The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Xia Beiqing was stunned, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing, his eyes gradually burned red with anger, and he stared at Shen Zhiyu viciously, wishing to see him through.

After a while, he trembled and asked: "Who is not naive? Who is in the same world as you? Who can walk with you to the end?! Is that He Jiayi? You like him?!"

Shen Zhiyu was too lazy to refute, turning his head away from him.

"Okay...very good, you don't want me because of him!" Xia Beiqing suddenly laughed, revealing sharp little tiger teeth, a terrifying laughter, with a smile: "I will kill him now. !"

Xia Beiqing got up from the sofa and rushed out of the door.

Shen Zhiyu grabbed his arm: "It has nothing to do with him, don't trouble him!"

Xia Beiqin turned his head abruptly, his eyes were like poisoned snakes, wishing to swallow Shen Zhiyu alive.

"I'm protecting him now, right? I'm not going to trouble him, I'll kill you!" Xia Beiqing firmly buckled Shen Zhiyu's shoulder blades, pressed him against the cold wall, and lifted him up. The fist slammed at him.

Shen Zhiyu did not hide, closed his eyes subconsciously, a gust of wind blew past his ears, and then, with a loud bang, Xia Beiqin slammed his fist on the wall beside his head, and the joints were scratched. A stream of blood oozes, leaving a dazzling mark on the wall.

Xia Beiqing lowered his head decadently, slowly letting go of his hold on Shen Zhiyu, and said in a harsh voice: "I will get out now, I will never come again, don't regret it!"

He staggered back, turned and rushed out the door.

It wasn't until the door was closed with a bang that Shen Zhiyu opened his eyelids trembling, tears bursting out of his eye sockets, and falling one by one.

Xia Beiqing's departure was like taking his soul away. He couldn't use any strength, his limbs were not controlled by his brain, and he could only let his body slide down the wall and fell heavily on the cold ground.

Late at night, the bar box.

Xia Beiqin leaned against Jiang Xiujie, making a painful sob from his throat, crying and talking intermittently.

"He doesn't want me...why does he...he dare not want me..."

Jiang Xiujie, one head and two older, patted Xia Beiqing on the shoulder: "We have known each other since we were young. We have been brothers for so many years. We haven't seen you cry like this. Are you so?"

"Yes, what is he worthy of Shen Zhiyu, it is worth crying like this?" Lu Yuan said viciously from the side: "He dare not want you, we will kill him, come, give me the phone!"

Xia Beiqing was so drunk and confused, he couldn't hear anything, just cried.

Lu Yuan directly took out the phone from Xia Beiqin's pocket, fiddled with it twice, and then tucked the phone back into his pocket.

Just plugging it back, the phone rang suddenly.

Lu Yuan took it out and took a look, and suddenly threw the phone to Jiang Xiujie in fright: "Fuck, I don't dare to pick it up!"

Jiang Xiujie looked down and found that the caller ID was Jun Siche.

"Nima, why are you looking for any bad luck!"

The ringtone of the cell phone is like a spell for life. For the sake of Xia Beiqing's life, Jiang Xiujie didn't dare to hang up, so he could only bite the bullet and put it on.

A cold voice from the man came from the other end: "I don't want to go home on weekends, do you want to die?!"

Jiang Xiujie immediately smiled hippiely: "Brother Che, it's me, Jiang Xiujie, Bei Qing hasn't seen us for a long time, and he was drunk for a while. Don't worry, we will send the people back right away!"