This Warm Marriage is Bone-deep Sweet

  Chapter 364 Wen Orange, why are you?

  As the road conditions became more difficult, Yan Shiqi and the man had to get out of the car and walk.

  The driver is a security team member of the Qin family. She had met in Milan before.

  Three people walked slowly in from a deep alley that had been demolished. The bricks and rubble on the ground were messy spread on the ground, and the sound of the pile driver could be heard from a distance.

  Yan Shiqi walked beside the man in small white sneakers, creaking and squeaking between the soles of the shoes and the grit, which seemed a little crippled in the deep alley.

  The man did not know when he took her hand, walked through the deep alley, and then around a section of alley. In front of the door of an adobe house, Mu Yi and four other security personnel were standing smoking.

  Here is a place out of sunlight.

  The surrounding dust was dusty and the environment was messy and shabby. Mu Yi and others stood in front of the earthen house wearing black suits, looking out of place.

  He saw their figure and walked quickly with a cigarette. When he stood still, he nodded, "Four young masters, madam."

  The man passed his shoulders and looked at the surrounding environment, his deep voice was suppressed very low, "How is the situation?"

   "Still dizzy. But the clothes are intact. It should be scared. It's okay."

  Mu Yi briefly described Ling Mi's situation with no expression on his face. He couldn't hear any compassion, as if he were a routine.

   "Who did it?" the man asked.

   Hearing the words, Mu Yi faintly raised his eyes, and the next second his cold eyes fell on Yan Shiqi's body impartially.

Ok?

  Yan Shiqi was at a loss, looking at Qin Baiyu, then at Mu Yi, and pointed her nose at her, confused.

   Seeing her expression like this, the corners of Mu Yi's mouth twitched, he cleared his throat, and walked away, "She is behind the room."

  The man did not speak, and led Yan Shiqi to the back of the adobe house.

  Mu Yi and other security personnel kept a moderate distance and followed them to protect them.

  While walking, Yan Shiqi inadvertently clasped the man's palm, feeling a little nervous.

  Mu Yi's eyes looked strange just now.

  Stepping on a dirt road paved with gravel, Yan Shiqi and the man just walked to the vicinity of the adobe house, and walked out alone behind the broken fence.

  Black clothes, black pants and black boots!

  As soon as she saw the other party, Yan Shiqi was stunned for a few seconds, then instantly let go of the man's hand, walked quickly over, and hissed, "Wen Cheng, why are you?"

  It turns out that Wencheng is here!

  Could it be that Mu Yi looked at her with difficulty just now because it was Wen Cheng who kidnapped Ling Mi?

  Yan Shiqi had no time to think about it, and when she was surprised, she stepped forward and hugged Wen Cheng.

  In such a warm Lucheng, she was still wearing black clothes, just a black jacket, not leather clothes anymore.

  Yan Shiqi let go of her, looked into her eyes that looked exactly like her, and waited for her to speak quietly.

  After embracing her, Wen Cheng dropped her hands and pursed her lips and smiled. When she was about to speak, she heard the sound of a police car honking from a distance.

  The people from the police station are here!

  At this time, Qin Baiyu, who was standing by, turned around and glanced at Mu Yi. The latter nodded intently, and led a few others to leave quickly in the direction they had come.

  Yan Shiqi heard the sound of the police car and unthinkingly pulled Wen Cheng to leave, but after two steps, he looked around again. Where is it suitable for Tibetans?

   Seeing her behavior, Wen Cheng loosened the corners of her lips, smiled lightly, and said calmly, "Follow me!"

  She saw Yan Shiqi’s intention to protect her, regardless of whether she knew the reason for her presence here, the first time the police car appeared, she subconsciously wanted to take her away.

  Wen Cheng's heart was filled with warm currents.

  I have been cold for a long time, suddenly meeting her, like a spring breeze in the twelfth lunar month of winter, with the warmth of melting frost, flowers bloomed in her heart.

  (End of this chapter)