The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Shen Zhiyu sat on the edge of the bed with one hand gently supporting Xia Beiqing’s face, and softly coaxed: “It’s okay, I’ll be with you. I can’t stay at home all the time. If you really feel uncomfortable, I I'll bring you back right away, okay?"

Xia Beiqing looked at Shen Zhiyu's eyes, froze for a while, and nodded his head.

Shen Zhiyu carried Xia Beiqin downstairs and put him in a wheelchair. Bo Zou was in the lobby and smiled at Xia Beiqin and said, "Master Beiqin, the sun outside is really good, you and Mr. Shen have fun. Right."

When Shen Zhiyu pushed Xia Beiqing out of the door, Bo Zou couldn't hold his smile again, and secretly wiped away tears.

It was sunny outside, and Shen Zhiyu pushed Xia Beiqing to stroll along the road, fearing that Xia Beiqing would be bored, Shen Zhiyu kept chatting with him, but unfortunately, Xia Beiqing couldn't reply aloud.

Shen Zhiyu picked a flower from the branch and handed it to Xia Beiqin, smiling and saying, "Smell it, it's very fragrant."

Xia Beiqing sniffed very obediently, then nodded.

Shen Zhiyu put the flower in Xia Beiqing's hand: "Take it, let's take it back and put it on the head of the bed."

Xia Beiqing shook his head.

Shen Zhiyu asked: "What's the matter? Don't you like it?"

Xia Beiqin lifted the flower, pressed the petals down, and held the flower in a slow downward motion.

Shen Zhiyu understood what he meant. He meant that the flowers would wither.

"It's okay, when it's dying, we made it into a dried flower and put it in a book as a bookmark." Shen Zhiyu said.

Xia Beiqing's eyes brightened for a moment.

Shen Zhiyu touched his head: "Did you see it, Northward, this flower grows on the branch, which can be viewed by people. It can be placed on the head of the bed to let people smell the fragrance of the flower. If you are afraid of withering and withering, you can still It’s made into bookmarks, so no matter what it is, no matter what you encounter, you can live out a different value."

Xia Beiqin gently rotated the flower in his hand and flicked the petals with his fingers, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Little Overlord?" Suddenly, a call came from a distance.

Shen Zhiyu and Xia Beiqing turned their heads at the same time, and saw a young man walking in front of him. He was about the same age as Xia Beiqing. Shen Zhiyu recognized him. He was also in the third grade of Lance Middle School. He was Xia. A classmate of Beiqi.

The boy approached, looked at Xia Beiqin in the wheelchair, slowly moved his eyes down, and looked at his legs under the blanket. The boy was full of consternation: "Why are you sitting in a wheelchair? What happened?"

The teenager is not caring, his expression is clearly curiosity and gossip.

Xia Beiqing's face was pale.

The boy blinked and asked reluctantly, "Little Overlord, why are you not talking? Don't you recognize me?"

Shen Zhiyu immediately stepped forward, just like protecting a chicken cub, blocking Xia Beiqin's front.

The boy only noticed Shen Zhiyu at this time, staring in incredible eyes: "Ms. Shen? Why are you here?"

Shen Zhiyu didn't speak, but turned his head to look, and saw Xia Beiqin in the wheelchair burying his head, his hands tightly clenched at the corners of his clothes, shaking uncontrollably. 

Shen Zhiyu immediately stretched out his hand, held the wheelchair, and turned Xia Beiqin to leave, and walked quickly in the direction of Jun's house.

Back in the room, Shen Zhiyu helped Xia Beiqing sit down by the bed, and hurriedly cupped his head with his hands. Just when he wanted to speak, Xia Beiqing turned away, avoiding his touch, and then pulled the quilt. Wrap yourself, twist your body desperately toward the corner of the bed. 

Shen Zhiyu knew that he had just met an acquaintance and inquiries from an acquaintance must have hurt him.