Chapter 445 Start Fortune Telling 2

Tang Yaoyao gently hooked her lips, touched her beautiful cheek, and said ruffianically: "Hey, listen to me, forget about him."

Su Mei lowered her eyes, feeling very depressed.

Brother Pei Jin...

well……

How can this be said to be forgotten?

Unless there is really a real man who makes her empathize with another.

She raised her head to look at Brother Yao again, and seeing starlight in her charming eyes, she 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 fortunes all over the world!

Anyway, brother Yao said, little brother Pei Jin would never fall in love with her.

If you don't like it after getting along for such a long time, don't really expect to like it later, it's better to spend your mind on meaningful things.

"I'm going."

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

"I don't think there's a reason for this in three or two days, but the crew won't wait for anyone. After the filming starts, if I'm not around, you have to go to the crew and tell the director that I have a schedule and come back to shoot in a few days."

Su Mei nodded, a little reluctantly: "Okay."

"Then you can't go alone. Since you are a fortune teller, you should always have an assistant by your side." Su Mei reminded.

"Don't worry, I've already made arrangements. Brother Pei Jin will accompany me. During this period of time, you should just be alone, forget about him early, and wait for your true destiny." Tang Yaoyao blinked. , The smile is very charming.

"All right……"

The Huo family.

Huo Yu was lying on the bed with a dazed expression, looking at the ceiling without moving his pupils.

He was originally a tall, middle-aged man, but after being tortured by illness for three months, he became thinner day by day, without the vigor he had before, making him feel like an old man with a dead wood.

Fu Ziyi usually doesn't like to talk, but just looks at him quietly, his eyes lowered and his expression serious.

Qiu Jie sat by the bed, looking very haggard, and sighed: "Zi Yi, your Uncle Huo usually likes you the most, 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 happen every now and then, but now it happens almost every day. I really don't know if he will recover from his illness." At this point, Qiu Jie covered her mouth and shed tears.

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

But right now, there's really nothing to do.

After a doctor's examination, he said: "Mr. Huo has no physical disease, but he can't sleep at night, has loss of appetite, lack of nutrition, muscle atrophy, and 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 had come to such a conclusion.

Dr. Zhang said: "It can only be like this, Mrs. Huo, please recall, does Mr. Huo have any unfulfilled wishes, or any regrets in his life? You can talk about the big and small ones. Knowing what caused them can make you feel better." Prescribe the right medicine."

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

In this way, it is impossible for this person to suffer from mental illness.

"Will it be too much work pressure?"

Qiu Jie denied: "It's impossible. I know my husband best. He is a workaholic. The more stressful the job, the happier he is."

After hearing this, Dr. Zhang sighed: "There is really no reason to find out. Give him a nutrient solution first, and suggest that Mrs. Huo find a psychiatrist."

"Thank you, Doctor Zhang."

Qiu Jie choked with sobs, her heart was in a mess.

After the doctor left, Qiu Jie arranged for another servant to invite a psychiatrist.

Fu Zi also stood there, feeling very complicated.

At this moment, Uncle Li, the housekeeper, came: "Ma'am, Missy is back."

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

After speaking, she stood up and was about to go out to greet her.

At this time, Huo Xueyin trotted in, with tears still in her eyes: "Mom, I'm back."

She heard that something happened to her father, and she rushed back from abroad overnight. When she saw her father lying on the bed, she burst into tears: "Mom, why didn't you tell me about such a big incident at home?"

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

Huo Xueyin wiped away her tears, her voice was still crying, and she asked anxiously, "What happened to my dad?"

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

"How did this happen..." Huo Xueyin wiped away her tears, then held her father's hand: "Dad, Xiaoyin is back, how are you doing?"

Hearing her voice, Huo Yu's slack eyes gradually became a little colored, and he pursed his lips: "Xiaoyin..."

"dad."

Huo Xueyin's tears fell uncontrollably. I haven't seen you for a year. How could my father be so weak? Even his voice has become so weak...

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

"Father, I won't let anything happen to you. Don't worry, you'll be fine." Huo Xueyin nodded, flustered inside, she couldn't bear the fact that her father was in pain.

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

Hearing this, Qiu Jie's face darkened, and his expression suddenly became cold: "You are still messing with your crap, and you are now like this, maybe it's because of that thing."

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

Fu Ziyi was 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.

Only then did Huo Xueyin realize that he was there, and wiped away tears: "Brother Ziyi, you're back too."

"Yeah." He nodded.

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

Huo Yu said, "Help me up."

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

"Ahem..." Suddenly, Huo Yu coughed violently.

Huo Xueyin's expression was flustered, full of worry, she stretched out her hand and patted his chest lightly: "Dad, take a deep breath slowly, take your time."

Huo Yu waved his hand.

She withdrew her hand and sat quietly beside her.

Huo Yu's slack eyes drifted away, and after a while, he slowly said: "My career has never improved, and your mother lived a hard life with me. Later, I specialized in Feng Shui, only to find out that the Feng Shui of my grandfather's graveyard is not good. Well, it took a lot of money to move the grave, and after that, the business improved significantly."

He said, coughing again.

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