paranoid boy he is crazy and sweet

The man lowered his hat and secretly sent the picture to his employer. He had been secretly photographing this beautiful girl for some time.

Although his employer is uncertain, he is indeed very generous with the money, and he has made a lot of profits in recent times.

"Sister, have anything strange happened around you recently?"

As Mu Zechuan spoke, he glanced at the man with his hat lowered not far away. If he had read correctly, that man was secretly filming, and the camera was pointed at Chu Lian.

She didn't look like an ordinary paparazzi. Chu Lian wasn't famous enough that paparazzi would take pictures of her. Instead, she seemed to be hired by someone.

"Something strange?" Chu Lian frowned slightly and filtered through the itinerary of the past few days. Then he shook his head and said, "No, there is nothing strange?"

"What's wrong, Zechuan?"

Mu Zechuan put down the silver iron fork he was holding, stood up and slowly walked towards the man who was behaving strangely.

Chu Lian looked at his back in confusion, and saw him reaching out and whispering something to the man. The man was startled, then raised his head and looked at him in surprise.

"Sir, I don't understand what you are talking about!"

Mu Zechuan still had a slight smile, and his tone was calm but full of intimidation: "I just saw you secretly filming women. If you don't want to cause unnecessary losses and trouble, take out the camera tools!"

The man's hand under the table was holding the camera tightly. Facing the young man, he suppressed the courage that was comparable to that of his employer and grinned: "I don't understand what you are talking about. If you suddenly come over, I can call the police." You slandered me, little brother!"

"Oh?" Mu Zechuan saw that he was still in a tough-talking state, so he took out his cell phone from his pocket: "Then call the police and let the police handle it!"

Seeing that he was about to press the button, the man immediately stood up and ran. Mu Zechuan quickly put the phone into his pocket, grabbed his wrist and pulled it, and pressed down his back with the other hand.

"Hand it over!!"

Chu Lian witnessed this scene and immediately took out her mobile phone from her bag and ran over. She quickly pressed a few buttons with her fingers: "Hey, 110? Someone is secretly filming women here."

The man struggled to escape, but was firmly held down by Mu Zechuan. Their movements attracted more customers.

The surrounding diners stood up one after another, took out their mobile phones to take photos and videos, and some began to whisper.

"Oh my god, there is a candid photographer in a place like this!!"

"The clothes he wears look like a dog. I didn't expect him to have such a habit."

The man's head was buried lower and lower. He wanted to avoid the ugly cell phone camera. He was desperate inside because he knew that even if his face was not photographed, his work and life would be over.

But he was really unwilling to do so, and his high-paying job and career were ruined.

When the police arrived, he obediently handed over the camera. Mu Zechuan and Chu Lian checked it together and found that there were only photos of the two of them sitting in a restaurant eating, and nothing else.

The man took a deep breath. Fortunately, he did his job neatly. Every time he sent the photos to his employer, he would back them up on his computer and clear them out of his camera. There was nothing wrong with this.

The police looked through the photos on the camera a few times, turned to them and said, "We will take him to the police station for questioning."

"I would also like you both to make a transcript together."

Chu Lian and Mu Zechuan looked at each other, nodded, and left behind the police. They left the farce in the restaurant and returned to normal business conditions.