Du Muhan propped his chin with one hand and looked curiously at the beautiful girl in front of him who 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? It's a bit special, a bit mysterious, and the views and ideas are a bit alien, like...
Du Muhan frowned and thought for a while before she understood why he felt familiar and why he would talk to her so abnormally and repeatedly during the day in the car.
That's because he thinks her personality is somewhat similar to his.
Why hadn't he noticed or felt it before?
Du Muhan is a little confused.
"Is it okay if you like it? Isn't this reason enough?"
For the original person, this was a challenging and interesting job, and it also gave her stable enough pay, so she chose this line of work.
But I have to say that for Su Qiao, this job also has a certain appeal.
This is an industry she has never been involved in before.
"That's enough." In Du Muhan's heart, the word 'like' is stronger than any reason.
Because he is such a person.
As long as he likes it, he will do it. If he doesn't like it, there is no point in forcing him.
"But I still have a bit of a sense of justice."
Su Qiao lazily leaned back on the sofa and combed his long ponytail slowly, "Just ask me, why don't you tell me about yourself?"
"Me?"
Du Muhan thought for a while and shook his head slowly, "I have nothing to say, I am alone."
After a pause, he turned and pointed at the two little guys in the corner, with a rare hint of fireworks in his voice. "Oh, and these two Little Friend."
"Why did everyone say behind your back that you were aloof, eccentric and didn't like to talk much? I see that you talk a lot, and when you talk, you have a very poisonous mouth."
After contacting it today, Su Qiao didn't feel this at all.
Maybe it's because others aren't familiar with him?
Du Muhan raised his eyebrows and revealed his dimples. "Aloof, arrogant, weird, not talkative. Shouldn't it be you who are talking about this?"
Su Qiao rolled his eyes. "I'm just too lazy to waste energy and time dealing with boring people and boring things."
Du Muhan also shrugged. "I just don't like going out of the anatomy room, and I don't like wasting time talking nonsense with living people."
Damn it!
"Then you talk to me so much and you think I'm dead?"
Su Qiao glared angrily, seeming to tell him that if he really dared to nod, he would be dead.
Seeing her eyes widening and her cheeks bulging, 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 slender hands, and he was very straightforward Underground Passage: "I like your hands."
"Then what?" Is it possible that, for a living person like her, only these hands on her body can see?
Du Muhan thought carefully for a while, "Well... I kind of like your character."
Su Qiao looked at him like he was squeezing out toothpaste, and felt a little unhappy, pointing at his face. "Don't you like my face?"
Du Muhan put his chin on his hand, tilted his head and looked at it carefully for a while, "If I say there is no special feeling, will you be rough with me?"
Su Qiao ground his teeth.
There really are guys who seek death!
"Do you have the ability to say it again?"