The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Xia Beiqin grew up graciously, his ten fingers were not touched by the spring water. After getting to know Shen Zhiyu, he did the first time washing dishes and doing housework.

"No." Shen Zhiyu snatched the cup in Xia Beiqing's hand and stepped into the kitchen: "Get out of my house, immediately!"

Xia Beiqing's eyes darkened, and she suddenly pinched Shen Zhiyu's waist and pressed him against the frosted glass door of the kitchen. With a few crisp noises, all the cups in Shen Zhiyu's hand fell to the ground and fell. It's torn apart.

Xia Beiqin pressed him, her eyes filled with aggression and possession, as if she had transformed into a beast, trying to swallow him alive.

"Mr. Shen, either let me stay here, I will be obedient and do nothing, or I will tie you up now."

Shen Zhiyu's pupils behind the lens shook: "You threaten me?"

"Of course not." Xia Beiqing's fingers ran across Shen Zhiyu's cheeks, and the corners of her lips were curled up and smiled unclearly: "I just give you two choices. If I tie you up, you can There is really no personal freedom."

Shen Zhiyu pushed Xia Beiqin away abruptly, picked up the cup on the ground and slammed it towards Xia Beiqin. Xia Beiqin stood still, letting the cup hit his head, and in an instant, a burst of blood fell from him. The wound oozes, flowing down his brow bone.

The boy was standing there, his blood-stained eyes staring at Shen Zhiyu, his smile was even more sinister and weird.

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Ye Kingdom, Jun Family.

Just after having lunch, Jun Siche got up from his chair, glanced at Bo Zou with his faint eyes, and said coldly: "The old man came back from the city the day after tomorrow, how do you explain it?"

Bo Zou knew that Jun Siche was referring to Xia Beiqing, and he was dumb for a moment.

If the old man finds out that Xia Beiqing is not studying, and ran to Shuo Country, he still went for a man, and that man’s identity is still...

"Master Che, I..."

"What's the schedule in the afternoon." Jun Siche turned the subject away.

Bo Zou was taken aback for a while before he recovered, and replied, "There is a meeting in the afternoon. You need to go to Junshi in person. The car is ready."

"Go straight." Jun Si Che walked out.

A Maybach was driving fast on the road. Junscher was sitting by the window of the car, holding a tablet in his white and slender hands, and was checking company reports.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang in the ear, as if something had hit the rear of the car, and the body also bumped up. Jun Sicher's body leaned forward, and the tablet in his hand smashed under the seat. .

Bo Zou was frightened, and hurriedly stepped on the brakes, then turned to look at Jun Siche: "Are you all right."

Jun Siche sat up straight and raised his eyebrows: "It's okay, go down and see what's going on."

Bo Zou opened the door and got out of the car. Not long after, he knocked on the window lightly outside. Jun Sicher rolled down the window. Bo Zou stood outside and said, "It's a rear-end collision. That person said he wants to discuss with you."

Jun Sicher opened the door and stepped out of the car. He saw a Bentley parked behind him. The front of the car was against the rear of the Maybach, which had been smashed.

There was a man standing next to Bentley. The man was as long as jade, wearing a pure white shirt, with two buttons unbuttoned, and his collar slightly open. His elegant and noble temperament was completely natural.

He stepped on his slender legs and walked in front of Jun Sicher, his gloomy eyes were narrowed, and his voice was low: "Sorry, it's my responsibility."