Finally completed the first draft, she quickly emailed it to her boss for review. While waiting, she pulled out her phone, wanting to send a Talk message to Ye He.
But she couldn’t find her phone at the moment. Shi Nian thought about it; maybe she left it at home in a hurry. So she opened the web version of Talk and sent a message to Ye He: "Babe, I’m in dire need... Um, lend me your Bra. Send it over by express, quick, or I won’t be able to leave the office building."
The message was sent, but after a while, there was no reply.
Ye He, this girl, who knows where she’s gone wild, probably didn’t hear it.
She thought she should just make a phone call and started looking for the phone in her briefcase again. free we\bnove(l).com
Suddenly—a "ding" seemed to pop in her mind, and she froze in her seat.
She remembered where her phone was—it wasn’t left at home, and it wasn’t in her briefcase.
It was confiscated by that Detective!
He left, leaving the handcuff key along with that mysterious business card on the ground at the alley entrance, but he didn’t leave her phone!
He took it with him, damn him, he took away the phone that recorded many of her private matters!
Having difficulty breathing, Shi Nian quickly logged into the phone’s cloud, trembling as she opened the photo album.
A phone is a modern person’s Achilles’ heel. Modern people can lose their ID cards, lose their wallets, lose their bank cards, but they absolutely can’t lose their phones! There are just too many secrets in a phone, for instance—those selfies in the photo album!
The synchronization records of the cloud unfolded instantly, Shi Nian clearly saw that all the photos in the album had download records within the past two hours! ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ N0velFire.ɴet
No need to ask, it’s certainly that damn policeman who did it!
Shi Nian couldn’t breathe, suddenly recalling the earlier Talk message. Her Talk can log in from both the computer and phone, which means—the message she just sent to Ye He could also be seen by the person holding her phone!
Oh my God, she couldn’t live !
Shi Nian guessed it right. In the past two hours, Tang Yanqing had been happily clutching her phone.
Her photo album contained various versions of her. Some photos showed her laughing like an innocent little girl, others were selfies taken drunk, posing in front of a mirror like a wild kitten, as well as group photos with Ye He and other colleagues, along with some candid shots with captions or audio...
As he looked through them, he couldn’t help but lose his smile and squint his eyes.
Her every move tugged at his nerves.
He couldn’t resist downloading her photos one by one. He wanted to make them all his own, so he could see her anytime he missed her.
Just then, a message popped up on her phone—he glanced at it then covered his mouth, suppressing a laugh.
She said she wasn’t wearing a Bra, she said she needed urgent help.
He sighed, stood up, casually grabbed a jacket, and strode out the door.
The sight of her not wearing a Bra—he had to see it for himself.
[Yesterday’s collection was good, more to come later.]