Tang Yaoyao gently curled her lips, touched her beautiful cheek, and said in a roguish tone, "Be good, listen to me, forget about him."
Su Mei lowered her eyes, her mood very low.
Pei Jin, my little brother...
well……
How can you just forget about it?
Unless a true love comes along and makes her fall in love with someone else.
She looked up at Yao Ge again, and seeing the starlight shimmering in his charming eyes, she smiled and asked, "Yao Ge, when are we going to Mr. Huo's house?"
What excited her even more at this moment was that Brother Yao had started traveling the world telling fortunes!
Anyway, as Brother Yao said, there's absolutely no way that Brother Pei Jin could fall for her.
If you don't like someone after spending so much time together, don't expect to like them later. You might as well focus your energy on something meaningful.
"It's my turn to go."
Su Mei pointed to herself: "And me?"
“I estimate that this matter will not be resolved in a few days, but the production crew will not wait for anyone. Once filming starts, if I am not there, you will have to go to the set and tell the director that you have a schedule and will come back to film in a few days.”
Su Mei nodded, somewhat reluctantly: "Okay."
“You can’t go alone, can you? Since you’re a fortune teller, you should have an assistant or something with you,” Su Mei reminded her.
"Don't worry, I've made arrangements. Brother Pei Jin will accompany me. During this time, you should have some peace and quiet by yourself, forget about him as soon as possible, and wait for your true love." Tang Yaoyao winked, her smile extremely charming.
"All right……"
The Huo family.
Huo Yu lay on the bed, his expression unfocused, staring at the ceiling, his eyes unmoving.
He was originally a tall, middle-aged man, but after being tormented by illness for three months, he gradually became thinner and thinner, losing his former vigor and looking like a withered old man.
Fu Ziyi was usually quiet, but he just looked at him quietly with a serious expression in his eyes.
Qiu Jie sat on the edge of the bed, looking very haggard. She sighed and said, "Ziyi, your Uncle Huo usually likes you the most, but he doesn't say a word when he sees you, and he's had another attack."
"Auntie, has Uncle Huo been having more and more episodes lately?"
“It used to happen every few days, but now it’s almost every day. I really don’t know if his illness can ever get better.” As she said this, Qiu Jie covered her mouth and tears fell.
Fu Ziyi frowned: "There will be a way."
But right now, there's really no other way.
After examining him, the doctor said, "Mr. Huo has no physical illness, but he suffers from insomnia, loss of appetite, malnutrition, muscle atrophy, and weakness. It seems to be a psychological problem."
"Dr. Zhang, a mental illness?"
Qiu Jie was stunned. She had undergone so many examinations, and this was the first time she had come to such a conclusion.
Dr. Zhang continued, "It can only be this, Mrs. Huo. Think back, does Mr. Huo have any unfulfilled wishes or regrets in his life? You can talk about anything, big or small. Only by knowing the cause can we prescribe the right remedy."
“Wish, regret…” Qiu Jie murmured, recalling carefully, and finally shook her head in confusion: “We have a son and a daughter, both of whom are doing well, and our family is relatively harmonious. I really can’t think of anything bad.”
So, this person has no chance of having a mental illness.
"Isn't the work pressure too much?"
Qiu Jie denied it: "That's impossible. I know my husband best. He's a workaholic. The more pressure he's under at work, the happier he is."
After hearing this, Dr. Zhang sighed and said, "Then we really can't find any reason. Let's start giving him intravenous nutrition and I suggest Mrs. Huo find a psychologist to come over."
"Thank you, Dr. Zhang."
Qiu Jie choked up, her mind in turmoil.
After the doctor left, Qiu Jie arranged for someone to invite a psychologist.
Fu Ziyi stood there, her feelings very complicated.
Just then, Butler Li arrived: "Madam, Miss is back."
For a fleeting moment, Qiu Jie's eyes, which were filled with sorrow, showed a hint of joy: "Where are we?"
After saying that, she stood up and was about to go out to greet them.
At this moment, Huo Xueyin ran in, tears still clinging to her eyes: "Mom, I'm back."
When she heard that her father had an accident, she rushed back from abroad overnight. When she saw her father lying in bed, tears streamed down her face: "Mom, why didn't you tell me that such a big thing happened at home?"
"Your dad didn't want you to worry."
Huo Xueyin wiped away her tears, her voice still trembling with sobs, and asked anxiously, "How is my dad?"
Qiu Jie looked very distressed: "The cause of the illness has not yet been found."
"How could this happen..." Huo Xueyin wiped away her tears and then grasped her father's hand: "Dad, Xiaoyin is back. How are you?"
Upon hearing her voice, Huo Yu's unfocused eyes gradually regained some color, and he pursed his lips: "Xiao Yin..."
"dad."
Huo Xueyin couldn't stop her tears from falling. After a year apart, how could her father have become so weak, even his voice had become so frail...
"Dad's alright, don't cry," Huo Yu comforted him.
"Dad, I won't let anything happen to you. Don't worry, you'll be fine." Huo Xueyin nodded, her heart filled with panic. She couldn't bear the fact that her father was suffering from illness.
Huo Yu said, "Go and get my compass."
Upon hearing this, Qiu Jie's face darkened, and her expression turned cold: "You're still messing around with that rubbish. You might have ended up like this because of that stuff."
Huo Xueyin bit her lower lip: "Mom, that's Dad's only hobby."
Fu Ziyi remained silent for a long time before whispering, "Auntie, perhaps this will make Uncle Huo feel better."
Qiu Jie looked at them, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded, her expression very unhappy. She got up and went to Huo Yu's study.
Huo Xueyin then noticed him and wiped away her tears: "Brother Ziyi, you're back too."
"Hmm." He nodded.
Huo Xueyin lowered her head: "Dad, do you really believe in feng shui?"
Huo Yu said, "Help me up."
At this moment, Fu Ziyi also went over and helped Huo Yu up, leaning against the edge of the bed.
"Cough cough..." Suddenly, Huo Yu started coughing, and it was quite severe.
Huo Xueyin looked flustered and worried. She reached out and gently patted his chest: "Dad, take a deep breath slowly, take it easy."
Huo Yu waved his hand.
She then withdrew her hand and sat quietly to the side.
Huo Yu's unfocused eyes seemed to drift into a daze. After a while, he slowly said, "My career had never taken off before, and your mother lived a hard life with me. Later, she studied feng shui and discovered that the feng shui of my grandfather's grave was bad. She spent a lot of money to relocate the grave, and only after that did her business start to improve significantly."
As he spoke, he coughed again.
Fu Ziyi frowned, suddenly realizing that Uncle Huo's illness was not as simple as it seemed.
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