The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

"If you want to reconcile, then my answer is impossible. My character never looks back. There will be cracks when I reunite with a broken mirror. It's meaningless.

If you want to retaliate, you lied to my feelings, lied to my body, causing my teacher qualification certificate to be revoked, losing my job, and being unable to stay in Ye Kingdom, I think you have retaliated hard enough.

If you feel that it is not enough, then you still want to retaliate, do it all at once, and roll in front of my eyes when the revenge is over, I don’t want to waste time with you! "

Every word Shen Zhiyu said turned into a knife, ruthlessly stabbing Xia Beiqin’s heart. The first time he felt heart-piercing, it was his mother's death. The second time, it was Because of Shen Zhiyu.

He really didn't know which link went wrong, driving the two people to this point, and the development of things seems to never be under his control.

At this time, the abrupt bell rang, pulling back their thoughts.

Xia Beiqing glanced at Shen Zhiyu's phone, not his phone rang, but the phone in his pocket.

At the beginning, the two people set the same ringtone for incoming calls. Now, Shen Zhiyu has not changed it, and Xia Beiqin has not changed it.

Xia Beiqing released Shen Zhiyu slightly, took out the mobile phone in his pocket, saw the caller ID, and suddenly changed his face.

He took the cell phone and walked a few steps away before connecting.

When Shen Zhi met Xia Beiqin turned his back, and yelled to Brother Che in a low voice, a roar came from the other end of the phone. Xia Beiqin could only act like obediently listening to the training, and he dared not say a word of refutation.

After a while, he hung up the phone, turned around and strode towards Shen Zhiyu.

Shen Zhiyu stepped back again and again, before he could dodge, he was taken into his arms by the boy again.

Xia Beiqing quickly kissed Shen Zhiyu's face: "Mr. Shen, I need to go back, and I will come again soon, and that is..."

He squinted his sharp eyes, and his eyes were like a huge net, covering Shen Zhiyu in prison.

"Don't try to escape, you can't escape."

Abandoning these words, he returned the phone to Shen Zhiyu, turned and walked out the door.

It wasn't until the teenager completely disappeared that Shen Zhiyu's tight body relaxed. For a while, it was like being drained of energy. He held the dining table in time and barely stabilized his figure. The whole living room still has the breath of a teenager, let Shen Zhiyu even had difficulty breathing.

On the way back, Xia Beiqing called the private detective.

"Watch him, and report to me immediately if you have any situation!"

As soon as I stepped into the door of Jun's house, I felt the atmosphere depressed, as if the mountains were about to rain.

Jun Siche, who was sitting on the sofa, had a tight face, squinted his cold eyes, and the side face that melted into the shadows was deep, and a dangerous breath exuded from his bones, like a black mist that entangled him.

Xia Bei swallowed and slowed down, almost moving in a little bit.

Bo Zou looked at Xia Beiqi and sighed.

"Che... Brother Che..." Xia Beiqin walked into the living room and was about to sit down on the sofa. The man facing him raised his eyes and shot him with a blade-like look, which made him stand up straight again.

Junsi looked at him coldly, the murderous air in his eyes was about to come out, and his voice did not have a hint of warmth: "Are you crazy?!"

Xia Beiqing lowered his head.

"I was bored in my room all day, and I didn’t go to school. Now I didn’t even say hello, and I ran to Shuo Country! When the news came from Shuo Country, I couldn’t believe it, Xia Beiqing, you The courage is really getting bigger and bigger!"