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Tang Yaoyao gently curled her lips, touched her beautiful cheek, and said scornfully, "Hey, listen to me, forget him."

Su Mei lowered her eyes, very depressed.

Brother Pei Jin...

Ugh……

Where can this be said to be forgotten?

Unless there really is a real son who makes her empathize.

She raised her head to look at Brother Yao again, saw the stars surging in her charming eyes, smiled, and asked, "Brother Yao, when shall we go to Mr. Huo's house?"

At this moment, what made her even more excited was that Brother Yao started to tell the world!

Anyway, Brother Yao said, Brother Pei Jin would never like her.

I don't like it after getting along for a long time, and don't expect to like it later. It's better to focus on meaningful things.

"It's me."

Su Mei pointed to herself: "What about me?"

"I don't expect to be able to find out the reason for this in three or two days, but the crew will not wait for someone. After shooting starts, if I am not there, you have to go to the crew and tell the director that I have a schedule and come back to film in a few days."

Su Mei nodded, somewhat reluctantly: "Okay."

"Then you can't go alone. Since you are a fortune teller, you always have to go with an assistant or something." Su Mei reminded.

"Don't worry, I've arranged it. Little brother Pei Jin will accompany me. During this time, you will be quiet by yourself, forget him earlier, and wait for your real son." Tang Yaoyao blinked. , The smile is very charming.

"Ok……"

Huo family.

Huo Yu was lying on the bed, looking dizzy, looking at the ceiling, his pupils motionless.

He was originally a tall middle-aged man. He was tortured by the illness for three months, and he was getting thinner and thinner. Without the high spirits he had before, he felt like a dead wood old man.

Fu Zi also didn't like to talk, but looked at him quietly, his eyes low and solemn.

Qiu Jie sat on the bed, looking very haggard, and sighed, "Zi Yi, your Uncle Huo's favorite is you, but he looked at you without saying a word and fell ill again."

"Auntie, has Uncle Huo been getting sick more and more recently?"

"It used to be three to five, but now it's like this almost every day. I really don't know if he will get better with this disease." When he said this, Qiu Jie covered her mouth and shed tears.

Fu Zi also frowned: "There will be a way."

But now, there is really no way.

After the doctor checked it again, he said: "Mr. Huo has no physical illness, but he can't sleep at night, he has loss of appetite, lack of nutrition, muscle atrophy, weakness, it looks like a mental illness."

"Doctor Zhang, mental illness?"

Qiu Jie was stunned. She had done so many inspections, and this was the first time she came to such a conclusion.

Dr. Zhang said: “It’s only possible, Mrs. Huo, do you have any unfulfilled wishes or regrets in his life? Prescribe the right medicine."

"Wish, regret..." Qiu Jie murmured, recalling carefully, and finally shook her head in confusion: "We have both children, and our two children are well developed, and the family is still harmonious. I really can't think of anything bad. ."

With that said, it is impossible for this person to get mental illness.

"Will there be too much work pressure?"

Qiu Jie denied: "This is impossible. I know my husband best. He is a workaholic. The more stressful the work, the happier he will be."

After hearing this, Dr. Zhang sighed, "That's really impossible to find any reason. Give him a nutrient solution first. I suggest Madam Huo find a psychiatrist."

"Thank you Doctor Zhang."

Qiu Jie choked sobs and was upset.

After the doctor left, Qiu Jie arranged for someone to call a psychologist.

Fu Zi also stood there, feeling very complicated.

At this moment, the steward Li Shu came: "Madam, the eldest lady is back."

Qiu Jie's eyes full of sadness had such a moment of joy: "Where are they?"

After speaking, she stood up and went out to meet her.

At this time, Huo Xueyin trot in, with tears still hanging in his eyes: "Mom, I'm back."

She heard that there was something wrong with her father and rushed back from abroad overnight. When she saw her father lying on the bed, tears fell: "Mom, why didn't you tell me what happened at home?"

"Your dad doesn't want you to worry either."

Huo Xueyin wiped her tears, her voice still crying, and anxiously asked: "What is going on with my dad?"

Qiu Jie looked very sad: "The cause of the disease has not been found yet."

"How could this be..." Huo Xueyin wiped her tears before holding his father's hand: "Dad, Xiaoyin is back, how are you?"

Huo Yu heard her voice, his loose eyes gradually became a little bit colored, and he pursed his lips: "Little sound..."

"dad."

Huo Xueyin's tears fell uncontrollably, and it hasn't been seen for a year. How could my father become so weak? Even his voice became so weak...

"Dad is okay, don't cry." Huo Yu comforted.

"Dad, I won't let you have something to do, don't worry, you will have nothing to do." Huo Xueyin nodded, flustered in her heart, she could not bear the fact that her father was sick.

Huo Yu said: "Go and get my compass."

Hearing this, Qiu Jie's face sank, and her expression suddenly became cold: "You are still doing your crappy stuff, you are now like this, maybe that thing hurt."

Huo Xueyin bit her lower lip: "Mom, that is Dad's only hobby."

Fu Zi also remained silent for a long time, and said in a low voice, "Auntie, maybe it will make Uncle Huo feel better."

Qiu Jie looked at them, hesitated for a while, and finally nodded, looking very unhappy, got up and went to Huo Yu's study.

Huo Xueyin realized that he was there and wiped away tears: "Brother Ziyi, you are also back."

"Yeah." He nodded.

Huo Xueyin lowered his head: "Dad, do you really believe in Feng Shui?"

Huo Yu said: "Help me up."

At this time, Fu Zi also walked over and helped Huo Yu up with her, half leaning against the bed.

"Ahem..." Suddenly, Huo Yu coughed very badly.

Huo Xueyin looked flustered and worried, and stretched out his hand to pat his chest gently: "Dad, take a deep breath and take it slow."

Huo Yu waved his hand.

She then retracted her hand and sat quietly next to her.

Huo Yu's loose eyes and thoughts drifted away. After a while, he slowly said: "I used to have no improvement in my career. Your mother followed me through a hard life. Later, she specialized in Feng Shui, only to realize that it was the Feng Shui of my grandfather's grave. Well, it took a lot of money to move the tomb, and after that, there was a noticeable improvement in business."

He said, coughing again.

Fu Zi also frowned, and suddenly felt that Uncle Huo's illness was really not that simple.