Chapter 983: The master collapsed!

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An Xue always listened to Du Yunlan's words, so after hanging up the phone, although he didn't know why, he still bought the earliest ticket immediately, packed up two clothes at random, and hurried to the city.
On the way, she heard Du Yunlan's secretary explain all the content.
It turns out that An Yanmo has a father! It turned out that An Jiancheng was in charge of his home in his early years, with high prestige and great ability. It was just that she never returned to her home, so she didn't even know that she still had a grandpa.
And she passed this time to prevent An Xiaowan from gaining the favor of An Jiancheng and prevent him from returning to the imperial capital.
An Xue took a deep breath and kept drafting on the plane.
...
night.
Outside Huo's old house, a luxurious luxury car drove all the way to the courtyard.
The iconic model, Huo Shen's unique license plate number.
The doormen immediately relayed the news of the young master's home to Mr. Huo and Mrs. Huo.
Both are somewhat surprised.
After all, this son has been asking for help three times before he was willing to go home. Moreover, it has always been the Three Treasures Hall.
What's the matter?
Mr. Huo and Mrs. Huo immediately got up and walked to the door.
When they came down, they just met Huo Shen who came in.
He wore a black windbreaker, and the long windbreaker reflected his whole body even more cold, long and elegant. But the whole body was covered with a heavy coldness, like a night pedestrian walking into the house from the winter night.
Only now, it is still autumn.
Mrs. Huo quickly waved her hand and told the servants: "Go and pour a cup of hot water, and then bring Shener the clothes to wear in the house."
"Yes, ma'am."
Many of the old houses that had been turned off by themselves had been lit up at the moment.
The servants were busy, serving tea and pouring water, sending clothes, and tidying the room.
When everything was done properly, Mr. Huo looked at his cold and indifferent face, his son, who said nothing, sighed, "Shen'er, what are you doing today?"
If they hadn't been involved in An Xiaowan's affairs in the past, they could still think about it and go home and see. But now, their relationship is obviously not as good as before.
Huo Shen's dark pupil shrank, and he didn't speak.
There was no blood on his lips, and he squeezed tightly into a line.
Around, it was so silent.
Mrs. Huo touched the back of his hand and was startled. "Deep, why are you so cold?" She took a deep breath and lowered her voice. "Are you... sick?"
Huo Shen still didn't speak.
There was no expression in his cold and beautiful face.
Until the air began to condense, he opened his thin lips lightly and whispered: "You said, I promise."
His voice was surprisingly heavy and hoarse, as if it had been sanded with sandpaper, which made Mrs. Huo's heart tighten.
"What do you say...?" Mrs. Huo couldn't believe it.
However, Mr. Huo quickly raised his hand, blocking Mrs. Huo's questioning, and said warmly: "Shen'er, stay at home tonight."
With that, he raised his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Come on, help the young master to return to the room to rest."
When Huo Shen got up and went down the stairs, Mr Huo raised his eyes and said, "Call Hua Zhi and say that Shen Er is willing to be treated. Please ask her to arrange a time. We will take Shen Er to visit Mr. Hua Lao in the mountains ."
"Yes, sir."
It's just that they didn't fall, and they heard a loud sound of "dong" not far away.
Immediately afterwards, the servants screamed one after another.
"Master! Master?!"
"The young master fainted!"