The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Thinking of everything just now, Shen Zhiyu was still in shock.

But it wasn't that he was afraid of being kidnapped, but... what the guard said to Xia Beiqing, he didn't know how much Xia Beiqing had listened to, or whether he was worried about it.

Hua Yinong sat down opposite Shen Zhiyu and said, "Since Mu Chenbi already knows where you are, then we can't stay here anymore. We must leave as soon as possible."

"But..." Shen Zhiyu turned his head and glanced at the room.

With Xia Beiqing's current situation, changing to a new environment, I'm afraid he will not be able to bear it.

"Can't hesitate anymore. When the news of the failure of the hijacking passes, Mu Chenbi will definitely send another group of people over. At that time, you Xia Beiqing will not be able to escape. I will contact the boss and ask her to arrange a new place. ."

Shen Zhiyu lowered his eyebrows and nodded: "Okay, I will leave tomorrow, tonight... I will have a chat with Bei Qing."

Night fell.

Shen Zhiyu took a bowl of soup and pushed open the door. In the room, Xia Beiqin was lying on the bed. He still had a pair of eyes open. Under the moonlight, it seemed to reflect a cold light from the bottom of his eyes. .

I don't know if he fell asleep and woke up, or kept his eyes open like this from beginning to end.

Shen Zhiyu turned on the light, walked over to the bed and sat down, looking at Xia Beiqing's pale face, and whispered, "I made the soup, would you like to drink a little?"

Xia Beiqing didn't hear anything, and didn't respond.

Shen Zhiyu put Tang down, supported his shoulders, and lifted him up from the bed, while Xia Beiqing was like a puppet at his mercy, leaning softly against the head of the bed.

Shen Zhiyu scooped up a spoonful of soup, after blowing it cool, put it on Xia Beiqing's lips: "Drink some, it's your favorite fish soup."

Xia Beiqing tilted his head to the side, obviously in a resisting gesture.

Shen Zhiyu was anxious: "Beijing, what's the matter with you? Where is it? Why are you upset? Tell me about it? Is it because of what happened today? That's not to blame you, you don't need..."

However, before he finished speaking, Xia Beiqing's emotions suddenly exploded, like crazy, waving his arms towards Shen Zhiyu, throwing the bowl in his hand to the ground, and with a bang, the bowl was smashed to pieces. The hot soup was all spilled out.

Shen Zhiyu looked at Xia Beiqing with startled eyes, and didn't understand what happened to him suddenly.

"Northern, you..."

Xia Beiqin grabbed the paper and pen on the bedside and wrote on the paper. One hand was trembling because of too much force. The tip of the pen cut through the paper and he held the paper in front of Shen Zhiyu.

Shen Zhiyu looked down and saw two characters written in heavy pen and thick ink on the paper.

--you go!

Shen Zhiyu was completely panicked. Since the accident, no matter how fragile and sensitive Xia Beiqing is, he has never said these two words to him!

"BeiQing, why do you say that..." Shen Zhiyu hurriedly cupped Xia BeiQing's face with both hands, his eyes were sore, tears welled up, and his choked voice said, "You want me to go? I can go. Where? Where do you want me to go..."

Xia Beiqin wrote on the paper.

——Where you go, don't show up in front of me, I'm just a disabled person.

The two words crippled deeply hurt Shen Zhiyu's eyes.

"Beijing, don't say that..." Shen Zhiyu was a little confused, touched Xia Beiqing's cold face, and his tone was almost pleading: "Let me stay by your side, it's okay, Beiqing, I said I would I will stay with you all my life, take care of you, become your legs, become your voice:"