The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Shen Zhiyu subconsciously squeezed the plastic bag tightly. The air became a little thin in the narrow and humid corridor. He slowly said, "Sister..."

With this sound, Shen Xinrou's heart trembled fiercely, and her eyes suddenly became red.

It's been a long time since he called her sister.

Shen Xin said softly, "Just listen to my sister's persuasion, and my sister is also afraid that you will get hurt."

Shen Zhiyu smiled: "Sister, do you still remember what I said to you when you were going to be with Xia Kaiyan? Did you say something again?"

Shen Xinrou's face became stiff, and everything back then looked like yesterday.

At that time, he made a lot of noise, accusing her of destroying other people’s marriages and asking her to leave Xia’s family immediately, but she decisively told him that she loves Xia Kaiyan, even if he is married, even if she does. A junior, even if he is infamy.

She is as decisive as he is now.

Seeing Shen Xinrou stunned on the opposite side, without speaking for a long time, Shen Zhiyu said dumbly: "You go back, don't come over again, I will take care of my own affairs, even if the abyss is ahead, I have already stepped in. Up."

Shen Xinrou opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but her throat was like a piece of cotton stuffed in her throat, and she couldn't make any sound.

After a while, she hung her head, said nothing, turned and left, the sound of high heels, in the empty corridor, quickly disappeared without a trace.

Shen Zhiyu took a breath and turned around while holding on to the railing. Suddenly, his pupils shook, his blood froze, and his steps stiffened in place.

Xia Beiqing’s slender figure was standing on the top of the stairs in the darkness. He was looking at Shen Zhiyu with stunned eyes. His face was as pale as paper, and his hand beside him was holding a fresh bouquet. With all my strength, I almost broke off the branches.

Shen Zhiyu's breathing stopped suddenly, and he didn't even know what to do. The fear was like a vine, and his throat was firmly strangled.

"Northward..."

What should he say, but...what can he say

There was a stalemate for a moment, and in the end, Xia Beiqin spoke first.

His voice trembled: "Shen Xinrou... is your sister?"

Shen Zhiyu clenched his hands: "Yes..."

"What happened to her and my dad...you know all about it?"

"Yes…"

Xia Beiqin's breath sank, as if unable to restrain it anymore, he slammed the bouquet in his hand to the ground, stepped on the delicate petals, and rushed directly in front of Shen Zhiyu, grabbing Shen Zhiyu's. The collar pushed him against the corner, roaring hysterically.

"Why not sophistry? Sophistry! Just say that you don't know anything, that you are also kept in the dark, and that the woman is not your sister, so you continue to lie to me! Why admit it, why?!"

With a bang, Shen Zhiyu's head hit the wall, and his eyes turned black with pain, his lips trembling, and he could only say one sentence: "Northern, I'm sorry..."

Xia Beiqing stared at him with blood-red eyes. Suddenly, he laughed dumbly, his facial features twisted, showing a hideous cruel expression: "Is it fun? Huh? I'm telling you about the past with my heart and my lungs. When exposing all the pain to you, did you laugh in your heart, I'm such a **** idiot! I spit on your sister so much, you have to endure to comfort me, it's really hard for you, Teacher Shen! "

Shen Zhiyu's head was dizzy, and he went to grab Xia Beiqing's hand indiscriminately: "Beijing, let's talk calmly, don't say such things..."

It hurts, it hurts...