Another point is that it’s no wonder that people say you shouldn’t look for a boyfriend who is a doctor, because it means that you have no mystery in his eyes.
"Tonight..." While Su Qiao was in a daze, Du Muhan's gaze moved from her eyes, down to her lips that were shining with an alluring luster, and his face involuntarily moved closer.
As he got closer and closer, his eyes becoming darker and darker, Su Qiao quickly interrupted him: "Let's go to Sun Zhihao's house!"
Du Muhan licked his lips, feeling a little regretful, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "What are you going there for?"
Damn, this guy... This guy is too charming, this face, coupled with this look, this action, and this voice...
Su Qiao's heart beat faster, and he was really afraid that he would pounce on her right now.
No, no, our relationship has only progressed one step, it’s not time yet.
Besides, this is an office. How can you mess around in an office
Su Qiao secretly exhaled, pushed him away, and turned to get his briefcase.
"I want to find some recent photos of Ding Peixin and compare them with the skeleton features of the woman captured by the surveillance camera."
Anyway, Tao Junhui went to the hospital and couldn't go to Basha Island, so she had nothing to do.
The most important thing is, if they continue like this, they will probably perform some restricted action here soon.
This guy originally looked quite abstinent, but the truth was... this guy was not a vegetarian at all.
Well, Su Qiao had to admit that her potential as a nympho was suddenly aroused, and she was afraid that she would force herself on the man on the spot.
Du Muhan glanced down, buttoned up his black windbreaker, and took two deep breaths, "I'll go with you."
"Aren't you busy today?"
In the past, he stayed in his dissection laboratory all day long, and he seemed to be the busiest person in the world. He even ate there. Why does he seem to have nothing to do all day long now
Du Muhan put his hands in his pockets and shrugged his shoulders: "I haven't had a vacation for two years. This time I just took advantage of my hand injury to rest and handed the work over to others."
"Okay, let's go together."
*
Su Qiao quickly found some recent photos of Ding Peixin, scanned them onto the computer, and compared them with the disguised woman in the surveillance camera. He finally confirmed that the person in the surveillance camera was Ding Peixin.
While Su Qiao was busy sitting at the table, Du Muhan stared at the photo in the frame on the cabinet against the wall for a long time.
Su Qiao felt strange and walked over to ask, "Is there anything wrong with this photo?"
Du Muhan came back to his senses and turned the photo frame over: "There are words on the back."
Su Qiao had seen this photo when she first came to Sun Zhihao's house.
"Yes, the handwriting is very delicate. It was written by Ding Peixin."
"Because she grew up in a single-parent family, and lived with her father, and her mother left like that, it must have been very traumatic for her."
From Ding Peixin's childhood experiences and the clues left behind, Su Qiaoda could roughly understand how a person with a tolerant character could suddenly explode and do such a cruel thing.
"Maybe!"
Du Muhan did not comment and put the photo frame back in its place.
Su Qiao looked at him with some confusion, feeling that he seemed absent-minded.
Du Muhan reminded her: "Didn't you say you wanted to go see the room where she practices dancing?"
"Well, it's next door, go check it out."
Su Qiao put away the computer, put the photo album back in its place, and then went to the room where Ding Peixin usually practiced dancing.
The room was very large, even larger than their living room. It was very spacious, with a floor-to-ceiling window in the front and the other three walls covered with mirrors.