Half an hour later, a quiet sanatorium in Jing City.

Huo Yunxiao sat on the bench and looked at Qiu Ran, the mother who played cards with two old people.

She can still know the face, but she doesn't know him. Sometimes she is awake and sometimes confused. What is rare is that she is surprisingly calm today, and she does not yell at the names of Huo Zhenning and Xue Yuxi.

The dean handed him a cup of hot tea, sat down beside him, took a sip, and followed the direction of Qiu Ran.

"My wife has been in good shape recently, but she doesn't know anyone very well."

Huo Yunxiao put the teacup on the stool next to him, his eyes glimpsed. "Do you think that you don't know people, is it a good performance?"

"I don't mean that. Huo, the wife has been developing in a good direction compared to the various crazy actions before. The memory can be slowly recovered, and the mental breakdown is the biggest problem." The chief explained in anxiously. .

"I just want to know when my mother can heal completely?"

Huo Yunxiao said, while watching Xuan’s every move, she was very happy, and she was so happy that he had not responded to her.

Between the mother and the child, if you are stranger.

"Huo, we are doing our best, we will make my wife get better soon!"

Huo Yunxiao is too lazy to listen to these nonsense, because I have heard it countless times.

He got up and faintly said, "Trouble you, take care of her."

"Yes, it must be, Huo always goes slowly."

The dean nodded and looked at him and left, until he could not see his figure, he touched his forehead.

No sweat, but he felt like he was sweating.

Some people are obviously saying a few words simply, and there is no threat at all. It is already very shocking.

Huo Yunxiao is such a person.

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After Huo Yunxi left the sanatorium, he went straight home.

Lu Chaoyang just returned to the city, should be at home.

"Mr."

"Mr."

......

The servant’s greetings, like he did not hear, strode in the middle of the meteor.

There was no Lu Chaoyang figure in the living room, and he went straight upstairs.

The door to the bedroom was wide open, and he didn't even have the chance to buffer. The fact that no one was inside was present.

He slowed down, and there was a suitcase in her head, and she was rushing to pack her bags.

On the big bed, the white duvet on the green bracelet is unusually conspicuous.

Even the only gift, she threw it away.

Huo Yun’s empty heart suddenly burst into pain and went to the closet and opened.

The big wardrobe was half empty, leaving only his shirt, his coat, his...

It's all his stuff, and her traces seem to have never been the same.

Huo Yunqi’s fierce fist slammed into the closet, and the sound of the cymbal was deafening. He stared at the beige dressing table, the bottle and jar on it, some of them disappeared, some fell on the stage, and they were abandoned like a pole. He is now.

This is abandoned by the woman who has no conscience, no!

He strode over and waved his arm, and all the bottles and jars left on it fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

The butler heard the sound coming from the room and hurriedly went upstairs. He saw Huo Yun’s sullen face and walked out of the room.

"Sir, you..."

Huo Yunwei was wrapped around the cold winter wind, and walked coldly from the housekeeper, went straight down the stairs, and drove away.