The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Xia Beiqing stopped suddenly and looked at Zou Bo in surprise: "Man? When?"

"Last Saturday, I asked him to come in and sit, but he didn't come in. He sat in the car and waited for a day, and didn't leave until evening."

Waited for a day.

Shen Zhiyu came to the house to find him, waited for a whole day, until evening, knew his location through Xiaohai, and then heard those words at the door of the box.

Zou Bo wanted to say something, but saw Xia Bei stumbling downstairs and rushing out of the door anxiously, still wearing slippers on his feet.

Xia Beiqing ran to Shen Zhiyu's residence and slapped the security door fiercely. Soon, the door was opened and Shen Zhiyu's figure stood in front of him.

In an instant, Xia Beiqing's eyes were hot and her lips trembled, but she didn't know what to say. He saw that the living room became very empty, and Shen Zhiyu had two suitcases behind him.

Shen Zhiyu looked at him quietly, suddenly curled his lips, smiled a bit bitterly, and said softly: "I was expelled from school..."

Xia Beiqing's heart was clenched fiercely, and Shen Zhiyu's forced smile became even more dazzling. He rushed to hug Shen Zhiyu, tears bursting into his eyes: "Teacher Shen, I'm sorry...the photos were really sent by me, really Not me, you believe me..."

"It doesn't matter who posted it." Shen Zhiyu's voice was low, pushing Xia Beiqin away, and turning to walk into the living room.

Xia Beiqing hurriedly followed behind and saw Shen Zhiyu grabbing the pole of the suitcase. He ran to push the luggage away and physically separated Shen Zhiyu from the suitcase.

"Mr. Shen, where are you going!"

Shen Zhiyu helped his eye sockets, his eyes behind the lenses were still warm, and the corners of his lips were always smiling, as if he didn't care about anything: "It doesn't matter where you go, it doesn't matter."

A panic surged from the bottom of Xia Beiqin’s heart. He cautiously grabbed Shen Zhiyu’s hand and cried and said, "Mr. Shen, I was wrong. Don’t laugh. Hit me and scold me. You can do anything, just don’t laugh. OK?"

He would rather Shen Zhiyu lose his temper at him and let him kneel down to admit his mistakes. He didn't want to see his smile. It was too dazzling. In the sun, so alienated and so far away, as if it would disappear in front of his eyes at any time.

He didn't want to see Teacher Shen like this.

"I shouldn't have said those things. I was drunk and only said some angry words, Teacher Shen, if you are angry, hit me!" Xia Beiqing explained indiscriminately, grabbing Shen Zhiyu's hand, and kept on. Smashed on himself.

Shen Zhiyu's smile gradually stiffened, and it seemed that he could no longer stretch it anymore. He pulled his hand back vigorously, lowered his head, and covered his face fiercely. While stepping back, he almost begged: "Let me go... Pass me...you won this game, okay?"

He slowly raised his head and looked at Xia Beiqing, with sad and desperate eyes: "I admit defeat...I can't play with you..."

Xia Beiqing was anxious: "This is not a game, I never thought about playing it!"

Shen Zhiyu's eyes flushed, and he pulled out an ugly smile: "I remember you said that you want me to regret coming here as a teacher. You succeeded and I regret it. Is this your revenge?"

"I..." Xia Beiqing clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "Then what about you? Isn't it because of your guilt that you promised to be with me? Isn't it because of your sister?!"

"No." Shen Zhiyu replied simply: "If I really feel guilty to you, I can use any method to compensate you, absolutely not in this way, what about you? Do you dare to say that you pursue me, Not because it’s fun? Not because you want to fix me?"