The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Hearing the noise, He Jiayi strode over to help Shen Zhiyu: "Wake up? How do you feel?"

"Fortunately..." Shen Zhiyu's voice was hoarse and faint, sounding not good at all, he struggled to get out of bed.

He Jiayi stopped him: "What's good, I don't know what your health is like? You just lie down and don't move."

Shen Zhiyu shook his head: "I'm going back, Bei Qing is still at home."

"He won't die at home, can't you rest for a few more hours before going back?!" He Jiayi finally couldn't control his inner anger.

Shen Zhiyu forced a pale smile: "He is very insecure now. If I go back too late, he will be thinking about it again."

"you…"

If possible, He Jiayi really wants to give Shen Zhiyu a punch.

There was a stalemate for a while, but Shen Zhiyu really couldn't hold him back. He Jiayi could only help him up, and asked a little worried: "How do you go back like this?"

"I'll just take a taxi," Shen Zhiyu said.

He Jiayi helped Shen Zhiyu out of the institute and drove him into the car. Seeing the direction the taxi was far away, He Jiayi couldn't help sighing.

Xia Beiqin broke his leg for Shen Zhiyu and dumbed his throat. Shen Zhiyu is now doing research for Xia Beiqin's blood. Two people are hurting and torturing each other when they are together. When will this torture end?

When he returned to the apartment, Shen Zhiyu kept his arms slightly hidden behind him, just like last time, he tugged at the corner of his mouth, trying to make himself look as if nothing had happened, and then opened the door.

Xia Beiqing was sitting in the living room watching TV and saw Shen Zhiyu coming back. He immediately put his hand on the wheelchair and pushed himself to Shen Zhiyu, took out a pen and paper to write, and held it to him.

——Mr. Shen, where have you been? Why did it take so long to come back.

Shen Zhiyu squatted down in front of Xia Beiqing and said with a smile, "I went to meet an old friend, so I talked for a long time."

Xia Beiqing nodded, grabbing his pen to write, suddenly raised his timid eyes and glanced at Shen Zhiyu, as if he still wanted to ask more, but didn't dare, because he was afraid that Shen Zhiyu would be annoying, so he slowly released Took the pen in hand.

At this moment, a grunt came from his stomach, and Xia Beiqing immediately covered his stomach with his hands.

Shen Zhiyu asked: "What's wrong? Are you hungry?"

Xia Beiqin showed a slightly shy smile.

Shen Zhiyu lowered his eyes slightly to look at his arm. The arm that was drawn with blood last time was not completely healed. This time, he changed another arm to draw blood. It was a bit difficult to move both arms.

After thinking for a while, Shen Zhiyu said, "Or, shall we order takeaway?"

Xia Beiqin looked at Shen Zhiyu with questioning eyes.

Shen Zhiyu explained: "I always eat the dishes I cook. I feel tired of myself. I will change my taste today. What do you think?" 

Xia Beiqing smiled and nodded.

Soon, the takeaway was delivered on time. Xia Beiqing helped Shen Zhiyu take out the food together, then picked up the chopsticks, picked two noodles and stuffed it into his mouth, turned around and nodded at Shen Zhiyu with a smile, as if Said it tastes good.

Shen Zhiyu looked at the noodles in front of him, but was stunned. He did not move for a long time. The arm he was drawing blood from today happened to be his right hand, and he couldn't eat with his left hand. Xia Beiqin would definitely see the flaws.

After thinking about it, Shen Zhiyu raised his right hand that had just drawn blood. As soon as he moved, the pain spread along the muscles and bones of the entire arm, and spread to the back of his head and spine, just like being hit by a few sticks from behind. .