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When the elevator reached the first floor, Dr. Sun accepted the business card, "Okay, okay, as for me, I don't have a business card anymore."

The three of them walked out of the elevator together, and Detective Black waved his hands broadly, "It's all right, just call me if you have anything to do. Both of you, would you like me to give you a lift?"

Detective Black saw that Su Yin had been silent, and knew that it was probably because of Gu Jingzhou.

Just now, the way Gu Jingzhou carried that woman into the ambulance, he was obviously very nervous about her.Pity this kind and beautiful Miss Su.

"Miss Su?"

Su Yin smiled and shook her head, "No need, we drove here too, thank you, Mr. Detective."

"Okay then, I'll go first, pay attention to safety on the road."

Watching Detective Black drive away, Dr. Sun let out a long sigh, "It's actually a policeman. Fortunately, he didn't say that he wanted to check my ID card."

Seeing Su Yin lowering his head, Dr. Sun asked: "Do you really want to go back? How about we go up, catch that brat and give him a good beating, and ask him what he did? It's the middle of the night, and he's wet all over his body." .Still pretending to be mysterious, is there anything that needs to be hidden and not revealed?"

"No, I want to go back. I'm tired. It's almost time now. Uncle Sun, let's go back and rest. Aren't we going to see Ah Chun tomorrow? Didn't you promise to send him dumplings?"

Dr. Sun had no choice but to take out the car keys, "Okay, I'll ask him when I come tomorrow, I guess he might run back to the racecourse in a while and admit his mistakes to you, so don't be too sad. I think this kid There must be a reason."

"Yeah." Su Yin opened the car door and got into the car, looking dispirited.

Dr. Sun frowned and shook his head, started the car and drove to the pasture.

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In the ward, Gu Jingzhou had already changed into the clean clothes sent by his subordinates. He stood by the bed with a sullen face, looking at the sleeping Xie Zhuolin.

Under the light, Xie Zhuolin's face was still pale, her plump lips were pink, and her beautiful side face was set against the seaweed-like curly black hair that fell on the pillow, which was as moving as an oil painting.

A needle was inserted into her slender arm, and the liquid in the infusion tube was slowly flowing into her body.

The doctor said she was overly frightened, so the medicine was mixed with a small amount of sedative.

Gu Jingzhou stared at Xie Zhuolin and murmured: "I should sleep until tomorrow morning."

For many years, he hadn't stared at Xie Zhuolin's face like this. The past in Paris was vivid in his mind, and those details that he thought he had forgotten suddenly came out.

Young and frivolous, he was chased by Heather's men and hid in Xie Zhuolin's studio, where she hid her in the coffin of the pharaoh's mummy.

In the dark and suffocating space, he almost laughed out loud when he heard Xie Zhuolin's unflappable conversation in front of several burly men.

When the two were lingering, Xie Zhuolin let him say that he loves her, but every time he looked directly into her eyes, Gu Jingzhou couldn't say those three words smoothly.

On the streets of Paris, he sat there as a model for her, and Xie Zhuolin said that his profile was as good-looking as David.

In her works, his eyes are burning and affectionate, and the direction he always gazes at is the seat where Xie Zhuolin is sitting.

Xie Zhuolin on the bed suddenly frowned, her long eyelashes fluttered, and her eyeballs kept rolling under her closed eyelids.

She seemed to be haunted by a nightmare, her lips opened and closed, but no sound came out.