The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

The next day, the servants got up and found that Xia Beiqin was still kneeling on the ground. His figure was swaying and he could no longer hold it. His face was bloodless and pale as paper, cold sweat slid down his forehead.

Uncle Zou couldn't stand it anymore and ran into the study to intercede with Jun Siche.

"Master Che, or let Bei Qing go to see that Mr. Shen, I believe Master Bei Qing will grow up and he won't be messed up anymore."

Jun Siche was leaning on the chair, flipping through the documents in his hand, raising his eyes lightly, and indifferently sweeping towards Zou Bo: "I let him go, will my dad let him go?"

Uncle Zou was speechless.

Yes, now it is Master Che who has concealed this matter.

Mr. Shen is a man, but the point is... Mr. Shen is the younger brother of that woman.

How much the old man loves his sister, he hates the third person who destroys his sister's marriage!

Xia Beiqing knelt for a day and night without eating or drinking.

Until the next night, everyone was asleep, and the entire Jun family fell into silence.

Zou Bo sneaked out of the room, came to the Yikou hall, squatted next to Xia Beiqing, and stuffed something into his arms.

Xia Beiqin turned his head and looked at Zou Bo in surprise.

Zou Bo whispered, "Master Bei Qing, if you want to leave, just go straight away, I'll open the door for you."

Xia Beiqin's eyes widened, but he still didn't react: "Bo Zou, you are..."

Zou Bo pointed to the things in Xia Beiqing’s arms and smiled kindly: “The ticket, mobile phone and wallet are all here. Although I’m old, I’m not old and pedantic. When I was young, I just wanted to get things. You must be brave to fight for it. There is nothing to be afraid of. No matter how difficult it is, it is not a problem. There is a saying that in life there is always a desperate love and a trip to go."

Xia Beiqing looked at the thing in her hand, her nose sour: "But...you let me go, if Brother Che finds out..."

"Don't worry." Bo Zou smiled and said, "I have been at Jun's house for decades, and Master Che will not treat me well.

Xia Beiqing nodded vigorously: "Bo Zou...Thank you."

Uncle Zou touched the boy's head: "Thank you, you... I grew up watching you."

Xia Beiqin stood up with his arms supported, his knees were already numb, his whole body was stiff, and he fell to the ground several times.

Zou Bo opened the door first, and then helped Xia Beiqin out.

"Master Bei Qing, I can only send you here."

Xia Beiqing thanked him again, then leaned on his knees and stumbled into the night.

Uncle Zou returned to the hall, closed the door gently, and turned around. He suddenly saw a slender figure standing on the stairs, hiding in the darkness, like a ghost coming quietly, looking at him with a pair of cold and sharp eyes.

Uncle Zou immediately covered his heart and was so frightened that his whole body became weak: "Tru...Truye..."

Jun Siche only looked at him without saying anything. After a while, he indifferently withdrew his gaze, turned and stepped upstairs.

Bo Zou just breathed a sigh of relief.

Shuo Country.

Shen Zhiyu was sitting on the sofa with the little pudding nestled in his arms, holding the bottle with his chubby hands, pouting and making a humming sound.

Shen Zhiyu glanced at his watch.

It's already late.

Shen Zhiyu poked Pudding's cheeks: "Your father hasn't come yet. He may be working overtime again. It seems that you are going to sleep at my house again tonight."