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Mu Zi was slightly surprised, and was about to ask him a few words, but Duan Yuhui in front of him had already greeted him, with a polite and detached smile on his face.

"Yu Yang, I already explained to you last time, you really misunderstood, I am trying to find a way to treat her depression, there is no crime here, there is no murder, only a poor patient!" Duan Yuhui said.

Although he kept a smile on his face, he was not friendly, and he was obviously very repulsed by Yang's arrival.

Yu Yang knew how to look at his eyes, and handed over the fruit basket and gifts with a calm expression, and said, "I was disturbed a lot before, but I came this time to visit Mrs. Duan. ”

After a pause, he turned sideways slightly, and introduced the girl next to him: "These two are students of Gray School, who are about to participate in this year's judicial examination, and they admire you very much, so they came with me." ”

When Duan Yuhui heard this, his expression eased slightly.

He was really tired of Yang investigating everyone in the family as if they were suspects, and no one wanted to be treated like this, but this time, Yu Yang brought two female students over, presumably to really visit his wife.

If you're here to investigate, you shouldn't have brought two cumbersome female students here.

Duan Yuhui's gaze then fell on Mu Zi and Zhuang Jia-

When he saw Mu Zi, he was suddenly stunned, as if he had seen something shocking, his eyes widened, and the expression on his whole face froze.

Mu Zi and Zhuang Jia don't know why.

Before they could ask, Duan Yuhui came back to his senses first, and there was still surprise in his tone: "I'm sorry, I lost my temper just now, this young lady looks a lot like a friend of mine!" I was shocked when I saw it suddenly. ”

Mu Zi's eyes were still calm, but she couldn't help but think in her heart: Could it be that Justice Duan knew her parents? The person who can be friends with the chief justice must have an unusual status......

Yu Yang said, "Which friend of yours is it?" Another day, I'll visit and see if it looks alike. ”

Duan Yuhui shook his head with a smile: "There are no wonders in the world, and it is indeed a kind of fate for two people to look alike, but my friend has never been to Qingjiang, but he has no chance to meet." ”

The justice's words seemed to be evasive about the identity of the friend.

Mu Zi was not interested in recognizing relatives, so she did not continue to ask.

After the greetings, Duan Yuhui invited Yang and the others into the house to sit.

After they sat down, they talked about the trends in the judicial circles, the trend of policies, and the hidden dangers on the road to judicial reform.

Zhuang Jia listened drowsily, and without yawning, she was already considered to have been educated.

Mu Zi took advantage of a gap and interjected: "Judge Duan, your garden is so beautiful, can I go and see it?" ”

Her smile was faint, a little cramped, and her clear eyes were pure and flawless, clean without a trace of scheming.

Duan Yuhui has a good impression of Mu Zi. Not only because she is cute, but also because she bears a certain resemblance to his friends.

"Absolutely." Duan Yuhui said with a smile, like a kind elder, "The tulips in the garden are imported varieties that my wife personally selected, and they have been specially cultivated and the color is different from other places, you can go over there for a walk." ”

Zhuang Jia heard the amnesty, quickly got up, took Mu Zi's arm, and the two went out together.

"It's counted!" As soon as Zhuang Jia came out, he let out a long breath, "It's suffocating inside." ”

Mu Zi's eyes looked around and said, "Let's go, let's go see the tulips." ”

"Huh? Don't you go to investigate? Zhuang Jia followed her, "Really go see the tulips?" ”

"Let's take a look first." Mu Zi smiled.

Although the Duan family's garden is not large, it is also very luxurious compared to the Mu house, compared with ordinary people.

Mu Zi and Zhuang Jia walked across the lawn, did not see tulips, only met a woman and a seven or eight-year-old boy, who were playing baseball on the lawn.

"Who's that?" Zhuang Jia and Mu Zi bit their ears, "Could it be the murderer?" ”

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