The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Xia Beiqing shook his head, blocking the notebook with one hand, and hurriedly finished writing, tuck the notebook under the pillow.

Yang Shao looked at it silently, and then asked, "How was your week?"

Xia Bei tilted his head to look out the window and did not answer.

Yang Shao was very patient, and continued to instructively ask: "Doesn't you feel bored at home every day? You may feel better when you go out and stroll around."

Xia Beiqing still did not speak.

From beginning to end, he also nodded or shook his head occasionally.

Yang Shao propped his chin with his hand and said, "You seem to talk very little today. Did something happen?"

Hearing this sentence, Xia Beiqing finally picked up the pen, wrote a sentence on the paper, and handed it to Yang Shao.

--I'm sleepy.

Looking at these three words on the paper, it seemed that even the handwriting was casual and perfunctory. It was obvious that he was sending Xia Beiqin, and Yang Shao was speechless for a while.

Perhaps Xia Beiqing was still willing to pay attention to Yang Shao's words before, but now he seems to have no patience, and even began to resist Yang Shao.

Yang Shao knew that in the face of this situation, he couldn't be tough or forced. He slowly stood up, smiled and said, "Okay, then you should rest first."

Yang Shao left the room and went to the living room, just when Shen Zhiyu came in from outside.

Shen Zhiyu was a little surprised: "Is it over so soon?"

Yang Shao replied: "He is sleepy and wants to rest. Has anything special happened recently?"

Shen Zhiyu thought about it for a while and shook his head.

As always, Xia Beiqing was always bored in the room, refusing his approach and contact.

"What's the matter?" Shen Zhiyu asked.

Yang Shao smiled: "It's okay, let's stop here today, I'll leave first."

In the room, Xia Beiqin was sitting in a wheelchair, facing the window, staring at Yang Shao's leaving back, and disappeared completely. He reached into his pocket and took out a fragment of a bowl, which he held tightly. In the palm of your hand.

Night fell.

Xia Beiqing pushed the wheelchair to the living room for dinner.

Shen Zhiyu appeared from the room and happened to see Xia Beiqing at the dining table. He was stunned for a moment, as if afraid to disturb Xia Beiqing, he was about to turn around and return to the room.

But at this time, Xia Beiqing stretched out a hand towards him.

Shen Zhiyu suddenly stopped and looked at Xia Beiqing in amazement. This is the first time in so long that Xia Beiqing took the initiative to look for him. Shen Zhiyu's heart was filled with great joy, but again I can't believe it, I can only ask cautiously: "Are you calling me?"

Xia Beiqing nodded.

Shen Zhiyu couldn't restrain the smile on his lips, and walked to Xia Beiqin's face.

Xia Beiqing pointed to the opposite position, and then pointed to the food on the table.

Shen Zhiyu asked: "Are you asking me...to eat together?"

Xia Beiqing nodded.

Shen Zhiyu was overjoyed, opened the chair and sat down, picked up the bowl and scooped a little rice, and held tightly on the chopsticks. Such a long-lost meal together made Shen Zhiyu a little restrained.

It may be that Xia Beiqing's transformation was not easy, so Shen Zhiyu was too scared, afraid that he might not be doing well, or maybe he would reject him again if he said something wrong.

Xia Beiqing bowed his head to eat.

Shen Zhiyu raised the corners of his lips, his hand holding chopsticks was shaking slightly.

Xia Beiqing grabbed the chopsticks and slowly stretched it towards Shen Zhiyu and placed it in Shen Zhiyu's bowl.

Shen Zhiyu raised his head and looked at Xia Beiqin, his lens eyes were stunned, and it took him a long time to react.