The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Just lifting his hands from his knees to the table top exhausted all his strength, cold sweat leaked from his forehead, and even the clothes on his back were wet with sweat.

Shen Zhiyu strained his face, forcing himself not to reveal a trace of pain, his hand tremblingly grabbed his chopsticks, and picked up a piece of noodles to deliver to his mouth, but his hands trembled uncontrollably. Chopsticks on the pulley.

I tried several times without success, and even the soup in the bowl was splashed out, and I looked very embarrassed.

Xia Beiqing noticed the strangeness of Shen Zhiyu and turned to look at Shen Zhiyu. Shen Zhiyu immediately pressed his trembling hand to the table, lest he would be seen by Xia Beiqin.

Xia Beiqing looked at Shen Zhiyu as if he didn't intend to move his chopsticks, so he picked up the paper and pen on the side to write and ask.

——Mr. Shen, what's wrong with you? why do not you eat?

Shen Zhiyu Qiangyan smiled and said, "I chatted with my friends this afternoon and drank several cups of coffee. Now I don't have any appetite."

Xia Beiqing lowered his face and wrote unhappily.

——You can’t drink too much coffee, it’s not good for your health.

Shen Zhiyu nodded: "Well, I know, it won't be like this in the future, you eat first, and I will eat when I'm hungry."

Only then did Xia Beiqing put down the pen and paper, grabbed the chopsticks again and continued to eat the noodles.

As soon as Shen Zhiyu's body became loose, his arms on the table dropped weakly, and he was resting on the chair, and there was a burst of tingling pain.

After eating, Xia Beiqing also helped Shen Zhiyu to clean up the garbage, and the bowl of noodles that had not been eaten was put in the refrigerator.

It was not until Xia Beiqing fell asleep that Shen Zhiyu got up secretly, warmed the noodles casually, and then took the chopsticks with his left hand, and stuffed the noodles into his mouth in embarrassment.

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In the early morning, the sun was shining outside.

After breakfast, Mu Chenbi leaned back on the sofa in the lobby with a lazy posture. He was holding a book in one hand and flipping through it boredly.

The guard was standing by, bowing his head and saying something.

Mu Chenbi still kept his eyes on the book, and said casually: "Let's do it like this." _

The guard responded, and when he turned to leave, he saw a shadow coming in from the outside. The woman was wearing a tight and gorgeous red dress, wrapping her protruding and curving body, and her waist swinging to follow the steps, making her look very charming. moving.

She lifted her slender arms lightly, and tucked the hair around her ears, but half of her face was hidden by the veil, only Gu Pan's bright eyebrows were exposed.

The guard immediately stopped, bowed his head respectfully, and greeted the woman: "Sister Jiao."

Ye Jiao nodded slightly, walked to Mu Chenbi's face, and gently placed the photo she was holding on the coffee table.

Only then did Mu Chenbi raised his head, closed the book with a snap, and threw it aside, then picked up the photo on the coffee table. The photo was a bit old and yellowed, and the pixels were not very clear.

In the photo, there is a girl standing by the window, wearing black clothes and black trousers. Outside the window is like a wind blowing, blowing the veil on her face, her eyes are cold and indifferent, and the silence is like stagnant water. Can't afford to make waves.

Mu Chenbi suddenly gripped the photo.

Even in the past few years, he has seen too many similar eyebrows, the moment he saw the photo, he could be sure that the girl in the photo was the person he wanted to find, and there was absolutely nothing wrong!

Mu Chenbi looked at the charming woman in front of him, and asked eagerly, "Where is she now?"

The woman curled the hair around her ear with her fingers, and said in a soft and sweet voice: "This is another identity of her that I have investigated."