Everyone thinks the protagonist will be blackened

The performance of abc47 on the stage has ended. The host is announcing that the managers of the two companies have come to the stage to sign a contract for cooperation. Everyone else has already entered the stage, except for Bai Yuefan. The host called him a few times, and the people in the audience also started Look around for him.

Bai Yuefan wanted to rush out, but after making He Hua go through a lot of trouble, her face was red and her ears were hot, her clothes were messy, and a small tent was already propped up between her legs, so she really didn't have the face to go out to meet people.Qian Ren also took the initiative to look for him, and called out loudly in the field, he was so anxious that he could only ask for help like He Hua, hoping that he could help him solve the current situation.

He Hua closed the curtains with his hands back, wrapped the two of them in darkness, and whispered in his ear, "You must not make any noise, or if someone comes over, with our posture and yours Look, my father will have to sell his son to you."

Bai Yueguang shook his head vigorously, his eyes were still a little unquenchable, and he also suppressed his voice and said: "Can you move your legs away... I always make you stand like this here, it's a bit... that, My calf is a little sore from squatting..."

He Hua pushed his knee between his legs, and he could only stand in a squatting position on a horse, his thighs and calves were indeed a little sore.But in fact, what he was afraid of was not the muscle soreness, but the leg rubbing against the inside of his legs from time to time, which made his skin always crispy and itchy.Not only was he soft, but he was also soft, as soon as his legs softened, his body slid down, and then the more delicate part was held up by He Hua's thigh through his trousers, the feeling was indescribable.

He Hua withdrew that leg, still pressed him tightly against the wall, touched the strap of the pinhole watch and asked, "Is there no infrared camera function?"

"No..." How nice!

I am really the number one stupid [bi——]!I bought such an expensive thing, and now I use it all on myself!

He tried his best to straighten his legs, took a deep breath and narrowed his stomach, and tried his best to stick the stickers on the wall, no matter how they stuck together, he still stuck to He Hua. In the end, he had no choice but to ask him to stay away: "You press me Okay, can you stay away? The things I photographed will not be released, and I will give you the marriage certificate (it’s a fake certificate anyway), and you let me clean up, otherwise I won’t be able to go out to meet people in a while!”

He Hua stroked his tall hair, buttoned his chest again, smoothed off his shirt, looked at it carefully under the dim light from the curtains, and finally smiled with satisfaction: "Okay, that's about it." , just one last question—”

The word "problem" drew a long accent, and his hand dropped quickly until it landed on a slightly convex part. His smile was as pure as Lei Feng's doing good deeds when he happened to be interviewed by a TV station: "Here, too. You can solve it, otherwise, how will Boss Bai go out to greet guests in a while?"

His fingertips slid across Bai Yuecan's lower abdomen, pinched a small piece of metal hidden behind the placket, and then pulled it down sharply and resolutely.

"Shoot-"

A white light flashed in front of Bai Yuepan's eyes, his teeth trembled slightly, his whole body and soul were taken over by another person's hand, what he saw when he raised his eyes was nothing but vague shadows, and the movements of that pair of hands that were deeply imprinted in his mind A completely irrelevant look of clarity and a gentle smile.

I'm wrong.

I should have believed in Qian Ren, and consulted Mr. Lei with him before attacking the protagonist.

The wet tissue covered his body, and when he faintly lost consciousness, the name "Mr. Lei" appeared in his mind inexplicably, and then he was immersed in the intense pleasure of his soul coming out of his body.When he fully woke up, he found that he was already sitting on the bay window, his clothes were neatly packed, and the key parts were not wet at all.

Only the watch camera on the right wrist is gone.

The things recorded in it must not be circulated!But he wants it back from He Hua... The question is, does he dare?Even if he dares, the force value is too high, and he can't even snatch it back...

Perhaps they should find security guards, but those security guards are less courageous than Qian Ren, who would want to do such a thing that offends the protagonist?

There was a lot of laughter on the stage, and there was a lot of voices in the audience. Bai Yuexuan sat alone on the cold bay window, and a sad and sad ancient poem suddenly appeared in his brain, which had been influenced by European and American capitalist civilization: "The crown is full of Beijing, and the man is alone."

Amidst all the laughter, someone finally spotted his shrunken figure huddled in a corner.

Qian Ren hurriedly walked around half of the venue and rushed to him, and asked nervously: "Why are you sitting here? When signing the contract, everyone looked for you everywhere but couldn't find you. What did you say to He Hua just now? What did he do to you?" How about it? I said you should consult with Mr. Lei, don’t think about what happens when you come out, what if you are stimulated by him so that you become black in advance!”

Amidst his series of caring words, Bai Yuexuan raised his head abruptly, his face was pale, his eyes were red, and he looked as if he had a weak kidney and a weak heart.Qian Ren was afraid that what he said would scare him too much, and wanted to comfort him, but Bai Yuefan stood up abruptly, gritted his teeth and asked, "Tell me Teacher Lei's Weibo address! I'll consult him!"

He shook off Qian Ren's hand, and strode towards the exit with strides, but halfway he couldn't help turning his head, his eyes wandering in the hall, looking for something from the tall and low heads on the seats under the stage.

Qian Ren asked from behind, "What are you looking at?" Then he suddenly turned around as if he was shocked, and said in a low voice, "Let's go!"

After the signing meeting, He Hua took He Xiaodi back to the hotel by car.This time the younger brother is considered a bumper harvest. He collected half of the copies just by signing, and even took countless photos on his mobile phone. On the way, he opened them one by one and showed them to He Hua. He also asked him if he had a group photo. Post a few yourself.

It's a pity that He Hua was only focused on saving the three views of the fallen youth this night, and didn't pay much attention to the stars, so he had to promise his brother that he would take a photo and send it to him if he had the opportunity in the future.After driving the little brother back to the hotel, and when he got home, He Hua realized that the house was not as deserted as usual. There was sitting in the hall a young man with a full head of colorful hair and clothes that were rare and ordinary little yellow chicken pajamas - he looked a little bit eye-catching. The student was He Shao who had removed his heavy makeup.

"...Xiao Shao?" He Hua stopped in his tracks, carefully scrutinizing his clean face, trying to restore his appearance after makeup.

He Shao lifted his chin and rolled his eyes, feeling like he came back instantly, and said coldly with his hands in his hands, "I'm not waiting for you specially, it's my teammate who asked me to convey something to your brother... They like this fan very much, So let me tell you something, they will reserve a ticket for him at the fan meeting on my birthday next month, if he can attend, let him attend!"

After finishing speaking, he secretly glanced at He Hua, then took out his mobile phone and pretended to play.

He Shao's birthday is naturally He Hua's birthday, on March 3th, and school will have already started by then, and younger brother He will definitely not be able to come.However, according to He Shao's awkward temper, the so-called invitation to fans is just an excuse, He Hua smiled knowingly: "He Di will start school by then, and he will definitely not be able to go, but I can keep this ticket for me." Is it? I also want to participate in the fan meeting."

He Shao looked down at the phone, and replied vaguely for fear that people would understand: "You can go as long as you want, anyway, it's the ticket they prepared, it's the same for anyone who goes."

His head was almost stuck in the screen of the phone, He Hua said "OK", and walked quickly from behind the sofa, but when he walked in front of him, he suddenly stretched out his hand, and stopped standing upright after he took a shower A rub in the hair.

Well, it feels better than when I killed Matt.

Ignoring the roar from behind, he briskly returned to the office and turned on the computer to deal with the work accumulated during the day.It's been long enough for He Dong to stay at home these days. Since his father has let him go once, from now on, he doesn't have to indulge his father's willfulness anymore, and his life should get back on track.

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Since the installation of the 400 telephone number, most of the consultants who value privacy have communicated directly by phone. When I am away, they often leave messages on the phone and wait for my reply. The number of online consultations is much less than before.But last night, when I went back to look through the private messages on Weibo, I found that there was another help letter, which was sent by the newly registered Alphabet Xiaohao, and the content seemed to be quite urgent.

He asked me: "Mr. Lei, I lost a copy of the video to the protagonist, how can I get it back? Urgent! Wait online!"

I glanced at the message time, it was already a few hours ago, but I never received a consultation call on my phone. I guessed that he should be waiting for me online, so I asked him in the reply: "What is it like?" How did the video fall into his hands?"

The trumpet quickly replied: "It's a video that involves my personal privacy. Once it is sent out, I will be treated as a fickle yd by readers. How can I get it back?"

I comforted him a few words, and then asked him: "Have you tried to find the protagonist? According to my experience today, he is not the kind of person who intentionally destroys people's reputation, but... he knows the content of the filming Is it? It may be too late now, everything the protagonist sees will be written into the main plot."

The trumpet lit a row of candles for himself, showing a feeling of lovelessness: "He took this photo for me with his own hands, he saw everything, even where I didn't see, he Look... my camera lens is still equipped with infrared rays, hehe [manual goodbye]”

I can feel the resentment on his body through the computer. After thinking about it, I comforted him: "Everyone doesn't want to encounter this kind of thing, but readers should know if they know it. It's fine if relatives and friends don't know. If you believe me If you don’t want to go, you can ask the protagonist. If you don’t dare to go by yourself, you can find friends and relatives. Before he is blackened, some things are easy to solve. Wait a few days for him to be blackened or reborn. You don’t want to come if you want gone."

I don't know what these words reminded him, but the trumpet suddenly became excited: "You are right, as long as he is reborn, he will not have this thing. When did you say he was reborn? Will he be reborn as a child or just now?" The time when Kaiwen was opened? I hope he is reborn as soon as possible."

I hurriedly posted it before I even finished typing, what is the purpose of this?I think he was a little too excited, and if he thinks about it, he can think of how to kill someone, so I poured cold water on him: "How can you be sure that you will still have this memory after he is reborn? He was reborn with memory Yes, it is easy to reproduce this video, but you may not know everything by then."

But this trumpet has never replied to me since then, even the normal forwarding, commenting and likes are gone. Probably its users have given up this account and disappeared into the vast crowd.

Numbers can be hidden, but people cannot.

I flipped through his message from the beginning, and saw his identity from the first sentence.It's just that I probably know his behavior style, but he doesn't know that I am a person who specializes in all kinds of death, so I can really give him an idea with a higher safety factor.

Forget it, this is probably destined.