The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

"What do you want to tell me?!"

During the quarrel yesterday, Shen Zhiyu said he wanted to have a chat with him. He came here without knowing it. He wanted to hear how he wanted to quibble!

Shen Zhiyu felt that the headache was about to burst, and his heart was terribly uncomfortable, but his surface did not show a trace of emotion, his eyes without glasses sinking like a pool of stagnant water, and his lips trembled and said: "Let's break up... "

Xia Beiqin's eyes widened, as if finally waking up from the chaos, grabbing Shen Zhiyu’s collar, a stubbornness oozing from his bones, like a vicious wolf pup, he could use a sharp Fangs bit his throat.

"Break up? What you want to tell me is to break up?!"

Xia Beiqing didn't know why he came here. He should never meet Shen Zhiyu. But in the past two days, his chest was extremely depressed, and he was so uncomfortable that he wanted to live. He wanted to come here. Maybe he heard Shen Zhiyu say a few words of weakness. , It might be better.

But what did he hear?

Break up? !

Xia Beiqing gritted his teeth: "This word is also for me. Why do you say break up?!"

Shen Zhiyu couldn't help it, letting him be held by Xia Beiqin, pulling up pale and dry lips: "Whoever says the results are the same, we don't need to continue anymore."

"No need to continue?" Xia Beiqing was so angry that he suddenly pressed Shen Zhiyu into the sofa, pinching him tightly with one palm: "What qualifications do you have to say such a thing!"

It was him who was deceived, shouldn't it be him who was angry?

Shen Zhiyu didn't speak any more, closed his eyes at the mercy, even if he was choked to death now, he didn't have the strength to resist anymore.

Xia Beiqing looked at his dying appearance, and his anger surged towards his forehead, almost annihilating all his sanity.

"Why? Enough cheated, no fun, just want to get rid of me?!"

Hearing these words, Shen Zhiyu wanted to laugh a little.

You know him if you've been tossed and dumped, right?

Look at how cruel the eighteen-year-old boy was. He stabbed someone else, but he was still posing as a victim.

"Enough..." Shen Zhiyu gently grabbed Xia Beiqing's wrist and said weakly, "Let's stop here."

Every sentence can hurt him so much that he doesn't want to listen anymore.

Xia Beiqing suddenly increased the strength in his hand: "You said it's the end here? What do you think of me? You want to abandon me for a comfortable life, no!"

He leaned down, leaned into Shen Zhiyu's ear, and said viciously, "Don't even think about it!"

Shen Zhiyu only felt a splitting headache. He pressed his head hard and couldn't help but yelled out: "I have had enough of you, do you understand?!"

Xia Beiqing's body stiffened, and the expression on his face split in an instant: "I'm fed up with me? You say it again and try again!"

Shen Zhiyu exerted all his strength, pushed Xia Beiqin away from the top, and looked at him with calm and indifferent eyes: "I'm fed up with your childishness, like a child who will never grow up. Being together, I don’t feel so sweet, it’s more suffering. We are originally from two worlds. How far can we go even if we are together?!"

He would rather portray himself as a ruthless and mean person than questioning. Instead of discarding what Xia Beiqin said in the bar, he should take the initiative to leave. With this little dignity, he doesn't want to be trampled on. In the dirt, that... it's really ridiculous.