The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

The door to life and death, the office.

Mu Chenbi on the sofa raised his eyebrows fiercely. His movements of flipping through the documents were quick and a bit irritable.

"Half eliminated directly?"

The dean nodded: "These people's blood does not match, and there are half of them left, and the experiment will continue."

Mu Chenbi threw the document on the coffee table, his expression cold and terrible: "Not enough, bring a group of people in!"

The dean responded: "Let someone make arrangements right away."

At this time, the door was knocked and a guard walked in.

Mu Chenbi didn't lift his head either: "What's the matter, just say it."

The guard opened his mouth and said, "Si Yanxiao is dead."

The dean was surprised: "This... how could..."

Mu Chenbi lifted his eyelids, his black eyes were as sharp as a blade, and he asked in a deep voice, "What's going on?"

The guard replied: "What just happened, he suddenly rushed into the street with a gun, and then shot at himself, died on the spot, found a suicide note in his office, written in a mess, guessed that he was because of excessive pressure. , Will commit suicide if there is a mental problem."

"Psychiatrist, there is a mental problem?" Mu Chenbi chuckled an inexplicable smile: "Is there anything wrong with it?"

"Not for the time being, but during this time, one person often went to him." The guard put a photo on the coffee table.

Mu Chenbi picked up the photo and narrowed his sharp eyes.

The dean instantly changed his expression: "Venus?"

"What is she going to do? What's wrong?" Mu Chensi's voice was cold, and he squeezed the photo in his hands, his eyes were stained with murderous air, and he almost wanted to see through the photo.

The guard replied: "Every few days, she will go to see Si Yanxiao for treatment. After seeing the surveillance, she is acting normally and will leave soon after it is over."

"Sick? What disease?" Mu Chenbi glanced at the dean next to him.

The dean took over: "Her mother died during the operation six months ago. Since then, she has left a psychological shadow. She occasionally shakes her hands during the operation. It should be treated for this disease."

"Really?" Mu Chenbi raised his eyebrows and said nothing more.

——

As the college entrance examination approached, the atmosphere at Reims Middle School was tense.

Shen Zhiyu took a day off. After finishing the work, he went home and found a courier at the door with Xia Beiqin's name written on it.

He took the courier into the house, did not open it, first called Xia Beiqin.

"What did you buy, it was sent to me."

Xia Beiqing smiled and said, "Toys."

Shen Zhiyu laughed blankly: "You are not childish, and you buy toys for children to play with."

"Not for children."

Shen Zhiyu was taken aback for a moment: "That's..."

The boy's voice was suppressed, and with a sultry tone, it came from the phone quietly: "It's the toy I played with you."

"..."

After school, Xia Beiqin went straight to Shen Zhiyu's home, threw Shen Zhiyu onto the sofa as soon as he entered the door, shouting that he was so hungry.

Shen Zhiyu pressed his pursed lips and smiled: "Don't be fooling around, I'm going to cook when I'm hungry."

Xia Beiqing pouted her lips and stood up reluctantly: "Ms. Shen clearly knows that what I want to eat is not rice."

Shen Zhiyu pretended not to hear, and walked towards the kitchen.

Xia Beiqing looked around: "Oh? Where's my express delivery?"

"Throw it away." Shen Zhiyu came out from the kitchen.

"Ah? Why?" Xia Beiqing ran into the kitchen, hugged Shen Zhiyu from behind, and put his chin against his shoulder.

Shen Zhiyu took the spatula and knocked him backhand: "No nonsense."

Ok…

Throw it and throw it away, and he will buy it again if it's a big deal.