The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

(This chapter was blocked and reissued with minor revisions. If you have bought this chapter, don’t buy it again. The plot is roughly the same.)

"What are you talking about? How did your sister **** my dad? Talk about how I have no home since I was a child, and no mother? Talk about you knowing that, and you even lied to me as a fool!" Xia Beiqing almost cracked his eyes. , A teardrop rolled down from the corner of his eyes, he gritted his teeth and asked: "When are you going to lie to me!"

Shen Zhiyu looked at the young man, his heart was like being severely torn and torn by a hand, and the pain made him speechless.

Xia Beiqing trembled, crying and laughing: "Shen Zhiyu, you see, you lied to me when it was time to tell the truth, and when you lied to me, you refused to lie."

He loosened Shen Zhiyu's collar a little bit, staggered two steps back, and turned to leave.

Shen Zhiyu hurried forward and grasped Xia Beiqing's wrist tightly: "Northern..."

Xia Beiqing shook his hand abruptly, turned around and grabbed his collar again, raised his fist in the air, his eyes were red with anger: "Don't let me beat you!"

Shen Zhiyu slowly closed his eyes and raised his head.

He would rather be punched.

Do not! He can bear ten punches and a hundred punches!

Xia Beiqing's throat tightened and she pushed Shen Zhiyu away fiercely, as if there was some abyssal **** here, he couldn't stay any longer, turned around and rushed down the stairs.

Shen Zhiyu opened his eyes and looked at Xia Beiqin's leaving figure. He loosened his hand and the plastic bag fell to the ground. The fruits and drinks in it all rolled down the steps.

He pressed his chest with his hand, his whole body seemed to be drained, and he sat down on the stairs fiercely, his vision blurred and his cheeks were cold and moist.

Turning his head, I saw a bouquet of flowers lying quietly on the ground next to him, which had been trampled to pieces.

Shen Zhiyu stretched out his hand, picked up the flowers on the ground, bent down a little bit, hugged the flowers tightly in his arms, exhausted all his strength, and smashed down with tears, his heart was like being caught. Holding one hand, the pain made him breathless, he couldn't even make a cry, and he was ridiculous and embarrassed.

Screwed up, he screwed it all up...

In the middle of the night, the fiasco was placed on the table, Shen Zhiyu leaning on the door, staring at the phone screen, his eyes stinging sore.

He has been sending text messages to Xia Beiqin, but these text messages are like sinking into the sea, without any response, and the call is always unanswered.

Shen Zhiyu is holding the phone, hoping to get a reply.

Even if it is one.

He sat on the cold ground all night, until the sun refracted from the window, he seemed to regain a little consciousness, and he got up from the ground with his arms, suddenly felt a whirl of the sky, and held the door frame in time before falling down.

His head hurts badly, he feels dizzy, and he can't exert any strength all over.

Shen Zhiyu stumbled into the bathroom and poured water on his face with both hands. He was still not sober, as if he might fall down at any time.

My stomach is upset, and I feel like vomiting.

But Shen Zhiyu didn't care about this, he washed his face, grabbed the car key and went out.

His sight was stunned, as if all the scenes were twisting upside down. Shen Zhiyu held the steering wheel with his hands, his reaction to brake and accelerator became sluggish, and he nearly crashed several times.

He didn't know how he drove the car to Jun's house, his thoughts were chaotic, his footsteps were also messy, he forced to get out of the car and walked towards the gate of Jun's house.

Bo Zou just left the house and saw Shen Zhiyu staggering past, and he stepped forward to help