The queen's wife is too sultry

"Don't get excited, don't get excited, we're all on our own." The voice laughed and flattered.

Under the dim street lights, a figure slowly stood up from the car door.

The man was not tall, only half a head taller than the black Cayenne. He seemed to be very scared, with his hands raised above his head, his neck curled up, and he looked at Lin Mo and Ye Zhen from a long distance.

Lin Mo squinted his eyes, stretched out his hand to protect Ye Zhen behind his back, and coldly shouted at the shadowy shadow: "Get out!"

"Hey, I'm coming out right now, don't get excited, they're all on my own."

The man's voice was hoarse and dry, and it sounded like dry wood. Apart from being born with it, such a voice is usually only available to people who have been smoking all year round.

Ye Zhen hid behind Lin Mo, watching the man slowly moving towards her like a snail, the lights were dim, and she didn't see his face clearly until he approached.

A very thin and malnourished face.

The man was thin and thin, with a monkey-cheeked face that was waxy yellow, with prominent cheekbones. He was wearing a melon skin hat, with sparse eyebrows, and eyes that were as small as mung beans were scrutinizing Ye Zhen.

He was still several steps away from Ye Zhen, but there was already an unpleasant smell of smoke entering Ye Zhen's nostrils. She frowned and couldn't help but take two steps back.

Lin Mo moved, his tall body blocked his undisguised gaze on Ye Zhen, and his tone was very cold: "Who are you? What are you doing beside the car?"

The man slapped his head, hurriedly took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Lin Mo, smiling obscenely and ingratiatingly: "Good brother, I just took a look at it casually, your car is so awesome, I haven't seen it before."

Lin Mo didn't even look at his smoke, his sharp eyes like a falcon started from his smiling face and slowly moved down inch by inch.

The man's body froze, it was obviously an invisible gaze, but he felt as if an X-ray had swept across his body, and he was too frightened to move.

He folded his hands on his abdomen honestly, swallowed, and smiled dryly: "W-what's the matter, big brother?"

Lin Mo's eyes finally settled in the man's bulging leather jacket pockets. He stared at the man and said without any emotion: "Hand it over."

The man pretended to be stupid, and adjusted his elbow to cover his pocket, "Why can't I understand what you are talking about?"

His lies are full of flaws, but they are still trying to be strong.

Lin Mo frowned, too lazy to talk to him, and said expressionlessly: "Take out the mobile phone in your pocket."

He said, reaching out to the man.

Startled, the man took two steps back immediately, reached out to protect his pocket, and looked at Lin Mo warily, "How do you know that?"

He obviously hides it well.

Lin Mo sneered, "You are hiding in the front of the car, I have already seen it clearly from the rearview mirror."

Ye Zhen frowned, her eyes gradually turned cold.

Sure enough, it was another paparazzi who secretly took pictures of her.

She is really dedicated to squatting next to the car in such a cold weather.

It's just that this man's appearance seems to be quite different from the usual paparazzi.

She squinted her eyes, her voice was as cold as broken jade, and she said to the man, "Which media are you from?"

The man bowed his head, put his hands in his pockets, and did not speak.

For a moment, he raised his eyes slightly, his gray eyes shone with a cold and sly light, and the street lamp hit his face, casting a shadow on his rugged face.

In an instant, his temperament was completely different from that of just now.

There is still a half timid and flattering appearance.

"Miss Ye, there is something to discuss, you are so cold, it's hard for us to talk..."

He took a cigarette from his ear, lighted it with ease, held the two pieces to his mouth, took a deep breath, and exhaled lead-gray smoke, which drifted into the cold winter night.

The sparks of the cigarette butt flickered faintly.

"Just now I just took a few random photos, it's harmless."

"But..." the man smiled rascally, "I've been squatting for so long, it's impossible to just hand over the phone to your bodyguard for nothing."

Lin Mo's face was dark and heavy, and he was about to step forward, but Ye Zhen grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Following the man's words, she said lightly, "What do you want?"

The man's face was shrouded in smoke, his expression was blurred, and his voice was tentative and sinister:

"Miss Ye is so smart, she must know what I want."

"If you don't tell me, how would I know?"

The man took a step forward, his voice was hoarse and rough like sand, "Well, it's almost Chinese New Year, I don't want more, how about 500 million?"

Lin Mo turned around and said without any hesitation: "Miss, you don't need to waste time talking with this kind of person, I'll just handle it."

After he finished speaking, he ignored Ye Zhen's instructions and strode towards the man with a very gloomy expression.

At the beginning, the man was smoking a cigarette very calmly, but when he saw Lin Mo's approaching shadow, he finally showed some panic on his face.

"Don't mess around, if something happens to me, the photo just now will be sent out immediately."

Lin Mo was unmoved at all, and approached the man with extremely oppressive steps. The powerful muscles wrapped in the black suit were tense, ready to explode.

Ye Zhen stood in the distance, letting him move, watching with cold eyes, without any intention of stopping him.

The man threw away the cigarette in his hand and looked back, only to realize that there was a dead end behind him, and there was no way out.

He looked panic-stricken, and shouted towards Ye Zhen's figure: "Wait! I have something to say to Miss Ye..."

Ye Zhen didn't even blink her eyelids.

The man opened his mouth, his big eyes were filled with panic, he was about to say something, suddenly something flashed in front of his eyes, then his neck tightened, an irresistible domineering force grabbed his neck, his feet were off the ground , like an eagle catching a chick.

"500 million, you deserve it too?" Lin Mo showed a rare expression of contempt and disdain.

The man was sweating profusely in horror, but at this moment there were very few people around, and the night was so dark that no one noticed what was going on here.

He hurriedly begged for mercy: "I'll give you the phone, you put me down..."

Lin Mo's eyes didn't change at all, he put more effort into his hands, the man's collar was gripped by him, and it became difficult to breathe.

Realizing that the burly man in front of him would not let him go easily, the man's face turned pale, and he struggled violently while grabbing Lin Mo's hand, while gritting his teeth and shouting loudly: "Miss Ye , don't you want to know the truth about your mother and Ning Hongjing breaking up back then!"

The woman in the distance still didn't respond.

In an instant, the man was in an ice cellar, his legs kicking violently in the air, trying to get rid of the shackles in front of him.

After a while, the voice of stopping came out, Lin Mo's eyes froze, the strength in his hands disappeared, and the man fell to the ground with a "bang".

"Ouch──"

The man was lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment, his cheeks were covered with dust, he was about to get up, when a shadow covered him.