The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

"Enough! Stop talking!" Shen Zhiyu roared: "I know who you are sent by, and I also know your purpose of holding me down, please take me away quickly, don't talk about it..."

Shen Zhiyu's voice choked, and Xia Beiqin's figure was blurred by tears in his sight.

The guard's ridicule was almost like a sharp blade piercing the most painful wound to untie the **** scar, how could Xia Beiqin bear it.

Shen Zhiyu never hoped that he could be taken away as soon as possible, as long as he stopped letting Xia Bei hear these cruel words!

Xia Beiqing lay on the ground like a stranded fish, unable to do anything except twist his body constantly. 

He hated his incompetence and his incompleteness. He waved his arms angrily and eagerly, and hit the ground with his fists. In the end, he ran out of strength, his arms fell to the ground, and he could only stare desperately. Shen Zhiyu, cowardly tears slid down the corner of his eyes.

Xia Beiqing trembled her lips, as if she wanted to speak.

He wanted to say, I'm sorry...I'm sorry...He can't do anything, he's too useless.

He wanted to say that if the person next to Teacher Shen is not himself, he can protect Teacher Shen very well if he is any other person.

After ridiculing, the guard held Shen Zhiyu in hold and was about to evacuate. Just then, with a bang, the gunshot burst in his ears, the bullet hit the guard’s head, and warm blood splashed on Shen Zhiyu’s side face. .

The guard's eyes were wide and stunned. Before he could react, his body fell heavily to the ground.

Fancy flowers rushed over with a gun.

"Are you OK?"

Fortunately, he rushed back in time, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

Shen Zhiyu didn’t care to answer. He didn’t even wipe the blood on his face. He rushed directly to Xia Beiqin, lifted the wheelchair that was holding down his legs, and then lifted Xia Beiqin on the ground to hug him. Sit down by the bed.

"Beijing, how are you? Is there any pain from falling?"

Xia Beiqing's body leaned weakly against the head of the bed, his red arms slumped beside him, his head tilted, and his tear-stained face. At this moment, he was dull and dull, and even his eyes dimmed. , There is no trace of brilliance.

Shen Zhiyu hurriedly wiped the tears on his cheek with his sleeves, and softly calmed down: "It must be terrified, right? It's okay...It's okay now."

Xia Beiqing still didn't respond, as if a pool of stagnant water, everything in the outside world couldn't stir him.

Shen Zhiyu felt that he should be frightened, so he supported him on the bed and lay down, covered him with the quilt, and patted his chest.

"Sleep for a while, when you wake up, everything will be fine."

But Xia Beiqing stared at the ceiling stubbornly, without even turning his eyeballs.

Flowery came over and looked at Xia Beiqing, who was like a puppet on the bed, and said, "Otherwise, we will let him be quiet for a while."

Shen Zhiyu wanted to say something, but when he saw Xia Beiqing's appearance, his heart became a ball, and he could only turn around and leave the room with worry.

When he came to the living room, Shen Zhiyu washed his face, and the guard's body had been taken care of.

He was still worried, and stood at the door to survey for a while, and after making sure that there was no other danger, he closed the door and returned to the living room.

"It must be impossible for Mu Chenbi to send only one person over. The others should have been dealt with by the surrounding bodyguards. Only this one slipped in."