The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Xia Beiqing was dumb for a while, and couldn't even say a word of negative.

Because he had to admit that when he first pursued Shen Zhiyu, he felt it was fun, but he was frustrated, so he wanted to play tricks on him and take revenge on him.

But everything later came out of Xia Beiqing’s control. He wanted to see Shen Zhiyu more and more, and he wanted to stay with Shen Zhiyu more and more, hugging and kissing, even if he was lying on the sofa, no one said anything. Can make him feel satisfied.

In Xia Beiqing's endless silence, Shen Zhiyu's eyes dimmed a little bit.

"I already know the answer." He walked around Xia Beiqin, holding the suitcase, and walking towards the door.

Xia Beiqing was just waking up from a dream, and wanted to stop Shen Zhiyu: "Don't go...Don't go..."

At this moment, Shen Zhiyu suddenly grabbed the things on the table and slammed it at Xia Beili's feet, and overthrew the coffee table among them. For the first time, he made such a gaffe, as if he was crazy, and roared in anger: "I have no job and can no longer be a teacher. I have been spurned by others. I have nothing left. What do you want, do you want to die here?!"

He picked up the potted plant fragments on the ground, put it on his neck, and said viciously: "Do you really want me to die? You are willing to let me go!"

"Teacher Shen!" Xia Beiqing yelled in panic, froze, staring at the fragments Shen Zhiyu was holding in his hand, not daring to move forward, fearing that he would make some radical moves, and said in a trembled voice. : "I...I don't force you, at least, you tell me where you are going, okay?"

"You don't need to know." Shen Zhiyu held the fragments in one hand and the suitcase in the other. When he walked to the door, he dropped the fragments and left the room decisively.

Xia Beiqing turned around and hurried to catch up, but when he ran to the door, he stopped abruptly and watched Shen Zhiyu's figure walking downstairs, gradually moving away, until he disappeared from his sight.

A voice crashed in his head.

Catch up! Quickly catch up!

But Xia Beiqing's footsteps were as heavy as lead, and it was as if he was caught in something that prevented him from taking a step.

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Jiang Xiujie suddenly received a call from Xia Beiqing and his hands were shaking with excitement.

"My God, Xia Beiqing, you finally showed up, and I thought you were dead! How is it, is it better now?"

"Who sent the photo to the post, right?" Xia Beiqing asked gloomily on the other side of the phone.

Being able to get the photos on his mobile phone and coding him was obviously aimed at Shen Zhiyu. Apart from these friends, he couldn't think of anyone else.

Jiang Xiujie swallowed, stammering, unable to say a word.

"Is that you?" Xia Beiqing's voice was terrifying.

"No, no... it's not me!" Jiang Xiujie was anxious to separate the relationship and struggled in his heart for a long time, but now that he has to tell the truth: "It should be Lu Yuan, you were drunk that night, he said I’m going to deal with Shen Zhiyu, and then take your phone again. I don’t know what I’m doing..."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and immediately afterwards, Xia Beiqing's cold questioning: "Where is he now?!"

"Listen to him, I want to get together in Xiaohai's bar, Beiqin, everyone is brothers, don't mess around, Lu Yuan..."

Before Jiang Xiujie had finished speaking, the phone was hung up.

In the bar box, Lu Yuan opened a bottle of wine, looked at the time again, and asked everyone, "Why haven't Jiang Xiujie yet, have you gotten through to Beiqin?"