The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Xia Beiqin stood up with his arm, his head dizzy, and looked around, only to find that this was his room.

He didn't remember how he came back last night.

The door of the room was knocked suddenly, and the servant came in with porridge and sober soup: "Are you awake? Hurry up and eat something."

Xia Beiqing clutched his stomach, feeling a fire in his stomach. He had barely eaten anything in the past few days after drinking.

He picked up the bowl, stared at the porridge inside, and suddenly remembered that he had a stomachache in the middle of the night, and Shen Zhiyu got up from the bed to cook porridge for him.

An anger surged to his forehead, and Xia Beiqing's chest became uncomfortable, and suddenly he smashed the porridge in the bowl to the ground.

The servant screamed with fright.

When Bo Zou heard the noise, he ran over and saw the hot porridge spilled all over the floor and the bowl was torn apart. Xia Beiqin was sitting on the bed, his eyes flushed with anger.

"Master Bei Qing, what's wrong with you?"

Xia Beiqing roared hoarsely from his throat: "Why are you cooking porridge for me? Don't let me look at this bowl of porridge, get it out immediately!"

The servant squatted down to clean up the mess.

"What's going crazy early in the morning?" Jun Siche leaned against the door frame, with a gloomy face, staring coldly at Xia Beiqin on the bed.

Xia Beiqing saw his brother Che, his hostility was immediately weakened, wrapped himself in the bed, and muffledly said: "I don't want to eat anything, you all go out!"

Zou Bo and the servant exited the room and closed the door.

After everyone had finished walking, Xia Beiqing got out of the bed and touched the phone next to his pillow, which was full of messages Shen Zhiyu gave him, and dozens of missed calls. The time was shown in yesterday’s messages. I apologized to him, begged him to come back, and wanted to have a calm chat with him.

He went back, but what did he hear?

Xia Beiqing covered his face and couldn't help crying again.

Bastard bastard! If you don't want him, you don't want him!

Xia Beiqing lay in bed for three days and three nights, ignoring people and eating, drinking some sleep during this period, and then suffocating himself in the bed, even Junsche’s coercive temptation was useless.

Yunci and Jun Duonuan called him, and he hummed twice, as if he couldn't even have the energy to say a word.

In the past three days, a group of people called him, but it happened that there was no Shen Zhiyu.

Xia Beiqing was about to explode with anger.

So is he determined to break up? Can't make a phone call? Even if it is...coax him into a word.

With just one sentence, Xia Beiqing can forget all about that night.

In the evening, Bo Zou knocked on the door for the fifth time.

"Master Beiqing, you can come out to eat something, if the old man knows, he will scold you again."

Xia Beiqing didn't say a word. He tilted his head to watch the setting sun fall outside the window. At this moment, the phone next to him suddenly rang. He hurriedly picked it up and saw that the caller ID was Xiaohai, and the light in his eyes dimmed instantly.

"Hello?" The voice was also weak.

Xiao Hai was panting over there, "Oh, I just came back from a business trip and I was so tired, why are you dying?"

Xia Beiqing was too lazy to speak.

Xiao Hai exclaimed, "Isn't it? You and Mr. Shen haven't reconciled yet? It stands to reason that he should be able to coax you soon, right?"

Hearing this, Xia Beiqing raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

Xiao Hai was also confused by him: "Just last Saturday, Mr. Shen called me and asked if I knew where you were. I found out that you were in my bar, so I told him, he didn't go to you. Huh?"