Du Muhan supported his chin with one hand and looked at the beautiful girl in front of him with some curiosity. She looked cold and arrogant.
The more I look at her, the more I feel that she is completely different from others.
How should I put it? A little bit special, a little bit mysterious, with some different views and ideas, like...
Du Muhan frowned and thought for a while before he understood why he felt familiar and why he had so abnormally approached her again and again in the car during the day.
That's because he felt her personality was a bit like his own.
Why hadn't he noticed or felt it before
Du Muhan was a little confused.
"Is it not okay to like it? Isn't this reason enough?"
For the original person, this was a challenging and interesting job, and it could also give her a sufficiently stable salary, so she chose this line of work.
But it has to be said that this job also has a certain appeal to Su Qiao.
This was an industry she had never been involved in before.
"That's enough." In Du Muhan's heart, the word "like" is stronger than any reason.
Because that's who he is.
As long as he likes it, he will do it. If he doesn't like it, no matter who forces him, it's useless.
"But I still have a sense of justice."
Su Qiao lazily leaned back on the sofa, combing her long ponytail slowly, "You're the only one asking me, why don't you tell me about yourself?"
"I?"
Du Muhan thought about it and shook his head slowly: "I don't have much to say. I'm a lonely man."
After a pause, he turned and pointed at the two little guys in the corner, and his voice was rarely filled with the flavor of fireworks: "Oh, and these two little friends."
"Why did everyone say behind your back that you were aloof, weird and quiet? I see you talk a lot, and when you do talk, you're pretty sharp-tongued."
After today's contact, Su Qiao didn't feel any of this at all.
Maybe it’s because others are not familiar with him
Du Muhan raised his eyebrows, revealing his dimples: "Cold, arrogant, weird, and quiet, shouldn't these be said of you?"
Su Qiao rolled her eyes: "I'm just too lazy to waste my energy and time dealing with boring people and boring things."
Du Muhan also shrugged: "I just don't like leaving the autopsy room, and I don't like wasting time talking nonsense with living people."
Oh shit!
"Then you told me so much, do you think I'm dead?"
Su Qiao glared at him, as if telling him that if he really dared to nod, he would be dead.
Seeing her eyes wide open and her cheeks puffed up, Du Muhan couldn't help but laugh softly.
"Ahem." Du Muhan covered his lips and coughed twice: "You are different."
This guy is quite sensible.
Su Qiao snorted: "What's the difference?"
Du Muhan's eyes fell on her slender, white and long hands, and he said very bluntly: "I like your hands."
"And then?" Could it be that, as a living being, she only has these two hands that are worth looking at
Du Muhan thought carefully for a while, "Well... I kind of like your personality."
Su Qiao was a little unhappy to see him squeezing toothpaste, and pointed at his face: "Don't you like my face?"
Du Muhan propped his chin with his hand and tilted his head to look at her carefully for a while, "If I say I don't have any special feelings, will you be violent to me?"
Su Qiao gritted his teeth.
There really are people who seek death!
"Can you say it again?"