Generally speaking, interests and interests are related, and only due to chance and fate will one be entangled by evil spirits.
Jinghe is just a security guard for Xingtutu. He only cares about parking spaces and visitors. He is not the only security guard, so he should not be entangled.
That white-haired woman...
Thinking about it, Yun Tuan quickly asked a few more questions:
[Cloud]: What features? Can you try the light to see if it can capture it?
[Cloud]: Viewed from the side, does that young man have a forward tilt of his neck?
There was silence on the other side for a long time.
[Jinghe has initiated a private chat invitation, do you agree?]
"Agree."
Then a very shaky picture appeared. To be precise, the people in the picture were clear and the scene was clear, but the thing lying on the young man's shoulder was very blurry.
As if shaking at super high speed in a very short distance, she left something similar to an afterimage in the camera.
This woman's hair is very long, reaching her waist, and her limbs are slender. She looks like a young person.
The curvature of the cervical spine of the young man who was pressed by her was different from that of ordinary people. This cannot be caused in a short period of time. So... this young woman with white hair has been following this person for a while.
It has weight.
Either the resentment is very serious, or... this person is still alive, but his body is in a deep sleep. He is a patient with serious injuries that cannot be recovered, and is on the verge of life and death.
I have to find a way to track this pretty boy.
However, Mr. Gu should soon push this young man to the forefront, or hand over some of Xingtutu’s powers to him.
This way you can see it all the time.
The private chat interface is still beating.
[Jinghe]: No, you can’t capture it with light, it’s all messed up, she clearly didn’t move.
[Cloud]: It’s time to upgrade the equipment.
[Jinghe]: Weird question, are you on the set? Can Xiaoxi secretly take a photo of my brother, and I will make it into an emoticon and send it to you later?
[Yun Tuan]: Yes, yes, but you want to drag me into being beaten together?
[Jinghe]: No, I guess, if I say it was you who did it, you won’t get beaten.
[Yun Tuan]: Your brother doesn’t hit women?
[Jinghe]: Let’s fight. The enemies are divided into men and women, but you are a little cloud! Oh, my team leader is here, let’s not talk about it now, remember to take pictures! Bye!
Yun Tuan looked at the last few sentences on the screen and finally understood why Jing He suddenly changed the group chat to a private chat.
"I really deserve a beating."
Emoticons... Jing Yu usually has a straight face, will he have any exaggerated expressions?
[Aha! Anchor! I finally found the place where I surpassed Senior Guang! It can’t capture photos hahahaha!]
Xiaoxi's arrogant laughter echoed in the hotel suite.
It actually sounds like the background sound of a horror movie.
"Xiao Xi, this is a live broadcast. If Guang sees it, nothing will happen to you when you go back, right?"
Yun Tuan put the ivory miniature carving in his pocket for later use, stuffed the freshly dried peace charm into a small cloth bag, and hung it around his neck.
[It doesn’t matter, Senior Buyehou will protect me!]
Yun Tuan nodded and looked at the time, it was only after ten o'clock.
Just as she was hesitating between going to the crew to observe the situation and then returning to the hotel to get Ban Yong's lunch, or waiting until lunch and then going to the crew, the phone rang.
"Hello, hello."
"Is this Ms. Yun Tuan? I have brought food to Master Ban. Can you please go downstairs and get it?"
Opposite was a middle-aged male voice, mellow and deep, like a jar of aged wine.
"Okay, I'll be downstairs in five minutes, please wait."
"Okay, see you later."
Yun Tuan packed up his belongings, sprayed on sunscreen, and went downstairs.
At the front desk of the hotel, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes with gray hair on his temples was carrying a lunch box the size of a suitcase, standing upright like a cypress.
Yun Tuan walked over quickly, "Hello..."
After a meaningless exchange of pleasantries, she dragged a lunch box that was about half her height and called the driver of Banyong’s nanny car.