The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Jun Duonuan came to the hospital to visit Xia Beiqing almost every day. He often brought some fun things and prepared some jokes, hoping to make Xia Beiqing happy.

After she finished telling the joke, she could see Xia Beiqing smile, but it was a far-fetched smile, as if it was just to reassure others, not from the heart.

That kind of laughter is more uncomfortable than crying.

Jun Duonuan even felt that he would never be truly happy.

After a while, Xia Beiqing was discharged from the hospital and was taken back to Jun's house. In the hall, Shen Zhiyu was standing in front of Jun Xianrong, almost pleading.

"Can I continue to stay here to take care of BeiQing? I know that my sister's affairs make you very angry, and I also know that I have no face to stay here, but now I...cannot leave BeiQing."

Jun Xianrong's face was tense, without saying anything, he turned and left.

He didn’t know what emotion he should use to treat Shen Zhiyu. This kid is the younger brother of that woman. Bei Qing even changed his appearance to save him, but he is also Bei Qing’s lover who is willing to save his life. .

Jun Xianrong didn’t know, if he drove Shen Zhiyu out, Xia Beiqing’s condition would get better or worse, because Xia Beiqing injured not only his legs and vocal cords, but also the heart. No matter how good the medical skills are, he can’t treat him. .

At night, Shen Zhiyu walked into the room with Tang and saw Xia Bei leaning on the edge of the bed, his upper body almost hanging in the air, struggling with his arms on the wheelchair beside the bed, seeming to want to transfer his body to the wheelchair.

Shen Zhiyu rushed over, put the soup aside, and held Xia Beiqing's body: "What are you doing? It's too dangerous."

Xia Beiqing pointed to the wheelchair, probably because he wanted to sit in by himself.

Shen Zhiyu helped him up, leaned against the bed, shook his head, and said: "Little by little, don't worry, I will practice slowly with you. It doesn't matter if you don't use a wheelchair, I can carry you wherever I go. "

He took him out of the basement, then, from now on, he can accompany him to any place, he said, he is his leg.

Shen Zhiyu picked up the soup on the side, scooped a spoon, blew it gently, and then handed it to Xia Beiqin’s lips. Xia Beiqin hid behind and reached out to the bowl of soup, seemingly wanting do it yourself.

Shen Zhiyu handed the soup to Xia Beiqin, and said uneasyly, "Slow down."

Xia Beiqing raised his hand tremblingly, scooped up a spoon of soup, and fed it into his mouth.

Shen Zhiyu looked at him quietly, then touched his pale cheek with his hand, and said distressedly: "Eat more, you are too thin now."

After drinking the soup, Shen Zhiyu sent the bowl out, and soon returned to the room to accompany Xia Beiqing, fearing that Xia Beiqing would be injured again if he was absent.

Shen Zhiyu wrung out the towel, wiped Xia Beiqing's face, and wiped his hands again. After hesitating for a while, he cautiously asked, "Do I need to wash my feet?"

Xia Beiqing's face stiffened for a moment, and he shook his head.

Shen Zhiyu smiled slightly: "It's okay, then don't wash it, let's go to sleep."

Helping Xia Beiqin to lie down on the bed, Shen Zhiyu also took off his shoes and socks, lay down beside him, stretched out his arms to embrace Xia Beiqin, and Xia Beiqin was like an insecure child, tightly Curled up in Shen Zhiyu's arms. 

In the middle of the night, Shen Zhiyu fell asleep in a daze, and was suddenly awakened. He felt Xia Beiqin struggling hard in his arms, and Shen Zhiyu immediately turned on the light.