The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Under Shen Zhiyu's strong gaze, Xia Beiqin grabbed the food in his hand and stuffed a few mouthfuls indiscriminately.

Shen Zhiyu's heart hung down for a while. When Xia Beiqing finished eating, he took out the paper, wiped the corners of Xia Beiqing's mouth, and whispered: "Don't hate me, Beiqing, I didn't mean to threaten you, I just wanted to …I think you can be good and don’t hurt yourself anymore."

Xia Beiqing twisted at the beginning, not looking at Shen Zhiyu.

Shen Zhiyu packed up the dishes and chopsticks: "You can rest assured, I won't bother you casually."

After speaking, he turned and left the room.

In the early morning of the next day, the doorbell was rang. Aunt Zhao put the spoon on the porridge, hurried to open the door, and saw a man in a suit and leather shoes standing outside.

Aunt Zhao looked at him and asked suspiciously: "You are..."

"He is my friend." Shen Zhiyu came out of the room.

Yang Shao walked into the living room and smiled at Shen Zhiyu: "Mr. Shen, it's been a long time."

Shen Zhiyu curled his lips, but smiled far-fetched.

Aunt Zhao greeted warmly: "Mr., do you want to have breakfast together?"

Yang Shao smiled and said, "No, I have already eaten it."

"Aunt Zhao, please help me scoop a bowl of porridge to cool off." Shen Zhiyu said to Aunt Zhao, and then looked at Yang Shao: "You wait a moment."

Yang Shao nodded.

Shen Zhiyu took the white porridge from Aunt Zhao's hand, turned around and walked outside Xia Beiqing's room, and knocked on the door lightly.

"Beijing, are you awake?"

There was still silence in response to him.

After waiting for a while, Shen Zhiyu pushed the door directly in. Seeing Xia Beiqin still lying on the bed, he approached and realized that he was not asleep, but raised his head, eyes open, and stared at the ceiling with hollow eyes. , There is no gleam in the eyes.

"Northern..." Shen Zhiyu hesitated to say something, not knowing how to bring up the matter, but he still had to face it. He couldn't just let the north face go on like this.

Shen Zhiyu took a deep breath and cautiously said, "Northern, Yang Shao is here."

Hearing this, Xia Beiqing's pupils turned, and stiffly turned to look at Shen Zhiyu.

Shen Zhiyu immediately said: "He's coming to see you..."

Xia Beiqing blinked slowly, and slowly picked up the pen and paper on the side to write.

——You have called me a psychiatrist again.

He ruthlessly opened up Shen Zhiyu.

Shen Zhiyu sat down by the bed, stretched out his hand to caress Xia Beiqing's cold cheek, and said softly, "Bei Qing, let him see you, maybe after talking with him, you will feel a little more cheerful. "

Xia Beiqin put the pen and paper on, no longer giving any response.

Shen Zhiyu slowly retracted his hand and got up and left the room. Not long after, Yang Shao walked in. He stood at the door and greeted Xia Beiqin on the bed.

"We meet again."

Xia Beiqin glanced at him and sat up from the bed with his arm supported.

Yang Shao then walked into the room and closed the door.

Just like before, Yang Shao sat down opposite Xia Beiqin, but this time, he didn't need to hide, he took out his notebook calmly, and pressed recording on his phone.

After everything was ready, he looked at Xia Beiqin, smiled and said, "Mr. Shen told me about your matter. If you have any troubles, you can tell me about it. You know, I am a psychologist, maybe It can help you solve problems."

Xia Beiqing picked up the pen and paper and wrote on the paper.

——I have nothing to worry about.