the beams.

She stood in the shadow of the trees, the faint scent of evening laurel wafting across the street.

This should be the last batch of osmanthus flowers.

Song Shuyu stood very quietly in the distance, looking at Liang Feiran seriously, and for a moment, he thought of the flying sky he had dreamed of in his childhood.

Later, he went to Dunhuang and saw the flying murals.

Even though Liang Feiran was just wearing a light blue windbreaker, he still faintly felt a little similar.

It is very strange that it is clear that the flying sky of Dunhuang has nothing to do with Liang Feiran who is standing under the shadow of the tree at this time.

Liang Feiran inhaled the sound of osmanthus into his heart, and the next moment, his cold black eyes turned back, and said, "Mr. Song has been here for so long, is he going to see a joke?" ”

Within a hundred steps of Song Shuyu, she noticed it.

Song Shuyu smiled gently and said, "Since Miss Liang can handle it by herself, I won't help." ”

The two didn't say much on the topic.

Song Shuyu asked, "Have you changed your clothes?" ”

Liang Feiran thought of those dresses, and felt a little headache and said: "There are too many dresses, I haven't tried them one by one, and I chose one that is quite comfortable to wear." ”

She thought of some solemn meetings in her world, such as the written examination for recruiting new disciples, which only needed to pass on the cultivation uniform.

She didn't quite adapt to the dresses of this world.

Song Shuyu was handsome, his eyelids were too light, the corners of his lips were hooked, and he said: "Everyone else is so good-looking, Miss Liang is very special." ”

Liang Feiran waved his hand and said, "Or go to the banquet first?" ”

Upstairs, the waiters all looked at Song Shuyu eagerly, this shop is under the name of the Song family, and Song Shuyu is their boss.

Liang Feiran entered the fitting room and changed his clothes in three or two times, the original owner was in good shape, tall, slender, and there should be a lot of them.

It was the first time she had taken a good look at the original owner.

This condition is definitely more than enough to enter the entertainment industry.

Walking out of the fitting room, the aqua blue matte skirt seemed to be familiar under the light, and there was a faint pattern like a snowflake flickering.

Song Shuyu looked at Liang Feiran and praised: "It's beautiful." ”

Liang Feiran was also polite, and said: "I also think it's beautiful." ”

Song Shuyu hooked his thin lips, standing beside Liang Feiran nobly and elegantly, he felt in his heart that this set of clothes was a little unworthy of Liang Feiran.