The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Zou Bo was annoyed: "Master Che, Miss Yunci is not such a person"

She obviously... it was to protect him that she became like this!

Jun Sicher glanced sharply at Zou Bo, with a warning: "Are you defying my orders?"

The violent breath that the man exudes makes people fearful.

Zou Bo lowered his head and said nothing.

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In the evening, just after school.

Xia Beiqing took the workbook and walked into the classroom office.

Shen Zhiyu looked at his arm first: "Does it still hurt?"

"I've been in pain all the time, I can't move it." The young man groaned, put the workbook in front of Shen Zhiyu, and said unceremoniously: "Mr. Shen, you can help me with my homework."

Shen Zhiyu chuckled twice: "Isn't it okay not to do homework, the famous little overlord?"

Xia Beiqing blinked, "I decided to study hard because of Teacher Shen!"

How did he use the most innocent expression to say such sultry words?

Shen Zhiyu hurriedly looked away, coughed twice, and opened the workbook in front of him: "Solve the problem yourself, and I will write it up for you."

Xia Beiqing happily sat down beside him.

After half an hour, Shen Zhiyu put down his pen and returned the workbook to Xia Beiqin: "I have finished writing, I should get off work too."

Xia Beiqing propped his head and stared straight at the man, not thinking about homework at all.

"Mr. Shen, go to the parking lot."

Shen Zhiyu picked up the coat on the chair: "The car has been sent for repairs. I will not drive recently."

"Go, go!" Xia Beiqing narrowed the eyes of the little fox and smiled mysteriously: "There are surprises!"

Shen Zhiyu paused: "What?"

"I won't tell you first, I'll know if I go and see!" Xia Beiqing dragged Shen Zhiyu out.

Shen Zhiyu wanted to struggle, but was afraid of touching his arm.

When I came to the parking lot, I looked up and saw a Maserati parked in front. The color was high-grade gray, and the body line was smooth, which was particularly conspicuous.

A car key suddenly dangled in front of his eyes.

Xia Beiqing raised her brows in a pleasing arc: "Does it look good, it's for you."

Shen Zhiyu's reaction was light, and the eyes behind the lenses sinked slightly: "I have a car, I don't need it."

Xia Beiqing did not expect that he would refuse.

"But your car broke down?"

Shen Zhiyu laughed blankly: "It's just that the windshield is broken, just fix it."

Xia Beiqin frowned and didn't quite understand, "Isn't it better to replace the broken car with another one?"

Shen Zhiyu looked at the teenager seriously: "Even if I want to change it, I will buy it myself. Okay, let's take the car back."

Leaving this sentence aside, he turned and left.

Xia Beiqing clenched the key in his hand, and after a while, threw the key into the trash can.

Don't pull it down!

On the other side, in the hospital.

Yun Ciyao sat on the hospital bed with one leg in a plaster cast and hung from the end of the bed. She didn't change her face and focused on fiddling with the computer.

At this time, the phone rang.

It was from Zhou Yan.

"Sister Ci, where are you? I heard you asked for leave."

"Hospital." Yun Ci tilted his head, clamped the phone to his ear with his shoulder, and continued to tap the keyboard with his fingers.

Zhou Yan was surprised: "Ah? Why did you go to the hospital? Where is it uncomfortable?"

"Come here first, remember to bring your computer."

"okay!"

Before long, Zhou Yan and the others rushed to the ward and surrounded Yunci.

Zhong Qi stretched out his hand and knocked the plaster on Yunci's leg: "Broken?"

Zhou Yan hurriedly asked, "Is your hand okay?"

"It's okay."

Hearing this, Zhou Yan breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine if you have nothing to do with your hands, and you can still play games."