The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

He Jiayi clutched his head irritably: "Are you doing this for him? You tell him to go back one month, can he die?!"

He Jiayi grabbed Shen Zhiyu's cell phone and threw it to Shen Zhiyu: "Send him a text message now!"

Shen Zhiyu shook his head feebly: "After the accident... he became very sensitive and withdrawn, and occasionally lost control. If strangers take care of him, he will be very nervous..."

"I know he caused the accident because of you, but I can't control him. I only know that your health is very poor!" He Jiayi stood up and stopped looking at Shen Zhiyu, with a very determined attitude.

Shen Zhiyu raised his hand with difficulty, grabbed He Jiayi's sleeves, and begged: "Jiayi, I know you are for my good, but I must go back, please..."

He Jiayi turned his head and said nothing.

Shen Zhiyu loosened his sleeves little by little, and said, "Well, even if you don't let me go, I still have many ways to get out of here, even if it's jumping the window."

He Jiayi suddenly turned to look at Shen Zhiyu: "You...you really don't want your own life, do you?!"

Shen Zhiyu twitched the corners of her pale lips: "If I can't go back to see him, I will die here."

He Jiayi's eyes widened, his pupils shook in disbelief, and he couldn't even make any sound.

He couldn't think of how Shen Zhiyu...could do it this way!

After a long daze, He Jiayi seemed to have turned back from the shock. He dropped his head decadently, feeling a deep powerlessness: "Ok... well... as you wish..."

Shen Zhiyu went through the discharge formalities, and even the nurses involved in the operation looked at him with incredible eyes.

In the evening, Shen Zhiyu almost leaned on the wall and walked out of the hospital with difficulty. His steps were as heavy as lead, dragging his crippled body, exhausting every step.

When he was about to go to the door, his legs suddenly softened and he was about to fall to the ground. He Jiayi, who had been following behind him, hurried forward to hold Shen Zhiyu in time.

He Jiayi looked at Shen Zhiyu's thin face and sighed, "I beg you, stay in the hospital to recover your body!"

He was really mad before, and he planned to no longer care about Shen Zhiyu, but after all, Shen Zhiyu was his friend for many years, so he still couldn't help it!

"I know, you are determined to leave the hospital, but you are not feeling well. You should call me immediately. During this time, I will visit you regularly and check you up. Is this always okay?"

In desperation, He Jiayi could only compromise to this point.

Shen Zhiyu smiled and nodded: "Okay..."

When he returned to the apartment, it was already night. Shen Zhiyu got out of the taxi and stood at the door. He took a deep breath, straightened his back, and tried to make himself look normal before taking out the key to open the door.

The light in the living room was on, and a bodyguard was sitting at the table eating instant noodles. When he saw Shen Zhiyu, he immediately stood up.

"Mr. Shen, you are back."

Shen Zhiyu nodded, and couldn't help but cough a few times: "These two days...I have trouble you."

At this time, the door of the room was pushed open, and Xia Beiqin came out in a wheelchair with an anxious expression on his face. He saw Shen Zhiyu at the door, his eyes lit up, his lips opened, and he shouted Shen Zhiyu with his mouth. , And then couldn't wait to push the wheelchair towards him.

When Shen Zhi met Xia Beiqin in a hurry, he hurriedly stepped forward, but his legs didn't have any strength, and his feet stumbled.