The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

This was the first time he came to his dream after his mother passed away, and his mother's soft voice seemed to linger in his ears.

Everyone has the right to pursue happiness, and one should look forward and move forward while alive.

What should he do?

Once, his sister-in-law gave him a choice of two, but his mother told him that all this was never a multiple choice.

Xia Beiqing opened the drawer in a panic and took out a stack of photos from it. The photos were scattered on the bed, all of which were Shen Zhiyu's figure.

He stretched out his hand, gently touched the person on the photo, and then hugged the photo and hugged it tightly in his arms, just like he used to hold Teacher Shen.

Shuo Country.

On Friday night, Shen Zhiyu went to the supermarket. He took out a list showing the daily necessities that the family lacked. He pushed the shopping cart and walked to the ingredients section. He accidentally caught a glimpse of the steak that was doing special promotions. Got to froze.

In the past, Xia Beiqing liked steaks very much. He knew that in Xia Beiqing’s family, he would eat top-notch fresh steaks. He might only be able to buy packaged steaks from the supermarket and bring them back. I fry it myself.

Xia Beiqing never disliked it, and even ate happily. For a while, he almost pestered himself every day, letting himself buy steaks and go home for frying, as if he wouldn't get tired of eating it.

and many more!

Why do you think of those things again?

Shen Zhiyu's thoughts were forcibly pulled back, and he shook his head, as if he wanted to get rid of those memories as well.

After buying good things, Shen Zhiyu received a call from Wei Heng when he came out of the supermarket.

"Zhiyu, I said I would invite you to dinner last time. Are you free tomorrow night? I have a seat in the restaurant."

Shen Zhiyu put the things in the trunk: "If you have time, you can actually buy some food and eat at home, so you don't need to spend so much money."

Wei Heng laughed heartily: "Hey! I don’t know how to cook. I always let Little Pudding eat your dinner. It is not expensive or expensive. A meal is still affordable. It is an ordinary restaurant. , Don't dislike it."

Little Pudding’s soft and glutinous voice also came from the other end of the phone: "Mr. Shen...for dinner..."

Shen Zhiyu curled his lips: "How can you dislike it? See you tomorrow night."

Wei Heng's voice suddenly rose a bit: "Okay! I will send you the address of the restaurant!"

After hanging up the phone, I received a short message from Wei Heng, which contained a series of detailed addresses, not far from his residence.

Shen Zhiyu put his mobile phone in his pocket, got in the car, and left the supermarket parking lot.

A crescent moon hung in the sky, dotted with stars all around, and street lights flickered. When he returned to Xiaoyanglou, Shen Zhiyu turned off and got out of the car, took out the contents of the trunk, entered the password and opened the door.

Walking into the living room, Shen Zhiyu put the daily necessities away, stuffed the freshly bought fruit into the refrigerator, heated a glass of milk, and went to the bathroom to take a shower after drinking.

Not long after he came out of the bathroom, he dried his wet hair with a towel, opened the door and walked into the bedroom without turning on the light, intending to go to bed directly by the moonlight.

As soon as Shen Zhiyu walked to the bed, a black shadow flashed in front of him. Before he could react, he was suddenly hugged from behind.

In an instant, Shen Zhiyu's back stiffened and stopped deliberately. He also took the towel in his hand and fell to the ground. For the first time, he felt that the person behind him should be a thief or a gangster.

As a result, Shen Zhiyu calmed down quickly and did not yell, so as not to disturb the people behind him, which would only be detrimental to him.