Before leaving, he remembered the scene he saw in the bar last night, turned his head to look at Su Mingyuan and said, "Gong Cheng seems to be interested in Le Cheng's project, be careful of the people around you." "Huayu is here.

As smart as Su Mingyuan, how could he not understand the meaning of Hua Yu's words.

The Lecheng project is the top secret of Wangqiao, and all those involved in this project have signed a confidentiality agreement.

Except for the people in the project team, it is impossible for anyone else to know about Lecheng.

Su Mingyuan nodded and did not speak.

After Huayu left, Su Mingyuan sat in his seat, looking at the mobile phone on the desktop with deep eyes, and didn't move for a long time.

After a long time, he picked up his mobile phone, flipped to the mobile phone number he was already familiar with, stared at the number for a long time, and still didn't press the dial button.

If you call her now and see that it's his number, will she refuse to answer?

If the phone is connected, what should I say to her, ask her if she has a cold? Or do you ask how her hands are?

But all this is self-inflicted, what reason does he have to care and ask?

Most importantly, he didn't want to show a trace of emotion and concern for her in front of her, because that would push them to a point where neither side could face each other.

Only by being ruthless and turning a blind eye can the fragile relationship between him and Qiao Yue be maintained for a longer time, because of that gap, they can't cross it, so they can only stalemate like this.

Whether it is a misunderstanding or pain, as long as he can keep her by his side, even if it is a catastrophe, he will not hesitate to do it.

Because the past eight years have taught him a truth, that is, no kind of pain is less than one ten-thousandth of the loss of her.

Su Mingyuan threw away the phone, and the phone slid for a long distance on the smooth solid wood office desktop due to inertia before stopping.

Less than a minute after the phone lay peacefully on the desktop, the screen lit up, accompanied by a buzzing vibration, which seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet office.

Su Mingyuan didn't realize that he was a little excited because of the sudden vibration of the mobile phone, so he picked up the mobile phone and glanced at the caller ID on it.

When he saw that it was the landline number of the Valley Villa, the cold and deep face loosened a little.

He picked up his phone, his tone still indifferent: "Hey." ”

Aunt Liu heard Su Mingyuan's voice coming from the microphone, and hurriedly said, "Hey, Mr. Su, I don't know if I should tell you something." ”

It was taboo to call Su Mingyuan during work hours, and Aunt Liu was a little uneasy in her heart.

But Su Mingyuan once explained to her that if something happened to Miss Qiao, she must inform him as soon as possible.

Qiao Yue hadn't come out since she entered the house, she couldn't help but go upstairs just now to look, and found that she was lying on the bed, already with a fever, and the whole person looked very bad.

In a hurry, she remembered what Su Mingyuan had said, and hurriedly went downstairs and called him.

"Say it." Su Mingyuan said lightly.

"Miss Qiao is sick, I just went up to see it, it seems to be very serious, and the medicine has no effect, and I have a fever." Aunt Liu said with some concern.

Just now she saw some unsealed cold medicine and half a glass of water on Qiao Yue's bedside table, obviously she took the medicine to sleep.

Su Mingyuan's heart tightened when he heard this, and his brows couldn't help frowning.

"I know, I'll be right back." Su Mingyuan stood up as he spoke, turned off the phone, and strode out.