"No objections." The plaintiff said.

"Plaintiff, do you make it clear that the defendant you are referring to leaking your privacy is the relevant content that the defendant and the third person talked about in the car, is that true?" The female judge asked.

"Yes, I have dashcam audio and video recordings as proof." The plaintiff said.

……

"Now for the final statement. The plaintiff made a case. The female judge said.

"I think that the defendant's chats with others have exposed my private information, seriously affected my personal image, and caused a lot of mental pressure on my life and work, and now my colleagues and neighbors look at me with sarcasm.

The defendant has seriously violated my personal privacy and destroyed my right to reputation, and I ask the court to support my claim in accordance with the law. The plaintiff held an A4 piece of paper and read. His tone was subdued and emotional, and he should have practiced it many times before.

"The defendant makes a final statement." The female judge said.

According to the defendant, the right to privacy is a personality right enjoyed by natural persons to control their personal information, private activities and private spheres that are not related to the public interest.

Whether it constitutes an invasion of privacy must meet the general elements for tort liability: 1. The victim has indeed had his privacy compromised; 2. The perpetrator's conduct is unlawful; 3. There is a causal relationship between the illegal act and the harmful consequences; 4. The perpetrator is subjectively at fault.

If the above requirements are not met, it does not constitute an invasion of privacy.

Returning to the present case, the defendant confided his misfortune to his friend while driving, the purpose of which was to obtain the comfort of his friend and relieve the unhappiness in his heart, which shows that the defendant did not have the subjective intention or intention to slander the plaintiff.

In addition, the defendant and his friends talked about the plaintiff's private life, but the chat between the two parties took place in a relatively closed environment, which was not known to the public and was never exposed to the public, so that the plaintiff's social evaluation was not lowered. There was no fact that the plaintiff's privacy had been compromised.

As for the gaze of others, we believe that this is the plaintiff's self-perception and does not represent the fact that the plaintiff's privacy has been compromised.

To sum up, we believe that the defendant's behavior did not cause the plaintiff's so-called serious mental damage, and we sincerely hope that the plaintiff can dare to face life and get out of the shadow in his heart. Complete. Fang Yi said.

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After signing the transcript, Fang Yi walked out of the gate of the court, he looked left and right, and saw the angry appearance of the plaintiff in the court, Fang Yi was really afraid that the plaintiff was hiding on the side of the road, and suddenly jumped out and slapped bricks on his head, but ...... It's Fang Yi who thinks too much.

After the trial, Fang Yi called the parties as usual and informed them of the trial.

In the office of the director of the fair law firm, after Gu Qingping lost his temper, he picked up the purple clay pot and poured it like a cow's drink.

"I don't believe it, just because he can turn the sky upside down. Xiaoqing, you recently arranged the work in your hand and kept an eye on the Justice Law Firm, so I don't believe that he doesn't make mistakes. Gu Qingping gritted his back molars.

Wu Xiaoqing nodded: "Okay, I'll arrange it immediately." "What's the trouble, I haven't been angry since I came back from the last meeting of the Bar Association, impulse is the devil! Impulsiveness is the devil!

On the October 1 holiday, the criminal case of Fang Mao's daughter-in-law, Zhao Cuixia, was scheduled to be heard at 9 a.m. on Thursday morning, the second week after October 1, at the city's Intermediate Court.

Fang Yi called Cao Xiaohui to discuss taking his son Fang Anzhi back to the village for the festival, thinking that she would obstruct it, but she didn't expect Cao Xiaohui to agree very happily.

Waiting at the county station to return to the small public in the village, Fang Yi asked Fang Anzhi about his recent studies, but he didn't expect to get a shocking news.

"Dad, my mom looks like she's dating." Fang Anzhi said mysteriously.

"How do you know?" Fang Yi looked at his son with some surprise.

"I heard my mom call, and someone asked her to go to the city to watch a movie." Fang Anzhi tilted his little head and said.

"Maybe your mother's colleague asked her to go to the city to watch a movie." Fang Yi smiled.

"Probably not, my mother always calls behind my back, and if it was her colleague, she wouldn't call behind my back." Fang Anzhi scratched his little head and said.

"You are a little spy, you don't care about the affairs of adults, study hard." Fang Yi said with a smile.

"Why is it none of my business, what if my mother is deceived?" Fang Anzhi retorted.

Uh......, Fang Yi was choked.

The red leaf brand small public in the village is still so shabby, the car battery is placed on the iron frame behind the driver's seat, the wires are exposed, the engine cover is loose, and the car jumps and jumps, the seat is exposed with sponge and the iron frame underneath, and it is very uncomfortable to sit on it.

The road was full of potholes, the car rose and fell with the road surface, and the people in the car also fell together, Fang Yi's buttocks were very painful, and his internal organs were churning.

But at this time, Fang Yi didn't have the heart to scruple about these, although he and Cao Xiaohui had already divorced, but when he heard the news of Cao Xiaohui's dating, Fang Yi still felt awkward.

But after thinking about it again, now the two of them are alone, and Cao Xiaohui can date whoever she wants, and she has nothing to do with herself, she just hopes that she will have a good home.

The only concern in his heart is his son Fang Anzhi, if his ex-wife remarries, he wants to take his son Fang Anzhi to his side so that his son will not suffer.

After getting off the small public, Fang Yi pulled his suitcase and took Fang Anzhi to the village, but was blocked by a group of sheep at the entrance of the village.

"Fang Yi, Fang Yi, it's my son." Not far away, Ikuko was waving his arms at him.

The son in front of him was thin and dark, wearing a cheap green camouflage uniform, a camouflage hat on his head, and his body was covered with grass blades. Fang Yi stared at it for a long time before he recognized it.

"Son, these sheep are yours?"

Fang Yi was pleasantly surprised, and he could see that Shengzi had come out of the shadow of losing his child.

"Yes, Brother Mao helped me apply for a poverty alleviation loan, I used the loan to buy, a total of more than 20 sheep, most of them are with lambs, and by the beginning of spring next year, there will be 50 or 60 sheep.

At this rate, there will be hundreds of sheep by the year after that. The money I owe to the villagers and the village is estimated to be paid off in less than five years. Shengzi said excitedly as he coaxed the sheep into the village.

"Okay! Giving birth to children. The day will be fine in no time! By the way, why did you come back at noon? Fang Yi asked.

Fang Yi knows that people in the village generally raise sheep in free-range and do not raise them in captivity. There are many mountains around the village, and the people in the village raise sheep with dry food and water, and drive the sheep to the mountains early in the morning to graze the sheep, and go there for a day, and then go back when the sun is almost set. The advantage of this is that it is low-cost, but it is very labor-intensive, and someone has to watch the flock.

In the words of the villagers, this work is too "tethered". Most of the people in the village are reluctant to do it, preferring to raise pigs rather than go through the mountains to herd sheep. If it weren't for the impossible, I am afraid that the birth of a child would not have done this job.

8,000 words again! Four chapters! Ask for monthly passes, recommended tickets, and collections! The new book needs a lot of support from everyone! Bow and thanks!

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