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Chapter 129 The Photo Was Stolen
Li Jing was stunned, turned half of his body to look at her, and then his expression softened.

"May every year have today, every year have today."

She was annoyed: "It won't work if you say your wish!"

"Wishes come true on your own," he said in a distant voice, "gods can't hear the wishes of mortals."

His figure looked bleak in the evening wind, and Qiao Muli's hand was placed in the pocket containing the wild rose, which made her heart ache.

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Qiao Muli developed the photo and wrote "God" on the back, which was signed on her birthday.

She sealed the photo and placed it next to the vase of wild roses. She got up and packed her clothes to take a shower.

The second after Qiao Muli entered the bathroom, Tian Zhiyin pushed open the bedroom door and sat down on the chair wearily.

She has been looking for inspiration to take pictures outside these days, but she doesn't even have a photo that can be used to participate in the photography competition.

Once the winners of this competition are selected, they will be awarded at least [-] yuan, and the first and second prizes will be [-] yuan and [-] yuan respectively.Such a high reward has attracted many people to participate.

Tian Zhiyin picked up the mirror and took a look at her face. After these few days of wind, frost and rain, her skin has become rougher.

Suddenly she caught a glimpse of a photo standing in the lower right corner of the mirror, she immediately turned around, picked up the photo, and her pupils suddenly dilated.

Qiao Muli came out of the bathroom, feeling a chill, and tightened her pajamas again.

"The two of them said they were going to watch Ah Wen's basketball game. Why haven't they come back at this point?"

She wiped her hair and walked to her seat, her movements suddenly stopped.

"Where's my picture?"

I searched around several times, but still couldn't find it.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Qiao Muli shrank his neck from the cold.

"Why didn't the window be closed?" She closed the window against the strong wind, and tidied up the messed up desktop again, "It couldn't have been blown away by the wind, could it?"

Qiao Muli glanced out the window, the trees downstairs were blown violently and shook their branches, and the passers-by were blown back again and again.

So she was even more sure that the photo had been blown away.

She sighed, "Forget it, let's rewash one."

The next morning, Qiao Muli re-edited the photos and took them for registration.

But in the afternoon, she received a call from the organizer.

"Miss Qiao, our competition only supports original photography entries. Your work is suspected of plagiarizing other people's works. It is recommended to change to another work."

"Plagiarism? How is it possible," Qiao Muli said in a firm tone, "The one that participated in the competition is obviously my work."

"Is it called "God"? But there is a lady who submitted the same photo before you."

Qiao Muli paused, "Can you tell me who the author is?"

"Let me look for it," came the voice of flipping the pages of the book on the other end of the phone, "Oh, it was submitted by a lady named Tian Zhiyin, and the time was 34:[-] last night."

Qiao Muli said in a deep voice, "She stole my photo and took it to the competition."

The other party also realized the importance of the matter, and his tone became serious: "Then you need evidence that can prove that you took the first shot. After providing it to us, she will be disqualified from the competition."

"My phone has the recording time as evidence," Qiao Muli smiled lightly, "But before announcing the result of the competition, can we not tell her the truth?"

Although the other party was puzzled, he still agreed to her request.After all, as soon as this photo was sent, it was well received by the judges, who all said that it was the person with the greatest potential to win the first prize.

(End of this chapter)