The phone was quickly connected, and the other party's respectful and flattering voice came from the microphone, obviously knowing who he was.

Su Mingyuan ignored the other party's politeness, and said concisely: "Dean Lin, is there a girl named Qiao Yue who came to the hospital today." ”

His voice was cold, as if asking a question that he didn't really care about.

But Dean Lin knew that the person Su Mingyuan personally called to ask was definitely not an ordinary person, so he didn't dare to slack off, and quickly opened the internal registration system to inquire.

Less than thirty seconds later, Dean Lin replied respectfully and cautiously on the phone.

After listening to Dean Lin's answer, Su Mingyuan didn't speak and hung up the phone directly.

The next second, he started the car and left the hospital.

He should have thought that Qiao Yue would not come to this most upscale private hospital in the whole city.

She is no longer the Qiao Yue of eight years, and the experience and polishing of time have already made her from a long daughter who holds the moon in the stars to a realistic and thrifty woman.

Su Mingyuan's heart was a little irritable, he didn't know anything about what Qiao Yue had experienced in the past eight years.

But from Qiao Yue's body, Su Mingyuan knew that in those years, she, like him, had not had a good life.

The car was driving aimlessly on the road of Haishi, and Su Mingyuan suddenly felt a little dazed.

Just like when she left Sumu Village and Qiao Yue eight years ago, there was a sea of people, and I didn't know where to find her.

After Su Mingyuan walked around the hospital near the Second Ring Road, he stopped at the entrance of the last hospital.

He opened the car door and walked down, his tall and slender body leaning against the door, a pair of dark eyes all the way in the direction of the hospital.

Thinking of a man like Su Mingyuan, who is perfect in appearance and figure, even if he stands there casually, the invisible noble temperament on his body will naturally attract people's attention.

Passers-by, men and women, young and old, will always forget to take a look at him, and the female nurses and doctors of the past years have obviously walked by, but they still don't forget to turn back frequently.

For these attentional salutes, Su Mingyuan behaved very coldly and turned a blind eye.

At this time, there was only one person in his mind, and that was Qiao Yue, the woman who made him love to the heart but couldn't speak.

Thinking of Qiao Yue, I don't know what her condition is, and I don't know where the damn one went.

Su Mingyuan touched his pocket, wanting to smoke all the time to relieve his bipolar mood, he had developed the habit of being accompanied by cigarettes over the years.

But when he felt in his pocket, he found it empty, and there was nothing in his pocket.

Su Mingyuan then remembered that when he was in the suite of the clubhouse, he stood in front of the window and threw the cigarette and lighter into the trash can.

Qiao Yue didn't like to smell smoke, so he threw away the cigarette and lighter, and never smoked in front of her.

Su Mingyuan was taken aback by this subconscious change of his own, it turned out that this woman was subtly changing his life.

Qiao Yue's influence on him has always been huge, just like it did eight years ago.

Su Mingyuan glanced up in the direction of the hospital, and he suddenly saw a familiar back.

His heart skipped a beat, and he strode over without even thinking about it.

"Qiao Yue." Su Mingyuan grabbed the girl's arm.

When the girl turned her head and looked at him in surprise, Su Mingyuan was disappointed.

That's not Qiao Yue, it's just a girl with a back that resembles her.

Su Mingyuan subconsciously let go of his hand and whispered, "I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person." Then he turned and left.