The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Shen Zhiyu clenched his hands, endured the pain and shook his head: "It's okay...Why do you get up so early today, are you hungry?"

Xia Beiqing nodded.

Shen Zhiyu walked over, pushing Xia Beiqing's wheelchair with one hand, pushing him back to the room with some difficulty. 

"Wait for me, I'll get you some food."

Xia Beiqing held the notebook to Shen Zhiyu.

——Mr. Shen, I'll help you in the kitchen.

Shen Zhiyu touched his head: "The kitchen is too small for two people to turn around. You wait for me in the room and it will be all right soon."

Xia Beiqing nodded obediently.

The moment Shen Zhiyu walked out of the room and closed the door, his face couldn't be stretched, he held the blood drawn arm tightly, and his brow curled in pain.

After leaning on the wall for a long time, he straightened up and walked into the kitchen with heavy steps, opened the refrigerator and looked at it, and finally took a bag of noodles.

The blood drawn arm was so painful that she couldn't move. Shen Zhiyu could only use one hand to hold the pot to collect water, one hand to twist the gas stove, and the other to lower the bar.

Because I didn’t have much strength on my body, I accidentally knocked the lid of the pot to the ground. Several times it was almost burned by the hot water. The first time I was cooking so hard and messy, it took a full half an hour to cook a simple noodle. When the noodles were put into the bowl, Shen Zhiyu was already sweating profusely.

Bring the bowl to the dining table, the bottom of the bowl was so hot that his fingers were red.

Shen Zhiyu wiped the sweat off his forehead, forced himself to smile, then walked into the room, and smiled at Xia Bei in the wheelchair: "Okay, I'll cook noodles for you."

Coming to the living room, Xia Beiqing saw that there was only a bowl of noodles on the table. He picked up the pen and paper he carried with him and wrote to Shen Zhiyu.

——Mr. Shen, don't you want to eat it?

Shen Zhiyu smiled and shook his head: "I have eaten outside and I am not hungry yet."

Xia Beiqing picked up the chopsticks and delivered the noodles to his mouth. Just after taking a bite, he stopped.

Shen Zhiyu looked at him: "What's the matter?"

Xia Bei leaned on the chopsticks and wrote on the paper.

——Mr. Shen, the noodles are a bit saltier than usual.

He held up the paper and smiled embarrassedly at Shen Zhiyu.

Shen Zhiyu also smiled: "I didn't pay attention to it, is it salty? Do you want me to cook a bowl for you again?"

Xia Beiqing shook his head.

——It’s okay, Mr. Shen's noodles are still delicious.

He picked up his chopsticks and continued to eat noodles.

After eating the noodles cleanly and taking a few more vitamin calcium tablets, Xia Beiqing became a little drowsy, and Shen Zhiyu pushed him into the room with one hand and helped him to lie down on the bed.

Suddenly, Xia Beiqin clasped Shen Zhiyu's neck with his arms, and looked at Shen Zhiyu with eyes that wanted to speak.

Shen Zhiyu asked: "What's wrong?"

Xia Beiqing picked up the pen and paper beside the bed, and after writing, put it into Shen Zhiyu's hand.

Shen Zhiyu opened the paper and saw a sentence written on it.

——Mr. Shen, if I lose control again, you will tie me up and don't let me hurt you.

Seeing these words, Shen Zhiyu’s eyes were hot, and he only felt a soreness from the bottom of his heart. He held Xia Beiqin tightly, choked and said: "No... you didn't hurt me, you have been protecting me. ."

Xia Beiqing stretched out his hand and patted Shen Zhiyu's back, as if he was coaxing him in this way.

I don't know how long he came here, Xia Beiqing fell asleep in bed, Shen Zhiyu covered him with a quilt, and walked out of the room. It happened that He Jiayi called at this moment.

After connecting, He Jiayi asked on the other end: "How is it? Is the arm okay?"