The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

"Yes, yes!" Jiang Xiujie pulled Xia Beiqing to sit down: "If you really like this, let Yu En introduce you to a few more!"

Shen Zhiyu grabbed the doorknob's hand and trembled uncontrollably. The whole person was like falling into an ice cellar. From head to toe, the blood was frozen inch by inch in his body. When Xia Beiqin said, every word was like a blade. , Cutting his heart.

Play? revenge? Throw it when you have enough?

The sweetness of the past is still vivid, is everything fake?

No wonder... No wonder he started chasing himself inexplicably, it turned out to be like this...

Surrounded by people, Shen Zhiyu felt suffocated, and a violent panic surged from the bottom of his heart. He didn't dare to stop. He was afraid and would hear more ruthless and cold words, which would force him into the abyss. , Fell to pieces.

Shen Zhiyu suddenly let go of his hand, staggered back, accidentally bumped into a bartender, smashed, and spilled his whole body of wine.

"Sorry..." Shen Zhiyu's voice was trembling, and he turned around and rushed to the other side of the corridor as if running away.

In the box, Xia Beiqin became stiff, and suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the door. Jiang Xiujie followed his gaze, only the door was closed.

"What are you looking at?"

Xia Beiqing didn't speak.

He seemed to hear Shen Zhiyu's voice.

Then I thought about it, and thought I was ridiculous. How could Shen Zhiyu come here?

Shen Zhiyu stumbled out of the bar and rushed to the car, covering his face tightly with his hands. There was silence in the car. He gritted his teeth and made no sound, but tears still leaked from his fingers.

That's ridiculous…

He has lived for twenty-eight years, but he will still be fooled. What he thinks is tempted, it turned out to be just a joke.

Just yesterday, my sister asked him whether he should be an underground lover for a lifetime?

No, he is not even an underground lover, he is just a thing that can be thrown away after playing enough!

Shen Zhiyu patted his head fiercely, wishing to pour Xia Beiqian and all those ridiculous memories from his mind.

Late at night, a group of people left the bar drunk, Jiang Xiujie helped Xia Beiqing: "You will be scolded to death by your uncle when you go home like this? Or I will help you open a hotel room nearby?"

Xia Beiqing shook his head and pushed Jiang Xiujie away, walking along the side of the road unsteadily.

Jiang Xiujie hurried to catch up: "Where are you going so late?"

Xia Beiqing's eyes were red, and he stared at him viciously: "Don't follow me!"

"Okay, okay..." Jiang Xiujie slowly let go, watching Xia Beiqing hire a taxi and leave.

In the dim and narrow corridor, Xia Beiqing supported the railing to climb to the third floor, then stretched out his hand and patted the security door severely. The loud bang was especially loud in the empty community.

Shen Zhiyu was wrapped in a blanket and collapsed on the sofa. He was confused. He was struggling to move a finger. He vaguely heard someone knocking on the door, and he didn't bother to bother about it.

It wasn't until the people outside started kicking the door with his feet that he had to stand up with his arm and drag a heavy step over in order not to be complained by neighbors.

As soon as he opened the door, a figure rushed in, and Shen Zhiyu subconsciously stepped back two steps, looking at Xia Beiqin who suddenly appeared in front of him, those unpleasant words seemed to ring in his ears again, tearing his heart fiercely.

In an instant, Shen Zhiyu stopped breathing.

The door behind him was slammed shut, and Xia Beiqing slowly opened his eyelids. His pupils were loose after being drunk, but they were still cold and fierce.