The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Shen Zhiyu pursed her thin lips: "She's doing... okay?"

After all, it was his sister, who was the only relative left after experiencing life and death.

"It should be pretty good." He Jiayi replied, "Xia Kaiyan was very nice to her."

Shen Zhiyu suddenly remembered that Xia Beiqing's heartfelt confession that night, his eyes behind the lenses dimmed.

the other side.

Xia Beiqing was standing downstairs in the community, staring at Shen Zhiyu's number on the phone.

After school, he went to the office and discovered that Shen Zhiyu was not there. He made several calls and no one answered him. He didn't know what he was doing and didn't say a word. He simply came to the door to find someone.

Xia Beiqing walked to the third floor, knocked on the security door, and heard footsteps coming from inside, he wrinkled his brows, and was ready to teach this guy who worried him.

With a click, the door was opened.

"Shen..."

He was just about to speak when he saw that it was a strange man who opened the door.

The man is tall, wearing a solid-color shirt, half-rolled cuffs, and looks very delicate. His natural smiling lips are slightly raised, always giving people a feeling of closeness. The hand holding the doorknob is slender and white as if it has been soaked in water all the year round. in.

Xia Beiqing's complexion darkened, and a coldness was stained on the bottom of her eyes: "Who are you?"

"I still want to ask who you are?" He Jiayi looked at Xia Beiqin from start to finish, then turned to the room and said, "It looks like it is your student."

Encounter?

Xia Beiqing clenched the phone tightly, slammed into the man, and walked into the house.

He saw Shen Zhiyu sitting on the sofa, rolling up his sleeves, and holding his arms tightly with cotton swabs. There was an open medical box on the coffee table, and the glass tube containing blood was placed aside.

Xia Beiqin scanned the living room twice with a vigilant gaze, and then questioned Shen Zhiyu angrily. The declaration of sovereignty in his words was very strong: "I don't even tell me when I come back early, why don't you even answer the phone! "

Shen Zhiyu glanced at the phone on the sofa: "It's dead, I forgot to charge it."

Xia Beiqing grabbed his arm: "What are you doing?"

"Physical examination, the school needs a new physical examination report."

Xia Beiqing's expression was always tense: "Isn't the physical examination arranged by the school to the hospital?"

"He can't go to the hospital for an examination." He Jiayi closed the door and walked over. He already saw that the relationship between the two people was unusual, and asked Shen Zhiyu: "Did you not tell him this?"

Xia Beiqing glanced at He Jiayi with hostile eyes: "What didn't you tell me?"

Shen Zhiyu suddenly got up from the sofa and turned off the topic: "Thank you for a trip today. I will go there and get the report in a few days."

He Jiayi didn't say any more, "I'll send it to you anyway, and I will leave today."

He packed the medical kit, looked at Xia Beiqian for unknown reasons, and quickly looked away, carrying his things and left.

When the door was closed, Xia Beiqin couldn't stretch it anymore, and his mouth instantly fell, his cheeks bulging with anger.

"who is he?!"

"A friend is a doctor." Shen Zhiyu replied.

Xia Beiqing then asked: "Then what did he just say?!"

"It's not interesting, he was joking." Shen Zhiyu touched Xia Beiqing's head: "I'll get you something to eat."

Xia Beiqing leaned against the sofa with arms around his chest, and his face was full of uncomfortable words: "Don't eat! I'm full of gas!"

When Shen Zhi met him playing a kid's temper, he wanted to laugh somehow, so he bent down and kissed the boy on the cheek.

"Is this all right?"