This Warm Marriage is Bone-deep Sweet

  Chapter 334 The scumbag's routines!

  Late night, half past eleven.

  In the suite bedroom of Qin’s Hotel, there are two night lights on the corner of the wall.

  The faint orange light tore through the dark night, and Yan Shiqi was lying in bed without sleep.

  She put her hand under the pillow, rubbing the smooth mirror of the phone.

   After nine o'clock, she sent a message to Wen Cheng, but there was no reply.

  Since the man beside her was asleep, she turned her phone into silent mode.

  Waiting a little anxiously, this also caused her to turn on the screen from time to time in the silent night, to see if there was any news from her.

  Waiting like this from time to time, watching, when the time shows 11:3, a WeChat message is uploaded on the screen.

   Tension, anticipation, mixed emotions.

  Yan Shiqi cautiously held the phone, adjusted the screen brightness to the lowest level, opened WeChat, and it turned out to be warm orange.

  She stayed in the mood all night and slowly fell to the ground.

  Wencheng’s WeChat name is very peculiar: Yi Dead Bird

  In WeChat, she replied with a sentence.

  Dead Bird: Sorry, just finished.

  Yan Shiqi turned over and carefully poked the screen with her phone.

  17: It’s okay...

  After she said this sentence, she clicked to send, and she wanted to say something, but she typed a few words and she deleted it again.

  That kind of mood is roughly similar to that of being close to hometown.

  Two people who were so similar had inexplicably intended to get close, but they stopped moving, fearing that they would abrupt each other.

  Maybe, Wen Cheng is in the same mood.

  On the chat box of two people, words like [the other party is typing...] flashed from time to time.

  After hesitating for a while, they sent a message at the same time.

   Dead Bird: What are you doing?

  17: What are you doing?

  ……

  At the same time, a dilapidated factory building on the outskirts of the Imperial Capital was desolate and dark, and half-waisted weeds swayed in the wind. The ground was too empty, and the wind sounded like howling, creepy and terrifying.

  This is the site of a glass factory that has been abandoned for many years. It is located in the wilderness on the outskirts of Beijing and is off the beaten track.

  Because of this, the warehouse of thousands of flats is dominated by Wen Orange and there is a cave inside.

  On the first floor of the factory building, the smell of various dust and debris, broken glass slag, and paint buckets for dyes were scattered all over the floor, and an old van was also parked at the entrance.

  The opposite is the second floor for living.

  Wen Cheng is sitting in her tent at the moment, this is her only home now.

  The tents of Xiaoliu and a few others lined up. Behind the last tent is their ‘weapons’ arsenal.

   said they were weapons, but in fact they were nothing more than plastic fake guns, clubs and axes.

  Wen Orange, the so-called captain, is actually a professional debt collector who specializes in helping some companies and institutions to collect accounts.

  She is unemployed and homeless, but she has judo skills.

  At this moment, near midnight, they had just gone to a villa to collect debts.

  Wen Orange's thin white face was colored, a blood mark was obvious, and the corner of his mouth was hurt.

  She reclined in the tent, with one leg bent, she was holding her phone and looking at the screen.

When   received Yan Shiqi’s ‘what are you doing’, the corners of her blue lips were inadvertently convulsed. Although she hurt her injury, she didn’t even notice it.

  Holding the phone for a few seconds, she still replied.

  Dead Bird: I didn't do anything, and sent a message to you.

  After sending it out, she curled up her fingers, pressed the corner of her lower lip, and added another one.

   Dead Bird: Are you free tomorrow? Meet for a cup of coffee?

  Once the message was sent, Wen Cheng looked at the page and raised her brows. How could it be like the scum-men's routine of dealing with objects...

  (End of this chapter)