The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

"I know, I have already decided." Shen Zhiyu's voice was decisive, as if nothing could change his decision.

He even said jokingly: "I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?"

"You..." He Jiayi was really speechless by him, so he could only sigh: "Forget it, you will know how serious it is when you finish the operation!"

After speaking, he hung up with a snap.

As soon as Shen Zhiyu put down his cell phone, the doorbell rang suddenly, he stepped over, opened the door, and was standing outside carrying his bag.

Shen Zhiyu turned sideways to let the flowers come into the room: "I'm sorry, I'm going to trouble you again."

The flowery head turned his head and smiled touchingly: "It doesn't matter, I am also helping the boss."

Noting the luggage on the sofa, the flowery asked again: "When are you leaving?"

"tonight."

"Tonight?" Huayi was a little surprised: "So anxious?"

At this time, the door was pushed open, and Xia Beiqin came out of the room in a wheelchair.

Huayi turned his eyes to look at Xia Beiqi, and found that his face was a lot rosier than before, and he was no longer thinner. It seems that Shen Zhiyu has put a lot of effort into taking care of him.

"long time no see."

Xia Bei curled his lips and smiled.

Hua Yi Nong had protected him and Teacher Shen, and rescued him from Mu Chenbi, so he was not resistant to Hua Yi Nong.

This is also the reason why Shen Zhiyu asked Huayi to come and take care of him.

Shen Zhiyu walked to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator: "The ingredients are here. If you want to order takeout, you can also. I folded the clothes and put them in the closet, and..."

As he said, he picked up the label on the table and handed it to Hua Yinong: "These are some precautions."

I opened the label with a lot of flowers, and it was written by Shen Zhiyu himself. It wrote what Xia Beiqing likes to eat, what he doesn’t like, and what he wants but can’t give him, when should he take medicine, and what It's time to go to bed. You need to massage your legs before going to bed, make dried bookmarks with him during the day, and read books with him at night.

Seeing the densely packed words on the label, I couldn't help but sigh secretly, how hard it would be to do this day after day.

In the evening, Shen Zhiyu picked up the luggage on the sofa, Xia Beiqing grabbed Shen Zhiyu's hand, reluctantly, and handed the paper with the words to Shen Zhiyu.

——Ms. Shen, come back earlier.

Shen Zhiyu squatted down and touched Xia Beiqing's face: "I'll be back soon, you have to be obedient."

Xia Beiqin wrote on the paper.

——I will wait for you to come back obediently.

Then, he leaned in and kissed Shen Zhiyu on the cheek.

Shen Zhiyu left the apartment with his luggage.

Looking at his far away back, Xia Beiqing's mouth sank, and his hands were tightly clutched at the hem of his clothes, appearing a little rush and panic.

The flowery cough coughed, breaking the silence: "Um... would you like to eat something?"

Xia Beiqing shook his head and pushed his wheelchair into the room alone.

Looking at the closed door, the flowers can't help but sigh in my heart.

The Xia Beiqin he had seen before was such a splendid and energetic young man. Now, as long as Shen Zhiyu is not there, he has become more lonely and dull, as if he did not want to have any contact with the outside world.

As night fell gradually, in the study, Mu Chenbi leaned back on a chair, still holding a picture of an old man in a suit and leather shoes.