The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

What is the point of living?

Even Shen Zhiyu didn't know what exactly was the meaning of Xia Beiqin's survival.

He doesn't count, Jun Siche doesn't count, and Yunci doesn't count.

Sending off Yang Shao, Shen Zhiyu walked into the room, Xia Beiqing was sitting in a wheelchair, holding a pen, and didn't know what he was writing. He heard the door opening, he immediately closed the notebook in his hand and tucked it into the bed. .

Shen Zhiyu walked up to him, slowly squatted down, looked up at him, and asked, "Beijing, what do you want to eat, or where do you want to go to play?"

Xia Beiqing silently took out the paper to write.

——Did you push the wheelchair to go? I can't even walk, how do I play?

Shen Zhiyu was speechless for a while.

After a moment of silence, he adjusted his emotions, curled his lips, and asked with a smile: "Then what you want to do, I will stay with you, okay?"

Xia Beiqing wrote a word on the paper—death.

This word pierced Shen Zhiyu's eyes deeply.

Shen Zhiyu looked at Xia Beiqing with serious eyes and said, "What if I die with you?"

Hearing this, Xia Beiqing's expression became visibly stiff. Then, he grasped the pen in his hand and slammed Shen Zhiyu's body hard, an angry flame was already blazing in his eyes.

The two eyes faced each other, the air suddenly condensed, and each other was so stalemate.

I don’t know how long it took. After all, it was Shen Zhiyu who chose to compromise first. He sighed and said helplessly: "Beijing, Dr. Yang said... He has a tendency to depression. You are just sick. It doesn’t matter. We cooperate with the doctor to cure the disease, and everything is fine."

Xia Beiqing looked away indifferently, not planning to pay attention to Shen Zhiyu anymore.

——

Shuo Country.

In the evening, clouds and clouds rolled in the sky, and the words and flowers came out of the cemetery.

The car stopped on the side of the road, and Yu Cang pulled the car door. Suddenly behind him came the sound of a speeding vehicle. Yu Cang subconsciously turned his head to look and saw a car coming and passing him.

When the car passed by, a small figure suddenly appeared on the other side of the road. When he fixed his eyes, it was a two-year-old little nanny, wearing a cute rabbit skirt, supporting two chubby legs, and was able to stand tremblingly.

At this moment, facing Yu Cang, a small face was white and tender.

Suddenly, Yu Cang's eyes widened, staring at the little milk baby on the opposite side, like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and his brain was stunned on the spot.

"囡囡!"

Yu Cang exclaimed, and he wanted to rush to the other side of the road. A car suddenly drove from a distance. Huayi hurriedly pulled Yu Cang and the car drove in front of them.

Huayi was scared by Yu Cang's behavior: "Brother Cang, what are you doing, do you know how dangerous it was just now!"

"Let go!" Yu Cang shook his flowery hand fiercely, and looked to the other side again, only to see that the other side was empty, and there was no figure of the little nanny, Yu Cang was unable to take care of the traffic, and turned to the opposite side madly. Rushed away.

Yunci and Hua Yinong followed closely.

Seeing Yu Cang's face full of anxiety, looking for something everywhere, Yunci asked: "What's the matter?"

"囡囡! I saw the 囡囡!" Yu Cang roared.

囡囡? !

Yun Ci and Hua Yi Nong looked at each other.

They all know that the nun in Yu Cang's mouth is his daughter.

The floweriness held the emotional Yu Cang, and said: "Brother Cang, you...you have hallucinations."

"No, it's not an illusion!" Yu Cang shook his head vigorously and pointed to the position beside him: "I can see clearly, just now...he was standing here just now."