The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Shen Zhiyu stood up and stretched out his hand to help Xia Beiqin, but Xia Beiqin pushed Shen Zhiyu away, refusing to let him touch, and climbed onto the bed with difficulty, then pulled up the quilt and curled himself tightly into the quilt in.

Shen Zhiyu stood by the bed, watching the bulging bed trembling, as if he had returned to the past. He retracted into his body and refused to expose his heart again.

Shen Zhiyu tentatively reached out his hand, trying to touch the trembling drum, but suddenly stopped. After a while, he still retracted his hand and pressed his head tightly, feeling guilty like a vine. Hold him.

Blame him, it's all his fault.

He shouldn’t hire a psychiatrist. Even if Xia Beiqing really has any phantom pain or loses his mind, he will always stay with him and protect him instead of giving him a second place like now. Injury.

Late at night, Xia Beiqing was still shrinking in the bed. Shen Zhiyu walked into the room with food and sat down by the bed. He put one hand on the bed and coaxed softly, "Is you hungry? I cooked you. My favorite fish soup, okay when I get up to eat?"

There was no response from the people in the bed. Shen Zhiyu put the food in his hand aside and slowly pulled away the quilt, and he saw that Xia Beiqing was holding his body tightly, like an insecure child.

Shen Zhiyu directly hugged Xia Beiqin into his arms, his tone almost begging: "Beiqin, don't scare me, okay, you can beat and scold me, but don't torture yourself."

Xia Beiqing struggled twice, broke away from Shen Zhiyu's embrace, picked up the pen and paper beside him, and slowly wrote on the paper.

——Mr. Shen, I am your drag.

"No!" Shen Zhiyu simply vetoed it, grabbed the pen and paper in Xia Beiqing's hand and threw it aside, holding up the pale and dead face of the young boy, and saying every word: "Beijing, listen to me, you will never It’s me, remember?"

Xia Beiqing shook his head, slowly lowered his hands, bowed his eyebrows, and had no reaction at all.

It was the first time that Shen Zhiyu felt that he was so powerless, as if no matter what he did was useless.

Ye Kingdom, Jun Family.

Yun Ci sat by the bed and removed the bandage on her arm. The gunshot wound was healed. She had just put her sleeve into the house, and the phone next to her suddenly rang. It was from Su Mi.

After connecting, Su Mi's voice was a little urgent: "It should be possible to find out who the third-party forces are!"

Yunci suddenly grabbed his mobile phone: "Who is it? Is it an enemy or a friend?"

Su Mi said: "Some of the villagers you came back, there is a villager who can be contacted by the third-party force. Just ask that side to find out. Come to my house tomorrow."

"it is good."

The next day, Yun Ci rushed to Su Mi's residence early in the morning, walked in the door, and saw a plainly dressed woman sitting in the living room.

Su Mi introduced: "In the last operation, she was rescued by you, but her husband was taken away by that third party. She can contact her husband."

Yunci nodded: "When will people come?"

"Someone has been sent to pick it up."

Sitting on the sofa and waiting for a while, the sound of the car stalling sounded outside the door, Su Mi got up to open the door, Chu Yu walked in, followed by a dark man behind him.

"Husband!"

The woman suddenly stood up from the sofa, rushed to the man, and hugged him tightly.

"Are you OK?"

"nothing and you?"

Two people asked each other about worrying.