The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

She was indeed in this action.

What should he do before she waits for her to stop participating in these dangerous things.

Jun Siche stretched out his hand and touched the girl's cheek lightly with his fingertips, moving cautiously.

Staring at her for a while, Jun Sicher restrained his gaze, put down Yunci's sleeves, got up and left the room.

Shuo country, late at night.

Shen Zhiyu finished the phone call and returned to the room. Xia Beiqin was sitting on the bed with wet hair, looking at Shen Zhiyu with questioning eyes.

Shen Zhiyu took a towel and sat beside him, wiping Xia Beiqin's hair, and said, "Yang Shao will come over the day after tomorrow."

Xia Beiqing immediately picked up the pen and paper on the side to write.

——Why does he always come over.

This month, Yang Shao has been here four or five times, almost once a week.

Seeing these words, Shen Zhiyu couldn't help but say: "What's the matter? Isn't he welcome?"

Xia Beiqing shook his head, hesitated for a while, he still wrote on the paper.

——I don't like him very much.

Shen Zhiyu's fingertips shuttled between the soft hair of the young man, and asked softly, "Why?"

Xia Beiqing continued to write.

——When he chats with me, he always interrogates prisoners like a policeman.

Shen Zhiyu lowered his head and pressed his head against the boy's cheek, with a warm and pleasant voice: "He is single and doesn't have many friends. Maybe he feels too lonely, so he always comes to us. Let's tolerate him."

Xia Beiqing pouted slowly, put the pen and paper aside, not writing, even if he was reluctant, but Teacher Shen coaxed him so much, he couldn't refuse.

Before going to bed, Xia Beiqing still wrote a sentence and handed it to Shen Zhiyu.

——I hope he can find a girlfriend sooner.

Shen Zhiyu couldn't help laughing, and kissed Xia Beiqing on the cheek.

In the morning, Shen Zhiyu was preparing food in the kitchen, which was good for Xia Beiqin's health.

The doorbell rang suddenly.

Xia Beiqin pushed the wheelchair and went to open the door. He saw Yang Shao standing outside, again in a suit and leather shoes, with a smile on his lips.

"Hello, I'm sorry again."

Xia Beiqin stepped back and let Yang Shao in.

After a few more contacts, Xia Beiqing no longer resisted Yang Shao so much. He would open the door voluntarily and open the door to Yang Shao to help Shen Zhiyu entertain him.

After lunch, Shen Zhiyu was washing dishes in the kitchen, and Yang Shao pushed Xia Bei into the room to chat.

He pressed his notebook and cell phone under his arm, and smiled at Xia Bei who was opposite: "How have you been recently?"

Xia Beiqin wrote on the paper.

--not bad.

Then, Yang Shao asked several more questions.

Just like Xia Beiqing said before, chatting with Yang Shao is not like a normal chat, more like a police interrogating the prisoner, as if to dig his heart away and spy clean.

After a while, Shen Zhiyu's voice came in from outside.

"Yang Shao, there are cut fruits in the living room. Come and bring them."

Yang Shao stood up and walked out of the room.

As soon as he left, the phone on the table vibrated.

Xia Beiqin glanced at the door and saw that Yang Shao hadn't come back. He picked up the phone and found that someone was calling. It vibrated for a while, and the phone hung up again.

Xia Beiqing was about to put the phone back, and suddenly saw a microphone flashing at the top of the screen. He was not a person who infringed on other people's privacy, but like a ghost, he reached out and clicked on the microphone.

Immediately, the phone screen jumps to the recording interface.

Xia Beiqing's heart stunned.

The recording time shows ten minutes, and only ten minutes have passed since he and Yang Shao chatted.

So, Yang Shao recorded it since they started chatting?