The King of Close Soldiers of the Beauty President

The paparazzi was terrified and dragged into a small room next to him. He was quickly tied with a rope and tied to a chair.

At this time, he also saw clearly that the person who tied him up was the man holding hands with Su Qingcheng that he photographed that day.

"Brother, what are you doing? I didn't break the law..."

The paparazzi saw Ye Zhibing on the opposite side with a faint smile on his lips, playing with a gleaming dagger in his hand, and his heart trembled.

Ye Zhibing raised his eyes, looked at the paparazzi with a smile, and asked, "You said you didn't break the law? Didn't you break into a private house? It's not illegal to break into a private house. Don't tease me, okay?"

The paparazzi knew he was in the wrong, but he was thicker than a brick in this kind of job, so he immediately defended himself: "Brother, I'm here to work, not to steal..."

Ye Zhibing smiled and asked: "Oh, you are working? Over the wall and ran into other people's property, secretly working? Then tell me, what is your job, you want to climb over the wall and enter other people's home in the middle of the night?"

The paparazzi smiled and explained: "Brother, I'm a reporter? An entertainment reporter, do you understand?"

Ye Zhibing chuckled, "Are you a reporter? Where's your press card?"

Where does the paparazzi have a press card, and in a hurry, he lied: "I forgot my press card, it's at home. Everyone, let me go, I'll show it to you when I get home."

Ye Zhibing snorted disdainfully, is he treating himself as a fool?
Let you go, will you come back with your press card?

Ye Zhibing stepped forward and stuck the paparazzi's face with a dagger, letting him feel the texture and temperature of the metal, and then said, "Tell me, what is your name, and why did you sneak into the house in the middle of the night."

The paparazzi rolled his eyes, "Brother, my name is Huang Shihong, and I'm a reporter. I'm here because I have an interview mission, please believe me."

Ye Zhibing is also ahhh, over the wall to conduct an interview, and beautify his candid behavior, isn't he ashamed?
"You said your name is Huang Shihong?" Ye Zhibing looked at the paparazzi, reached out and took out a wallet from his pants pocket, "Then I'll see if I have your ID and verify that you are not lying. By the way, in front of me Lying can have serious consequences."

The paparazzi saw the familiar wallet in Ye Zhibing's hand, frowned and looked carefully, hey, isn't this the wallet of his own, and there is a scratch on it, which was scratched by his naughty son with a pencil sharpener.

But why is his wallet in the hands of this young man in front of him?

The paparazzi was instantly terrified.

People can take away their wallets without anyone noticing, on the contrary, they are unaware.

If he wanted to take his own life, he would die in a daze, and there was no reason for him to do so.

Ye Zhibing rummaged through the paparazzi's wallet and found a driver's license.

"Qian Xiaobing, oh, so your name is not Huang Shihong, but Qian Xiaobing."

Ye Zhibing took his driver's license and compared the photo on it with the paparazzi in front of him, isn't it the same person?
This proves that the paparazzi lied to themselves.

The paparazzi panicked and hurriedly said: "Brother, Huang Shihong is my former name..."

Ye Zhibing clicked his tongue, "Tsk tsk, you didn't have the same surname before and now, so how many fathers do you have?"

"One, one, brother. I used to be my father's surname Huang, but after my parents divorced, I took my mother's surname Qian. That's how it happened. I didn't lie to you."

Ye Zhibing smiled slightly, noncommittal, and continued to look through his wallet.

He found an elementary school tuition receipt and a family photo.

"Qian Zihan, a second-grade student at Nanwan Primary School. Qian Xiaobing, is this your son's name?"

Qian Xiaobing did not expect that he put the tuition receipt in his wallet, but revealed his family privacy.

He has secretly photographed other people's privacy all his life, but he did not expect that the news of the present world would come so quickly, and people would comment on his privacy.

"Is this your wife? Tsk tsk, she's pretty."

Ye Zhibing held Qian Xiaobing's family portrait, Liang gave him a look, and then continued talking.

The more Qian Xiaobing listened, the more flustered he became. He felt that everyone knew what happened tonight. He just pretended to be confused, and the other party also pretended to be confused.

Everyone pretends to be confused, and if they are tied up, they will naturally suffer.

Ye Zhibing collected some information from Qian Xiaobing's wallet and thought it was enough.

"Qian Xiaobing, do you know what I do?"

Qian Xiaobing shook his head, he was concerned about Su Qingcheng.

As long as Su Qingcheng's relationship with a man is photographed by him, he will be successful.

As for whether that man is a cat or a dog, the public doesn't seem to be interested.

Ye Zhibing suddenly changed his grim expression, and threw the dagger on the table.

Immediately, the dagger pierced the wood three-pointed, and inserted into the tabletop painted with tung oil, the tail was still trembling.

"Qian Xiaobing, remember with me. I am a gangster. I used to cut down no less than 100 people on the street with a knife. I cut off not a hundred arms and feet, but seventy to eighty. Now you offend me. For me, I know your son is in the second grade of Nanwan Primary School, you know what will happen..."

Qian Xiaobing is a candid cameraman who doesn't know how to fight or kill.

Seeing Ye Zhibing's murderous look now, he felt his heart pounding.

Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case, it won't be that he really wants to attack his son, right?
Qian Xiaobing's face suddenly turned pale, and his whole body trembled.

Ye Zhibing's intimidation worked, and Qian Xiaobing had no scruples about anything else, but his son was his treasure.

Three generations of single pass, can you not be a baby?

"Brother, tell me what you want me to do. I promise, just let my son go, he is innocent."

Qian Xiaobing was counting on the other party to let his son go.

Ye Zhibing smiled slightly and said, "What you said is true?"

Qian Xiaobing nodded: "As long as you don't think of my son, I will listen to you."

"Okay, I'll trust you for a while. Tell me, who ordered you to secretly take pictures of Miss Su?"

Qian Xiaobing said creakingly, "Yes... yes..."

Ye Zhibing stared, and said coldly: "It seems that you just said that you listened to me, and you are deceiving me? How about it, it's late today, and I will bring a knife to your son tomorrow to have a chat."

Qian Xiaobing was in a daze, brought a knife and chatted with his son?
Such a horrible thing must not be allowed to happen, he pleaded: "Brother, don't, don't, I say, I say."

"Then just tell me, if you lie to me, I won't believe anything you say."

"Brother, I'm telling the truth. President Wang of the Evening News Agency instructed me to do this. He said that as long as I managed to secretly take a photo, he would pay me [-] yuan."

"What's Mr. Wang's name?"

"President Wang's name is Wang Dameng."

Ye Zhibing thought for a while, and said to Qian Xiaobing: "As the saying goes, treat a person with his own way. Qian Xiaobing, if you don't want to see your son have an accident, within three days, you can take pictures of him. The kind of photo of Wang Dameng."

"Three days...I..." Qian Xiaobing looked embarrassed.

"Why? Are you not afraid that something will happen to your son?"

Ye Zhibing showed no mercy to Qian Xiaobing, he was the cause of the trouble, and it was only right to suffer a little bit.