Su Qiao left very simply, but after leaving the bedroom, a thought flashed in his eyes.
"Don't... hit her?"
Who to hit?
who is she?
Didn't it mean that he had no relatives?
It seemed like this guy was hiding something from her.
Let's just say it's not that simple. In which plane could his life experience be so simple?
In the bedroom, Du Muhan sat quietly on the bed with his head propped up for a while, then got up and went to the bathroom with a bad expression.
When he came out again, he had regained his usual elegance and calmness, and his pace became unhurried and calm again, as if the person who was haunted by nightmares not long ago was not him.
Su Qiao didn't ask too much. There are some things that only he would let go if he was willing to tell them.
And now, the relationship between her and him probably hasn't reached the point where they tell each other their secrets.
He helped him fill a bowl of pork rib soup. "I have a day off tomorrow, do you have time?"
They are still investigating the female corpse case Tao Junhui, and there has been no major progress. Su Qiao's preliminary analysis report has been handed over to Tao Junhui. It is up to them to decide whether to use it as a reference.
However, she guessed that the old team members in Major Crimes Unit would not take it seriously.
Especially after she guessed wrong before and thought that Headless Female Corpse was Ding Peixin, they probably didn't believe her even more!
Su Qiao When she was at work, she faintly heard someone talking about this matter in the toilet, saying that she was suitable for writing novels and scripts.
So she decided to simply give herself a day off.
"Yes."
Du Muhan raised his left hand tied with gauze. "My hand is injured. I can't work for the past two days. I can only do some tests and observations, and tomorrow is Sunday."
He probably forgot that he didn't have Sundays before. If there were no accidents, he would stay in his anatomy room every day, 365 days a year.
"Then follow me to a place tomorrow! My car is small and can't fit in enough, so I'll take your car there."
Su Qiao's car is a red Renault Koleos, and the space inside is not as big as that of 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 much.
*
The next day, Su Qiao still adhered to her original dressing habits, wearing a classic black skirt, black leather jacket, black boots, and long hair. She looked cold, arrogant and mysterious, with an aura of two meters and two.
Du Muhan I don't know why, but today I also wore a black shirt, gray vest, and gray pants. The two of them walked together, and they looked like they matched their temperaments very well.
Su Qiao directed him to the Commercial Street, where he shopped for more than an hour, and then directed him to drive the car to the northern suburbs.
Du Muhan Although he is curious in his heart, he is not someone who wants to immediately find out the answer to everything.
His character, most of the time, has a happy-go-lucky quality.
Quietly, not forcing anything, nor taking the initiative to pursue anything, just staying in your own corner doing your own thing quietly.
It wasn't until their car parked in front of a Orphanage that he understood Su Qiao's destination today.
Although it was unexpected, he still didn't say much. He just followed her instructions and moved everything out of the car and handed it over to a mute middle-aged man who ran over and kept writing.