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

The driver was a member of the Qin family's security team, and she had seen it in Milan before.

The three of them walked slowly from the mouth of a deep alley that had been torn apart, the bricks and rubble on the ground were messily laid on the ground, and the sound of a pile driver could be heard in the distance.

Yan Shiqi walked beside the man in small white shoes, the friction of the soles and the grit creaked, and he looked a little crazy in the deep alley.

The man took her hand at some point, walked through the deep alley, and bypassed an alley, where Mu Yi and four other security guards were standing and smoking cigarettes in front of the door of an adobe house.

Here, the sun doesn't shine.

The surrounding was dusty, the environment was dirty and dilapidated, and Mu Yi and the others stood in front of the earthen house in a black suit, looking out of place.

When he saw their figures, he puffed out his cigarette and walked quickly, and when he stood still, he bowed his head, "Four young people, madam." ”

The man walked over his shoulder and looked at his surroundings, his deep voice low, "How's it going?"

"Still dizzy. But the clothes are complete, I should be scared, it's okay. ”

Mu Yi briefly described Ling Mi's situation at the moment with an expressionless face, and he couldn't hear any compassion, as if it was a routine.

"Who did it?" the man asked.

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

Well?

Yan Shiqi was very dazed, looking at Qin Baiyu, then at Mu Yi, and pointed at the tip of his nose, confused.

Seeing her expression, the corners of Mu Yi's mouth twitched, he cleared his throat and turned sideways to get out of the way, "She's in the back of the room." ”

The man didn't speak, and took the inkstone and walked to the back of the adobe house.

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

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

Mu Yi's eyes looked at her just now, revealing strangeness.

Walking on the dirt road covered with gravel, Yan Shiqi and the man had just walked to the vicinity of the adobe house, and a person came out from behind the broken fence.

Black clothes, black pants, black boots!

As soon as he saw the other party, Yan Shiqi was stunned for a few seconds, then let go of the man's hand in an instant, walked over quickly, and asked with a boo: "Wen Cheng, why are you?"

It turned out that Wen Cheng was coming!

Could it be that Mu Yi looked at her very indescribably just now, because the person who kidnapped Ling Mi was Wen Cheng?

Yan Shiqi didn't have time to think deeply, and stepped forward to hug Wen Cheng in surprise.

In such a warm Lucheng, she is still wearing black clothes, but a black jacket, no longer a leather coat.

Yan Shiqi let go of her, looked into her eyes that were exactly the same as herself, and waited quietly for her to speak.

After Wen Cheng hugged her, he lowered his hand and pursed his lips and smiled, and when he was about to speak, he heard the sound of a police car honking in the distance.

The people from the police station are here!

At this time, Qin Baiyu, who was standing on the side, turned around and glanced at Mu Yi, who immediately nodded in understanding, and quickly left in the direction where he came with a few others.

Yan Shiqi heard the sound of the police car, and without thinking, he pulled Wen Cheng and planned to leave, but after taking two steps and looking around, where is it suitable for Tibetans?

When Wen Cheng saw her move, he loosened the corners of his lips, smiled lightly, and said calmly, "Follow me!"

She saw Yan Shiqi's intention to protect her, whether she knew the reason why she was here or not, the first time the police car appeared, she subconsciously wanted to take her away.

This made Wen Cheng's heart pass through a burst of heart-warming warmth.

After being cold for a long time, I suddenly met her, just like the spring breeze in the cold winter wax moon, with the warmth of melting frost, which made the tip of her heart bloom.