The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

But Yunci still looked indifferent, looking at the man with cold eyes: "What is our relationship, and what qualifications do you have to shut me down?"

Jun Siche frowned: "You live in Jun's house, what do you think is our relationship?"

Yun Ci tilted his head and said lightly: "I don't think we have anything to do with each other. I will move out of Jun's house immediately!"

"No!" The strength of Jun Sito's grasping Yunci's arm suddenly increased.

Yunci asked, "Why not? Give me a reason."

Jun Siche was silent, and pressed his thin lips into a straight line, as if something was surging under his eyes, he was forcibly pressed down just as he was about to pop out of his eyes.

After a while, he dropped his head, let go of Yunci's arm, and took two steps backwards.

Yun Ci turned and walked upstairs and returned to the room. She sat down by the bed and held one of her arms, as if she could still feel the temperature of the man's palm.

Her attitude just now was nothing more than a temptation. In a vague way, she seemed to be aware of something, but she couldn't be sure.

At the same time, Shuo Guo.

Shen Zhiyu is on the phone with He Jiayi.

"He still found it."

He Jiayi's voice came from the other end: "What about the psychologist?"

"Ok."

"Then what is his situation now?"

Shen Zhiyu looked back at the closed door: "He is now very resistant to me."

He Jiayi sighed and didn't know what to say.

Shen Zhiyu stepped forward, walked to a place a little further away from the room, and said in a low voice: "Jiayi, are you in Shuo Country? I want to see you."

He Jiayi was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that Shen Zhiyu would suddenly propose to meet: "What happened to the Shuo Country I just arrived yesterday?"

"There is something I want to talk to you." Shen Zhiyu clenched his phone tightly, as if he had made up his mind.

Unfortunately, He Jiayi could not see his expression.

"Okay, give me the address, and I will find you."

"No." Shen Zhiyu thought for a while and said, "Let's meet outside."

He Jiayi felt a little strange. Why did Shen Zhiyu suddenly propose to meet outside? Is there anything that Xia Beiqing can't let Xia Beiqing know?

After hanging up the phone, Shen Zhiyu walked out of the room again, reached out and knocked on the door, and whispered, "Northern, can I go in?"

In the past few days, Xia Beiqing has resisted his attitude. He would not touch him or write on paper to show him. No matter what he said, he would not give any response. He even only took a few mouthfuls of food. He refused to eat any more.

He always shrank himself in the bed, not just Shen Zhiyu, he seemed to resist everything outside, like a trapped beast, holding his injured body tightly, afraid of letting anyone approach.

There was no response in the room, Shen Zhiyu directly opened the door and saw a small bag puffing up on the bed, Xia Beiqing really shrank inside.

Shen Zhiyu walked over to the bed and sat down, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the bed, hesitated for a moment, he said: "Northern, I will heal your throat and legs."

Hearing this, the quilt suddenly trembled. Then, the quilt was finally lifted, revealing Xia Beiqin's thin and dead face, and he took out the pen and paper on the bedside to write.

——Uncurable.

The boy's face seemed to be filled with disappointment and abandonment.

However, Shen Zhiyu said calmly, "I will find the best doctor, and I will always find a way."

Xia Beiqing shook his head and continued to write on the paper.

——All doctors have said that there is no way to heal my legs and throat.