Chapter 812

It's like living under the surveillance of the other party 24 hours a day without any privacy.

However, Lu Shaobai bought a villa with good public security. If an outsider wants to go in, he must contact the head of the household who lives in the villa by telephone before he can let it go.

Yan Ran, Joe can only go back so much.

As an artist, she is afraid that when she enters the hotel, her hind foot will be found. Like watching aliens, she keeps chasing and shooting.

Qiao Yan Ran in the heart head choked a breath, vomit not to swallow.

She was just a little bit more temperamental, and when she was seldom wronged, she would directly take it back when others gave her face.

But now to these crazy fans and all pervasive remember, there are some concerns.

Lu Shaobai is now on the cusp of the storm. All the people are looking for his black materials all the time. They even make things up to discredit his reputation.

I want to drag him to hell.

If something happens again, it will be even more difficult for these people to make up a story.

But such a bad breath, so swallow down, Qiao Yanran really not reconciled, her eyes a turn, the corners of her lips show a smile of unknown meaning.

Xiaoyuwan looked at her with a bad smile. She was a little scared in her heart.

This Qiao Qiao, temperament skin of very, also be fond of playing, now see her so smile, small fish ball know Qiao Qiao Qiao again think of what bad idea.

A wild horse is full of bad water.

Small fish ball is intentional want to test some, but Qiao Yanran mouth is very firm, refused to say.

Qiao Yanran thought of a way, refreshing, from the evening ordered the city's professional tools, more money, let the other party in an hour to send.

The other side readily agreed.

Even 20 minutes ahead of what Qiao Yanran expected!

Soon, xiaoyuwan will know what Qiao Qiao bought - it's the costume of the haunted house.

Tonight's moon, was covered by the clouds, hairy, Qiao Yanran found a hidden corner, for such a white dress dyed with blood, hair, really quite frightening.

She made a quiet detour behind several cameras.

Several paparazzi were buried in the grass, bitten by mosquitoes, and their mouths were not clean. They were always swearing.

Qiao Yanran dyed a mouthful of blood with blood and reached out to touch a reporter's face.

"Are you upset? Don't get next to me

The paparazzi thought it was other people ambushing in the grass. He lowered his voice and let out a cry of anger, but he soon came back to himself -

there is no one on his right hand, isn't there?

The neck is chilly.

There was some cold liquid dripping on his neck. The paparazzi subconsciously touched it with his hand. When he saw the blood in his hand, he was startled!

In such a hot summer, he was scared out in a cold sweat.

By the dim moonlight, the paparazzi saw the figure standing behind him, a cold air along the tail vertebrae, straight to the top of his head.

This

This is a female ghost!

He didn't listen at all just now. This thing stood behind him. I don't know how long it has been. The more he thinks about it, the more numb his scalp becomes.

He wanted to run, but his hands and feet were so soft that he couldn't move at all. He was so scared that he screamed.

Joe Yan looked at him so timid and turned his lips.

What are you doing with your camera running around at night?

"Ghost, ghost!"

Several other paparazzi listened to his shouting and barking, and subconsciously turned back.