The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

When he arrived in front of Xia Beiqing, Shen Zhiyu hurriedly supported the wheelchair, and did not cause him to fall. He tried to restrain his breathing, not wanting Xia Beiqing to see him gasping quickly.

Xia Beiqing stretched out his hand and firmly grasped Shen Zhiyu's arm. The joy and excitement were self-evident. He looked at Shen Zhiyu, suddenly stunned, and the corners of his raised lips gradually sank.

Xia Beiqin pulled Shen Zhiyu's sleeves, and pointed at Shen Zhiyu's face with his fingers, eyes filled with doubts and questions.

Shen Zhiyu touched his face: "What's the matter?"

Xia Beiqin opened his mouth, anxiously trying to speak, but found that he could not speak, hurriedly took out the pen and paper he carried with him, and hurriedly wrote on it.

-Teacher Shen, why is your face so bad? People have also lost a lot of weight.

Xia Beiqing frowned, stretched out his hand to pinch Shen Zhiyu's arm, and touched Shen Zhiyu's waist again, as if to be sure of something.

Shen Zhiyu grabbed Xia Beiqing's hand in time, and said with a strong smile: "I'm fine, maybe it's because I've been busy taking care of my friends these days, I'm too tired."

Xia Beiqing shook his head, obviously not convinced.

It was only three days, how could he suddenly lose so much weight.

Shen Zhiyu stroked Xia Beiqing's worried face: "It's okay, haven't I come back now? I will gradually get fat again."

Xia Beiqing nodded, but couldn't get happy.

Shen Zhiyu came back, and the bodyguards packed up and left. In the room, Shen Zhiyu and Xia Bei leaned against each other on the bed, cuddling each other, holding hands tightly, talking about Shen Zhiyu these days. Things that are absent.

Xia Beiqin wrote on the paper.

—Mr. Shen, I miss the food you cooked so much.

Shen Zhiyu smiled and said, "I'll make it for you tomorrow. It's too late. Shall we go to bed first?"

Xia Beiqing nodded.

The two slowly lay down, Xia Beiqing stretched out his hand to hug Shen Zhiyu tightly, his arm accidentally touched Shen Zhiyu's surgical wound, and Shen Zhiyu trembled with pain.

Xia Beiqin immediately noticed the strangeness of Shen Zhiyu, and looked at Shen Zhiyu with doubts.

Shen Zhiyu gritted his teeth and endured the pain, still pretending to be nonchalant: "It's okay, go to bed, I'm too tired these days, I'm so sleepy."

Xia Beiqing lowered his head and didn't ask any more questions.

The next day, Shen Zhiyu was awakened by the pain. He opened his eyes and Xia Beiqing beside him was still asleep.

I don't know if it was because I was touched last night. There was a burst of pain in the surgical wound. Shen Zhiyu tightly covered the wound with his hand, and sat up cautiously, trying not to wake Xia Beiqin.

When he came to the bathroom, he locked the door, opened his clothes, and took apart the gauze. Because the wound was on his back, he could only look back through the lens, and he saw that the wound was torn a bit, blood oozing out, and the gauze stained red.

Shen Zhiyu found the first aid kit and wrapped the wound again, not wanting to be seen by Xia Beiqin.

After dealing with all this, Shen Zhiyu came to the kitchen and prepared to cook porridge for Xia Beiqin. His body was still unable to exert any strength, so he moved very slowly. Gradually, he felt suffocated in his chest. Dizzy.

Shen Zhiyu wanted to get the spoon, but before he took a few steps, he felt a whirlpool, and hurriedly reached out to support the corner of the table and almost fell to the ground.

At this moment, there was the sound of the door being opened behind him. Shen Zhiyu turned his head and looked around. He saw Xia Beiqin coming out of the room in a wheelchair. He immediately stood up straight and raised his lips so that he didn't seem to have anything. Strange.