Chapter 334

Late at night, 11:30.

In the bedroom of Qin's hotel suite, two night lights are on in the corner.

Weak orange light tore the dark night, inkstone when seven lying in bed without sleep.

Her hand is under the pillow, rubbing the smooth mirror of the mobile phone.

At about nine o'clock, she sent a message to Wen Cheng, but she didn't reply.

As the man on her side is sleeping, she turns the phone into silent mode.

Waiting for some anxious, which also led to her in the quiet night, from time to time by bright screen, want to see if there is her news.

In this way, I waited and watched from time to time. When the time showed a quarter past eleven, a wechat message was uploaded on the screen.

Tension, anticipation, mixed emotions.

Yan Shiqi carefully holds the mobile phone and adjusts the brightness of the screen to the minimum. When he opens wechat, it turns out to be Wen orange.

She hung all night and slowly fell to the ground.

Wen Cheng's wechat name is very strange: Yi dead bird

In wechat, she replied with a sentence.

Yi dead bird: sorry, just finished.

Inkstone when seven turned over, carefully holding the phone poke screen.

17： It doesn't matter

With this sentence, she click send, and want to say something, but typed a few words, and she deleted.

That kind of mood, roughly similar to the fear of it.

Clearly so similar to the two people, inexplicably produced the intention to be close, but stopped, afraid of abrupt each other.

Maybe, Wen orange is in the same mood.

Two people's chat box, from time to time flash [the other party is input...] such words.

After a moment's hesitation, they sent out a message at the same time.

Yi dead bird: what are you doing?

17： What are you doing?

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At the same time, a dilapidated factory building on the outskirts of the imperial capital is desolate and dark. The weeds on the half waist are shaking with the wind. The wind sounds like crying, weird and frightening.

This is the site of a glass factory that has been abandoned for many years. It is located in the wilderness in the suburb of Beijing and is rarely visited.

Because of this, the warehouse of thousands of square meters is dominated by several people of Wencheng, and there are other caves in it.

On the first floor of the factory building, the smell of all kinds of dust and sundries, broken glass slag, paint buckets of dyes, were scattered all over the ground. A very old van was also parked at the entrance.

On the contrary, the second floor is used for living.

Wen orange is sitting in her tent, which is her only home now.

The tents of Xiao Liu and other people are arranged in turn. Behind the last tent is their "weapons" warehouse.

Weapons, in fact, are just plastic fake guns, sticks and axes.

Wen Cheng, the so-called team leader, is actually a professional debt collector who specially helps some companies to collect debts.

She has no job, no home, but she has judo skills.

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

Wen orange's white face was painted, a blood mark was obvious, and the corner of his mouth was also injured.

She reclined in the tent, bent up on one leg, holding her cell phone and looking at the screen.

When she received the sentence "what are you doing" from Yan Shiqi, the corner of her blue and purple mouth inadvertently stirred up. Although it hurt, she didn't feel it.

Holding the mobile phone hesitated for a few seconds, she still gave a reply.

Yi dead bird: nothing. I'm sending you a message.

After hair, she curled up her fingers, pursed the lower lip corner and added another one.

Yi dead bird: are you free tomorrow? Meet for coffee?

As soon as the message is sent, Wen Cheng looks at the page and frowns. How can this be like the routine of the slag man