Su Qiao left very decisively, but after leaving the bedroom, a thought flashed through his eyes.
"Don't... hit her?"
Who to hit
who is she
Didn’t they say he had no relatives
It seems that this guy is hiding something from her.
I knew it wouldn't be that simple. In which dimension could his life story be simple
In the bedroom, Du Muhan sat quietly on the bed with his head propped up for a while, then got up with a bad look on his face and went to the bathroom.
When he came out again, he had regained his usual elegance and calmness. His steps became unhurried and he was calm and composed, as if the person who was haunted by the nightmare not long ago was not him.
Su Qiao did not ask too many questions. For some things, he would only let them go if he was willing to talk about them.
And now, the relationship between her and him probably hasn't reached the point where they can tell each other their secrets.
I helped him fill a bowl of pork rib soup: "I'm going to rest tomorrow, do you have time?"
Tao Junhui and his team are still investigating the female corpse case, but there has been no major progress. Su Qiao's preliminary analysis report has been handed over to Tao Junhui, and it is up to them to decide whether to use it as a reference.
However, she guessed that the veteran members of the serious crime squad would not take it seriously.
Especially after she guessed wrongly before and thought that the headless female corpse was Ding Peixin, they probably didn't trust her even more!
When Su Qiao was at work, she vaguely heard someone talking about this in the toilet, saying that she was suitable for writing novels and scripts.
So she decided to just give herself a day off.
"have."
Du Muhan raised his left hand which was bandaged with gauze: "My hand is injured. I can't work for the next two days. I can only do some tests and observations. And tomorrow is Sunday."
He probably forgot that he didn't have Sundays before. Unless something unexpected happened, he would stay in his dissection room every day of the year, 365 days a year.
"Then come with me to a place tomorrow! My car is small and can't hold all the stuff. You can drive your car."
Su Qiao's car is a red Renault Koleos, which has less space inside than a Land Rover.
"Do you need to pack a lot of things?" Du Muhan was a little curious about where she was going.
Could it be that he wants to go back to see his adoptive parents
But even if I go back to see them, do I need to buy a lot of things
"You'll know tomorrow." Su Qiao didn't explain further.
*
The next day, Su Qiao still adhered to her original dressing habits, wearing a classic black skirt, a black leather jacket, black boots, and long hair. She looked cold, arrogant, and mysterious, with an aura of two meters and two.
For some unknown reason, Du Muhan also wore a black shirt today, paired with a gray vest and gray pants. The two of them walked together, and they looked very compatible.
Su Qiao directed him to the commercial street and strolled around for more than an hour, and then directed him to drive the car to the northern suburbs.
Although Du Muhan was curious, he was not the kind of person who wanted to find out the answer to everything immediately.
His personality is often that of a go-with-the-flow type.
Quietly, without forcing or actively pursuing anything, just stay quietly in your own corner doing your own thing.
It was not until their car stopped in front of an orphanage that he realized Su Qiao's destination today.
Although he was surprised, he still didn't say much. He just followed her instructions, took all the things out of the car, and handed them to a mute middle-aged man who ran over and kept writing.