The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Shen Zhiyu walked into the bookstore in the mall and wanted to pick a few books on teaching. In the past few days, he was going to re-examine and do not want to be decadent.

Xia Beiqing has not dared to be interested in books, so she stared directly at Shen Zhiyu’s face, feeling that he should still pick it for a while, so she asked: "Mr. Shen, are you thirsty? I'll buy two drinks. ."

Shen Zhiyu ignored him.

Xia Beiqing didn't care, turned and left the gate of the bookstore, and after a long circle, he found the coffee shop.

Teacher Shen doesn't like to drink drinks, he should be able to accept coffee, because he is afraid of hardship, Xia Beiqing asked the clerk to add a little more lactose.

In the bookstore, Shen Zhiyu picked a few books, held them in his hands, and thought about buying a few exercise books for the students. He just pulled out the exercise books, and suddenly heard an unusual noise behind him.

Shen Zhiyu turned his head and looked, his pupils shook, and he saw that the tall bookcase behind him was shaking, and he didn't even have time to react. The bookcase began to fall and smashed against Shen Zhiyu's body.

There was a loud bang, and the bookstore exploded in an instant.

"Gosh! The bookcase is down!"

"There are still people underneath!"

"Quick! Call the emergency call!"

Xia Beiqin returned to the bookstore after buying coffee. From a distance, he saw crowds of onlookers crowding outside the bookstore, chattering, as if something major had happened.

Xia Beiqing had a bad premonition inexplicably, so he ran over, squeezed the crowd, and rushed into the bookstore. There was a mess in the bookstore and books scattered all over the floor.

what happened? Where's Teacher Shen?

Xia Beiqin’s eyes shot across the crowd, a heart sinking deeper and deeper, without seeing Shen Zhiyu’s figure, did he leave first or...

Xia Beiqing ran to the clerk and asked, "What happened?"

The clerk burst into tears: "The bookcase suddenly fell down, and one person was crushed."

Pressed to one person? Could it be...

"Who? What does it look like?"

The clerk replied weepingly: "Wearing a black coat and glasses, he is quite tall, and he is holding a few English workbooks in his hands."

Black jacket, glasses, English workbook.

No need to guess at all, this is Shen Zhiyu.

The coffee in Xia Beiqing's hand fell to the ground, and his face instantly faded all the blood. He grabbed the clerk's hand and roared: "What about the other person?! Where is he now?!"

"Sent...to the hospital..."

Xia Beiqing rushed out of the bookstore.

On the way, he felt his heart had stopped, and urged the driver very anxiously: "Hurry up! Trouble hurry up!"

When he arrived at the hospital, he dumped a bill casually and rushed out of the car.

Randomly grabbed a nurse to ask, and learned that Shen Zhiyu had been sent to the emergency room. He rushed to the emergency room and just saw Shen Zhiyu being pushed out.

"Ms. Shen!"

Xia Beiqing rushed over and saw Shen Zhiyu lying on the hospital bed, still in a coma, with gauze wrapped around his head, blood oozing out, and wounds on his arms and neck.

The nurse hurriedly stopped Xia Beiqin: "Don't touch the patient casually, it will tear his wound!"

Xia Beiqing's eyes were red, and tears rolled down: "He... how is he? It's okay, right?"

The nurse looked at the inspection report and replied: "Fortunately, the injury was not serious, and the arm was slightly broken, which hit the head and caused a concussion. I should wake up soon."

Xia Beiqing's tight heart finally relaxed at this moment. His legs became weak and he staggered backwards in embarrassment. The nurse held him back in time: "Are you okay?"