The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Sending Xia Beiqin into the room, he left the apartment full of flowers.

Shen Zhiyu left the research institute and went to the supermarket to purchase a lot of ingredients. During the time he was training his body, Xia Beiqin had been eating takeaway food. He wanted to make more things to supplement Xia Beiqin's nutrition. .

Carrying big bags and small bags back to the apartment, there is deathly silence in the apartment, and there is no flowery figure.

Shen Zhiyu put things in the refrigerator, went outside the room, opened the door, and saw Xia Beiqin sitting alone in the wheelchair in the room.

Standing at the door, Shen Zhiyu asked, "Where is Huahua? Is he not there?"

Xia Beiqing, who had been bowing his head, heard his voice and raised his head swayingly. Xia Beiqing's face was like stagnant water, calm and frightening, and his eyes were dull and unclear, staring directly at Shen Zhiyu.

Shen Zhiyu vaguely noticed something strange: "What's the matter? I bought fish and I will make soup for you at night."

Xia Beiqing's mood did not fluctuate at all, slowly picked up the pen and paper next to him, writing and showing it to Shen Zhiyu.

——Mr. Shen, there is something, I want to talk to you.

"Something? Okay." Shen Zhiyu was about to walk to the room.

At this moment, Xia Beiqing suddenly widened his eyes, looked behind him in astonishment, and opened his mouth anxiously, as if he wanted to shout.

Before Shen Zhiyu had time to react to the sudden change in Xia Beiqing's face, he felt a cold in his temples, as if he was being held back by something. Then, an arm stretched out from behind, tightly strangling his neck.

"Don't move!" The man's cold voice sounded in his ears.

Shen Zhiyu's body stiffened.

Xia Beiqing watched as a guard appeared from behind Shen Zhiyu, strangling Shen Zhiyu's neck while holding his gun against Shen Zhiyu's head.

He knew this guard, and when he was locked up in the basement and suffered inhuman torture, the guard was also involved.

Those dark and painful memories emerged like a sea tide. Xia Bei opened his mouth wide, but couldn't make a shout. He hurriedly pushed the wheelchair toward Shen Zhiyu, but the wheelchair accidentally fell forward. , Even with his body, hit the ground heavily.

With his legs under the wheelchair, Xia Beiqin twisted his upper body. He crawled on the ground, trying to crawl towards Shen Zhiyu. Seeing Shen Zhiyu being hijacked, he wanted to shout loudly and ask for help, Zhang Da Mouth, with all my strength, there is no way to make a sound.

The guard looked at Xia Beiqin who was struggling on the ground, and smiled contemptuously: "So you are hiding here, why? You want to save him? Do you think you can do it?"

No matter how hard he tried, Xia Beiqin couldn't move. He stretched out his arm towards Shen Zhiyu. It was obviously only a few steps away, but he just couldn't get close. He could only watch Shen Zhiyu in danger. But he can't do anything.

Xia Beiqing had never felt like this moment, feeling that he was so useless and so trash. He was so anxious that he slammed his fist to the ground, opened his mouth, and looked up desperately at Shen Zhiyu's figure with teary eyes.

Help! Help! Save Teacher Shen!

Even if it was such a simple sentence, he couldn't call it out.

Shen Zhiyu looked at Xia Beiqin struggling on the ground, his eyes were sour, and his heartache was beyond comprehension. He shook his head towards Xia: "Don't... Beiqin, don't come over!"

The guard behind him sneered ruthlessly: "Come on, come here if you want to save him, or shout if you want to save him. You can't even yell a word, you can't even walk, and you still want to be disabled. Save people? Hahaha..."