The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Aunt Zhao looked at Xia Beiqin's indifferent expression, and then at Shen Zhiyu's sad face. She always felt that the atmosphere was a bit stiff, but she didn't understand what happened to the two of them, so she broke the silence with a smile.

"Hurry up and eat, the soup is almost cold, Mr. Xia, I will give you a bowl of soup to taste."

Shen Zhiyu stepped forward, walked in the direction of the room, walked into the room, and slammed the door.

In order not to appear in front of Xia Beiqin as much as possible, every time Xia Beiqin had a meal, Shen Zhiyu would go back and stay there first.

Xia Beiqing slowly pushed the wheelchair and came to the table.

Aunt Zhao brought the food out of the kitchen and said, "Mr. Shen cooked the dinner today. Mr. Shen's cooking skills are very good. You can try it."

Xia Beiqing picked up the chopsticks and ate with expressionless expression.

Aunt Zhao observed Xia Beiqing's face, and saw that he was expressionless, neither saying that it was unpalatable nor boasting it was delicious, as if he was eating the most common things.

"You eat first, call me if you have something." Aunt Zhao also returned to her room.

Xia Beiqing only put a few mouthfuls in his mouth, and then put away his chopsticks.

A few days later, when the doorbell rang on the day of Yang Shao's consultation, Xia Beiqing was sitting alone at the table for breakfast. Shen Zhiyu came out of the room, opened the door, and welcomed Yang Shao into the room.

Yang Shao saw Xia Beiqing and said hello with a smile: "It's still eating, you eat slowly, don't worry."

Shen Zhiyu poured Yang Shao a cup of tea: "He got up a bit late, you can wait a moment."

Yang Shao sat down on the sofa and started talking with Shen Zhiyu.

At this time, Aunt Zhao hurried in from outside, still shouting: "Mr. Shen! Mr. Shen!"

Seeing Yang Shao in the living room, she was stunned: "Oh, Dr. Yang is here."

Shen Zhiyu looked in a hurry and asked: "What's the matter?"

Aunt Zhao looked at Yang Shao, but did not speak.

Shen Zhiyu said: "If you have something, just talk directly."

Aunt Zhao smiled embarrassingly: "My niece is here in Shuo Country, will you two meet each other, how about?"

Yang Shao raised his brow, looked at Shen Zhiyu with interest, and then at Xia Beiqin who was eating breakfast silently.

Shen Zhiyu frowned, a little irritable inexplicably, but still tried to restrain his emotions: "Aunt Zhao, I have said that now I...have no plans to fall in love."

Aunt Zhao's face suddenly became embarrassed: "I'm sorry, Mr. Shen, I'm good at advocating this matter. I also think, if you can't be lovers, it's good to make friends."

Shen Zhiyu took a deep breath: "Thank you Aunt Zhao for your kindness, there is no need to meet."

"But...but..." Aunt Zhao seemed a little hard to speak, and after hesitating for a long time, she said embarrassingly: "That girl came to Shuo Country for the first time. She was unfamiliar with her place. Now she has lost her way. She is very scared. I don’t know where the location I posted is."

"Let me take a look."

Aunt Zhao handed over the phone immediately.

Shen Zhiyu opened the location and checked: "It's not too far from here."

Aunt Zhao anxiously pleaded: "She is a little girl, I'm really afraid of any danger she will encounter, Mr. Shen, please help."

Shen Zhiyu raised his head, but passed Aunt Zhao to look towards Xia Beiqin, and saw Xia Beiqin sitting at the table with his back to the table, drinking the porridge in the bowl in a dull manner, without even turning his head, as if turning a deaf ear to this. , Shen Zhiyu didn't know what kind of expression he was at this moment.