Cannon fodder partner dressed as a disabled villain

The paparazzi stayed up all night.

After he came back, he excitedly sorted out the photos, only picked out two and sent them to the gossip account, and he was very satisfied with the results of his photos.

Those two photos are actually the two most vague ones, the one holding hands can only see the profiles of the two, and the other one can only see the back of Yun Yan, the boss's face is completely blocked.

In these two photos, not to mention that you can't see the big man's face, even Yun Yan's face can't be seen clearly.

When posting Weibo, it is natural to use the most eye-catching title, but the so-called "hammer" should be ambiguous, so that there is room for maneuver.

They make money by relying on this "room for maneuver".

He can be sure that Yun Yan must be shocked and angry after seeing these two photos. They have already sent a signal to Yun Yan's manager, and they will wait for Yun Yan and the others to make a decision to buy back the remaining photos from him.

Yun Yan's face cannot be seen clearly in those two photos, as long as Yun Yan is willing to pay a high price, they can naturally say that the person and Yun Yan just "look alike" and they "got it wrong".

As for whether the netizens believe it or not, they don't care about it. Yun Yan will naturally buy water troops to control public opinion.

And that boss, the paparazzi drank another cup of coffee, thinking excitedly, the bid of this boss is likely to be higher than Yun Yan.

It's not a glorious thing to be a married man. After he sees the photo, he will definitely find a way to delete it immediately. He doesn't need to contact him at all. This big guy will naturally find him.

People like them are helpless and rely on such a small "skill" to live. The bosses don't even bother to move their fingers, but they just take money to let them "scroll".

As long as the money is enough, he is happy to "scroll".

Now, the Internet has become full of enthusiasm. He has nothing else to do when he sits here, and there is only one thing to say.

— Waiting for money.

The computer interface stayed in the photo folder, and he looked at the few clear photos left, and lit another cigarette triumphantly.

However, just as he exhaled a smoke ring, he suddenly thought he was dazzled.

A photo suddenly disappeared before his eyes.

He blinked hurriedly, waved away the smoke in front of his eyes, took a closer look, and another picture disappeared.

"What's going on!" He quickly pressed the cigarette, sat up straight, and moved the mouse, but found that the mouse was no longer under his control.

"What's the situation!" He swallowed, unplugged the mouse and plugged it back in, only to find that it still didn't move.

At this moment, everything on the screen suddenly moved rapidly, and the photos disappeared completely from his eyes one by one, and then the folder was exited, and even the folder was deleted.

Another folder opened, and it was another star's photo - he hadn't collected all the materials, and he wasn't ready to release it yet.

"...Don't! Don't, don't, don't...!"

He frantically shocked the mouse and pressed the keyboard frantically, but the computer was not under his control at all, not only the photos about Yun Yan and the unknown boss, but also hundreds of photos he took so hard The photos were deleted one by one before his eyes!

Holding the computer screen in his hand, he felt chills all over, and suddenly remembered that his mobile phone was still plugged into the computer!

He hastily unplugged the data cable of the mobile phone, and turned on the mobile phone tremblingly - all the photos and important information in it were gone.

Looking back at the computer screen again, he found that the recycle bin was opened, and the deleted photos were still there. Just as he had a glimmer of hope in his heart, the screen stopped for a few seconds, and suddenly an interface he had never seen before popped up. Lines of code fly by so quickly that it is hard to see, but it reaches the bottom in a few seconds.

On the last line, a few blue words slowly emerged: 834 files have been completely shredded.

He stared at the screen breathlessly.

Suddenly, a large red character that filled the entire screen appeared on the screen: "Ah!"

He was taken aback, and as soon as he stroked his heart, he saw the next sentence: "Finally refreshed!"

"..."

"Don't you even install a firewall?" It was full of contempt.

"But it's useless to pretend." A mean smile.

"..."

Next is another middle-aged and elderly emoticon pack that fills the entire screen——

Cheers to our friendship!

"..."

What a fart!Fuck your friendship! ! !

——He knew that he was being targeted.

The paparazzi sat slumped on the chair, sweating all over his head—who the hell?Could it be Yun Yan or that boss?But the photo wasn't even posted for an hour...

But it doesn't matter, he hurriedly pulled out a mobile hard disk from the messy desktop - fortunately he still has a backup!

In the hands of a paparazzi, it is absolutely impossible to lack a backup.

He immediately called the person in charge of the gossip account that posted the Weibo account: "I was targeted, and that person deleted all useful things in my computer! Fuck it! I don't want the money, I will now In the past, I gave you the photos from your side, and sent them all to me! Send them out!!!”

"..." The phone was silent for two seconds, and then a timid voice sounded: "I think it's impossible."

"how?"

"All the computers in our studio have been hacked, and the screens are scrolling through your messages, and..."

The paparazzi hurriedly asked, "What?"

"I'm afraid the person you offended this time is not easy to deal with..." The person on the phone sighed and said, "The other party asked me to bring you a sentence. In the future, no studio will dare to accept the information you provide, unless you want to close down sooner." ,Then……"

"Then what?"

The other person swallowed, and said cautiously: "I advise you to change careers early and be...be a person."

"..."

After the paparazzi hung up the phone, he still didn't believe in the evil.

He was almost sure that Yun Yan or one of the men must have done it—they wanted to cover up the information, but they were not even willing to pay?He just didn't want to make them happy!

He called his tech-savvy friends and knocked on their doors in the early morning with a computer in hand. In the end, they shook their heads and told him that there was nothing he could do.

After nine o'clock, the mall finally opened.

The paparazzi picked up the mobile phone and mobile hard drive, ran to the nearest computer city, bought a brand new mobile hard drive, and opened a sample machine.

If no platform is willing to post it, he will post it himself!

First, copy the backup from the hard drive...

He carefully inserted the hard drive into the computer, his heart pounding—the computer did not respond abnormally.

He heaved a sigh of relief, yes, it is understandable to trace him to his home, but it is impossible to trace him here.

He also inserted the newly bought mobile hard disk, and copied the contents of one disk to the other.

The progress bar moves forward bit by bit, 70%...90%...98%

... 99%.

The progress bar suddenly stopped moving.

Paparazzi's heart skipped a beat.

In the next second, he saw that the progress bar that had already reached 99% had actually gone back! ! !

The files that had already been copied disappeared rapidly one by one!

He immediately pulled out both hard drives from the computer!

He didn't know what was left in those two mobile hard drives. At this moment, he just felt terrified.

At this moment, two lines of words appeared on the computer.

"Baby, be good."

"Your two discs have been destroyed."

"Stop struggling."

……

"Hold!"

He slammed his fist heavily on the computer in front of him.

……

Half an hour later, he reluctantly paid compensation for the maliciously damaged prototype and walked out of the computer city.

Light a cigarette and quietly doubt life under the sun.

...It suddenly occurred to him that he had forgotten to care about the follow-up development of this matter, presumably Yun Yan had already shown his hypocrisy, and when he thought of a way, he would definitely...

When he opened Weibo, he found that things were not as he imagined.

#云失rail彭# Under this hot search tag, it turns out to be everyone’s rainbow farts.

"Mom, what kind of fairy love is this!!!"

"I'm going to pick a lemon to neutralize the excess sugar in a □□! It's so sweet!!!"

"Looking at my husband who looks like a dead dog every time I go shopping with me, I drew out a 30-meter long knife..."

Paparazzi: "???"

After a while, he finally saw the Weibo that Yun Yan posted two hours ago——

"Seeing this trending search, a question mark slowly popped up in my mind..."

"Please rest assured, my legs are fine."

"I'm disappointed you guys, this handsome guy who makes your legs go limp is my husband [smile], I'm lying in his arms right now and sending this Weibo..."

Maybe it was because the sun was too big, the paparazzi looked at the "hahahahaha!" and "ahhhhhh!"

Scrolling up, Yun Yan also posted another Weibo:

"As for a certain paparazzi and a certain gossip V, I suggest you go to the ophthalmology and brain departments."

"Technology is already very advanced. If you don't know what a prosthetic is, the suggestion here is to remake it."

"Study scientific and cultural knowledge hard, don't be full of male robbers and female prostitutes, and add your own strength to a harmonious society, isn't it good?

Paparazzi: "..."

The hand that lit the cigarette trembled slightly.

At this moment, he suddenly received a message from the operator of the gossip account: "You said you too, why did people send us such false information without realizing it? Our gossip account also needs credibility. OK!"

...Is it because I have been scolded and have not made any money?

The paparazzi stared at a cigarette from the beginning to the end under the sun.

In deep doubts about life, he finally decided to end his paparazzi career...

……

Three hours ago, after Yun Yan finished posting those two Weibo posts, he felt uneasy, got out of bed in his pajamas and barefoot, just ran to the door, hesitated for a while, thinking that he hadn't brushed his teeth and washed his face, would it be like this... …not too good?

But after thinking for a while, he rushed out of the room without hesitation.

Ten seconds later, he knocked on the door of Shen Shuheng's room.

After a while, I heard a voice from inside: "Come in." The voice was tense.

Yun Yan was a little happy, subconsciously straightened his hair, and then turned the handle of the door.

The curtains were slowly opened, the morning light shone into the room, the fresh air system was running quietly, and the temperature in the room was moderate.

Shen Shuheng was covered with a thin silver-gray quilt, leaning against the head of the bed, holding his mobile phone and looking at him gently, his whole body looked extraordinarily soft.

The wheelchair was beside the bed on the other side, and the prosthetic limbs stood next to the bedside table, glowing with metallic luster.

Although covered with a quilt, the mutilated limbs were still very conspicuous. Shen Shuheng remained silent, but felt a little nervous.

Yun Yan closed the door behind him, still looking dazed: "Did you...see the trending searches?"

He asked the question knowingly - Shen Shuheng was holding the phone and looked much more awake than him, so he probably knew it already.

Shen Shuheng said "um", "I've already let them deal with it."

Yun Yan didn't know how he was going to "handle it", so he nodded ignorantly, walked a few steps towards the bed, and rubbed his hair again: "Then... have you seen my Weibo post?"

Shen Shuheng looked at him deeply and nodded.

"Then..." Yun Yan adjusted his state, and said: "I said yes... Should you fulfill my wish?"

He didn't have the nerve to say the words "Weibo posted in your arms".

After finishing speaking, he looked at Shen Shuheng with a smile, with a little charm in the corner of his eyes, thinking that he was charming.

But he didn't know that in Shen Shuheng's eyes, he clearly looked like he was not awake, with a cute face and trying to seduce others, even the roots of his ears were red, so cute that he exploded.

Shen Shuheng hooked the corners of his mouth and opened his arms.

Yun Yan made a "yeah" gesture to himself in his heart, and rushed over happily, getting into the thin quilt.

Shen Shuheng was a little stiff, but he didn't dodge. Instead, he hugged the shoulder that was snuggled up to him naturally, feeling a cool toe touching his foot, and his furry head was arched into the socket of his neck.

Putting a hand on his chest, Yun Yan seemed to have finally calmed down, closed his eyes and yawned: "How did you deal with it? That paparazzi doesn't know what to think..."

Shen Shuheng handed him the phone.

Yun Yan opened his eyes, picked up the phone, and was surprised to see a few photos that were not on Weibo.

"After hacking his computer, these photos will not be sent out, and they are all here with me."

That's good!

Yun Yan was very satisfied, how could his husband's photos be spread out casually, otherwise he might be jealous to death!

Flipping over one by one, the sweet scene is divided into frames, and the people who watch it blush.

"He's pretty good at taking pictures... Isn't it good to be a photographer? Really..." Yun Yan turned to one of them and stopped: "Look at this one, it takes a picture of you so handsome!"

Shen Shuheng looked at the photo with some emotion in his eyes.

It turns out... looking at Yun Yan himself, this is the case.

The love in his eyes couldn't be hidden at all, and of course, there was no need to hide it.

"Send it to me quickly, I want to keep it private!"

Shen Shuheng smiled unconsciously and forwarded the photo to him.

Looking at his side face with a pleasant smile, Yun Yan was stunned for a while, his heart was pounding, and he leaned forward to kiss the corner of his lips.

Shen Shuheng froze for a moment, and was about to hug him and kiss him back, but found that the person in his arms slipped into his arms like an ostrich, and muttered softly: "I was woken up by sister Lin's serial killing calls early in the morning. I'm so sleepy... let me sleep a little longer..."

After all, adjust yourself to a comfortable position, and soon stop moving.

Shen Shuheng stopped, touched the top of Yun Yan's head helplessly, and let him hold her, her breathing gradually became steady.

The incompleteness of the right leg seemed insignificant in the warmth of the moment.

Shen Shuheng knew that Yun Yan never mentioned what he was worried about, but he always kept it in his heart.

The curtains were drawn slowly, blocking the glare of the light.

His heart was soft, and he began to look forward to the morning when he woke up with Yun Yan in his arms.