The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

In the living room, Yang Shaodan sat on the sofa.

Xia Beiqing pushed the wheelchair over, came to Yang Shao, and handed him the tea in his hand.

Yang Shao took it and said thank you.

When he noticed that the man looked at him with the gaze of a normal person, instead of being curious or surprised, Xia Beiqing was slightly relieved.

Yang Shao took a sigh of relief, and said calmly: "I know your relationship with Zhiyu."

Xia Beiqin's mouth curled slightly as a response.

Yang Shao wanted to speak again, but he turned around in his wheelchair and returned to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Shen Zhiyu was cutting vegetables, turning his head to look at Xia Beiqing, and asked in surprise: "Why don't you accompany the guests?"

Xia Beiqing shook his head, lowered his head again, in a resisting gesture, he seemed to shut the door, except for a few familiar people, no one else was allowed in.

Shen Zhiyu put down the kitchen knife and said helplessly: "Look, I'm going to cook, and I don't have time to entertain. It's not good to air the guests in the living room."

Xia Beiqing still shook his head.

Shen Zhiyu sighed: "Okay, okay, you are here with me."

I talked to the doctor Yang on the phone before and said that he shouldn't force Xia Beiqin too much, and try his best to follow his advice, and he should not be too hasty about treating psychological matters.

After eating lunch together, Shen Zhiyu got up to clean up the dishes, and said to Xia Beiqi: "You can chat with Yang Shao."

Xia Beiqing wanted to refuse, but the client was right beside him. If he was too resistant, he would be embarrassed by Shen Zhiyu, so he had to lower his head without showing his attitude.

Yang Shao took the initiative to push Xia Beiqin's wheelchair and walked into the room: "It just so happens that I'm bored."

When the two came to the room, Yang Shao noticed Xia Beiqing's situation and did not deliberately close the door. Staying in a closed space with strangers would make Xia Beiqing more nervous.

Xia Beiqing picked up the pen and paper to write, and handed it to Yang Shao.

"I can't speak. It's very inconvenient to chat with me."

Yang Shao took the phone, pressed the recording, then put the phone on his lap, and said with a smile: "There is nothing inconvenient. Nowadays, many people chat on the phone and type on the phone. If you want, we can add one. Friends, it’s also very interesting to chat face to face on mobile phones."

Xia Bei curled up his lips and smiled.

At this time, Yang Shao took out the notebook and pen from the briefcase and placed it in front of him.

Xia Beiqing looked at Yang Shao suspiciously.

Yang Shao said, "I'll finish it with you, so you will relax."

Xia Beiqing thought this was what Shen Zhiyu had told him, and didn't think much about it.

Yang Shao and Xia Beiqing were just chatting, and after a few sentences, they would write in the notebook, as if they were recording something. Xia Beiqing didn't care too much, but turned his head to look at the room at the door from time to time, and his emotions became a little anxious.

Yang Shao saw through his thoughts and asked with a smile: "You have a very good relationship with Zhiyu."

Xia Beiqin retracted his gaze at the door and wrote on the paper-Teacher Shen took good care of me.

Yang Shao said: "The contributions are all mutual, and the encounter takes care of you, and I believe you are also very good to the encounter."

Xia Beiqing was stunned, blinking, as if these words happened to hit his heart.

After talking for about an hour, Xia Beiqing became sleepy, and Shen Zhiyu finally came to the room. He helped Xia Beiqing onto the bed and coaxed him to fall asleep before leaving the room and closing the door.

In the living room, Yang Shao got up from the sofa, Shen Zhiyu walked over, lowered his voice, and asked, "Is his condition okay?"