She stood there with a deadly face, and she didn't dare to think about it anymore, and her body trembled uncontrollably.
"Mrs. Lan, are you okay? Do you want me to help you go upstairs to rest?" The guard glanced at the photo on the ground.
I can't see it. Mr. Lan, who looks decent, will do this kind of thing. Extramarital affairs, his wife's big belly is about to give birth, it is really bastard and three levels!
"I'm okay." She said, a smile and firm tone, "Can you please help me pick up the photos, I am not very convenient now."
The guards would nod, squatted down and picked up the photos sprinkled one by one, returned to her hands, and finally shook their heads and walked back to the guard room. [
She didn't care too much about the attitude of the Guardian Cup. She seized the stack of photos back to the file bag, and held it tightly on her chest to hold it out of the building.
She raised her head and let the sun shine from the wetness in her eyes. Today's sunlight is so strong, and she is so hot that people's eyes are sour and want to shed tears.
It's okay, it's okay, it's just a few photos. It can't be explained at all.
After finishing the psychological construction for herself, she took a deep breath, bowed her head with a smile, and accidentally collided into a pair of unsatisfactory eyes, as if it was indicating that something would happen, and the eyelids jumpedless.
Tang Shaolun? How could he be downstairs in her house? Did he see the scene just now?