The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Shen Zhiyu also picked up chopsticks and put it in Xia Beiqing's bowl.

"You should eat more, it's too skinny."

Xia Beiqing picked up the piece of meat in the bowl and slowly stuffed it into his mouth.

Shen Zhiyu smiled, and picked up the meat Xia Beiqin put in his bowl, and ate it, as if it was more delicious than anything in the world.

"That's right." Shen Zhiyu suddenly remembered something, raised his head to look at Xia Beiqin, and said, "I'm going out tomorrow, and I'll be back in the afternoon."

Xia Beiqing nodded.

Shen Zhiyu smiled at him and continued to lower his head to eat.

But Xia Beiqing looked at Shen Zhiyu, but he never looked away. He watched intently, as if inadvertently in his silent eyes, he could not help showing a trace of unwillingness, but he was forced by him again. The repression continued and became a kind of relief.

The next day, before leaving the house, Shen Zhiyu came to Xia Beiqing's room and greeted him.

"Beijing, I'm going out first."

There is no answer inside.

Shen Zhiyu guessed that he might still be asleep, and when he walked outside the gate, he still urged Aunt Liu with anxiety.

"Aunt Liu, please look at him more. It's best to knock on his door every once in a while."

Aunt Liu nodded: "Okay, don't worry."

After Shen Zhiyu left, Aunt Liu helped Xia Beiqing prepare breakfast.

Xia Beiqing sat at the dining table. After not eating two bites for breakfast, he stretched out his hand and rang the bell.

Hearing the bell, Aunt Liu hurriedly ran from the room.

"Mr. Xia, what's the matter?"

Xia Beiqing took a pen and wrote on the paper.

——Are there any fruits?

Aunt Liu opened the refrigerator and said, "There are apples, bananas, and some bayberry, which one would you like to eat, Mr. Xia?"

Xia Beiqin wrote on the paper.

——I want to eat watermelon, can you buy me a watermelon?

"This…"

Before Shen Zhiyu left, she made her optimistic about Xia Beiqing. She was really worried about going out and left Xia Beiqing at home alone.

Aunt Liu said: "Mr. Xia, otherwise you can eat some other fruits first, and when Mr. Shen comes back, I will help you buy watermelon."

Xia Beiqing suddenly put the water cup in his hand heavily on the table, his face sank, and he wrote **** the paper, obviously angry.

——I just want to eat a watermelon, why wait for him to come back!

Aunt Liu showed a look of embarrassment: "I'm sorry, Mr. Xia, after Mr. Shen comes back, I will definitely help you buy it. Will you wait a little longer?"

——Forget it, if you don't buy it, I will buy it myself.

Xia Beiqing threw the pen on the table, turned the wheelchair, and walked towards the door.

Aunt Liu was taken aback, and rushed over and stood in front of the door: "Mr. Xia, you can't go out alone, you... your situation is too dangerous."

Xia Beiqing suddenly gave up a wry smile, nodded, then turned the wheelchair back to the living room, and took the pen and paper on the dining table to write.

——Yes, I'm just a handicapped, I can't even speak, I don't want to eat a watermelon, and I can't go out and buy it myself.

As soon as she saw these words, Aunt Liu immediately felt distressed, and she couldn't stand Xia Beiqing's sad and depressed appearance.

After struggling for a long time, in the end, she couldn't help but nodded her head.

"Okay, don't get excited, I'll go out and buy it for you right away. It's in the nearby supermarket. I'll be back soon."

Aunt Liu turned back to the room, took the wallet, and hurried out the door.

Seeing Aunt Liu leaving the figure, Xia Beiqing suddenly seemed to be frustrated, lying paralyzed on the wheelchair.