The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

With a bang, Little Pudding pulled out his pacifier, tilted his head up, looked at Shen Zhiyu with dripping eyes, and learned from him: "Baba...working overtime..."

Shen Zhiyu touched his little head: "Well, let's wait a while, if my father hasn't come, I will put you to sleep first."

The little pudding continued to **** the bottle.

Before long, the doorbell rang suddenly.

"It should be Dad here." Shen Zhiyu got up from the sofa holding Pudding and walked towards the door.

"Dad is here to take Pudding home." He said as he opened the door.

However, when he saw the figure outside the door, his smile instantly froze on his face.

Xia Beiqing?

Since the last time he answered the phone and left in a hurry, he hasn’t reappeared all day and night. Shen Zhiyu thought he was detained at home and would not come again. Unexpectedly, he would be in front of him so soon, and still be like this Late.

The young man was supporting the wall next to him with his hands, his knees slightly bent, his hair was messy, his face was unusually white, he should have arrived in a hurry, his chest was violently ups and downs, and he couldn't breathe.

Shen Zhiyu wanted to close the door subconsciously, but Xia Beiqing pressed the door panel, his voice was hoarse: "Mr. Shen..."

Shen Zhiyu remembered the phone call Xia Beiqing had received a few days ago, and vaguely understood something, so he said, "You should go home, not come to me. Don't worry about your family anymore."

Xia Beiqing's lips trembling, what else to say.

At this time, Little Pudding suddenly burped loudly.

Xia Beiqing only noticed that Shen Zhiyu was still holding a little nanny in his arms. He glanced at the little pudding coldly and twisted his eyebrows.

"This little kid..."

He had seen it in the photos sent by the detective.

Little Pudding was frightened by Xia Beiqin's eyes. He hugged the bottle with one hand, and hugged Shen Zhiyu's neck with the other, and groaned in Shen Zhiyu's arms.

Shen Zhiyu stroked Pudding's back lightly, coaxing: "Don't be afraid or afraid..."

Listening to Shen Zhiyu's soft words, and even thinking of his cold-eyed treatment of him, Xia Beiqing's chest was filled with jealousy, and his heart crackled and burned more and more.

Xia Beiqin asked in a gloomy tone: "Who is he? What does it have to do with you?"

"He..." Shen Zhiyu was about to answer.

At this moment, Pudding's head was rubbed against his chest twice, then, raising his head, pursing his small mouth, happened to kiss Shen Zhiyu's chin, he giggled, and yelled at Shen Zhiyu with milk and milk: "Ma Ma... Ma Ma..."

"..."

Xia Beiqing felt like he had been hit in the head, his eyes were red instantly, and he grabbed Pudding's soft arm and gritted his teeth with anger: "What do you call him?!"

Little Pudding didn't know if it was scared or pinched. He opened his mouth and cried with a wow, tears falling down, crying so heartbreaking, and his face flushed.

Shen Zhiyu immediately patted Xia Beiqin's hand, tightened the little pudding, and backed up two steps, like a hen protecting her cub, staring at Xia Beiqin angrily.

"Why are you crazy? He is just a kid!"

Xia Beiqing recovered his sense of reason from jealousy, and stiffly retracted his hand.

He should be really crazy, and even eat the jealousy of a child.

Do not! This is not an ordinary kid, this is the son of Wei Heng, and...this kid actually dares to call Shen Zhiyu Ma Ma? !

It makes them look like a family of three, so what is he? !