The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

In the dark night, Xia Beiqing's eyes burned with anger: "Teacher Shen, is it fun to raise children for others?"

Shen Zhiyu said coldly: "It doesn't matter whether it is fun or not, don't come to me again."

He tried to close the door again. At this moment, a bright light flashed in front of his eyes, and a Volkswagen came from a distance, and then stopped outside the fence.

The door was opened, and Wei Heng got out of the driver's seat, crossed the fence, and strode toward this side.

When he noticed Xia Beiqing, he suddenly stopped, and looked at Xia Beiqing with a curious look. Then, he smiled towards Shen Zhiyu and said, "This is...your brother?"

Although the boy in front of him was tall and tall, he seemed to be a student, several years younger than Shen Zhiyu, and Wei Heng could only guess from his younger brother.

Xia Beiqin stared at Wei Heng, and a dangerous sharp light was reflected from the bottom of his eyes. The gloomy eyes looked like a fierce beast, about to tear Wei Heng into pieces.

Wei Heng happened to collide with Xia Beiqing's gaze. He suddenly felt a chill and climbed up his back, and his hair was straight. He didn't know why Xia Beiqing looked at him with such strange eyes, as if he was about to eat him.

To be someone else, he went to give someone a fist in the morning.

But due to Shen Zhiyu's face, he could only laugh twice: "Um...Hello."

Turning his head and turning to Shen Zhiyu, he said, "If you don't mind, please introduce me."

Shen Zhiyu didn't know how to explain it for a while: "He..."

"I'm his boyfriend." Xia Beiqin spoke first, raised his head proudly, and declared sovereignty in his tone, with a full sense of possessiveness, as if he was saying that Shen Zhiyu belongs to me and dare to covet it. Get out of his people.

Wei Heng's smile froze on his face. He looked at Shen Zhiyu inconceivably. He was completely stunned. It took him a long time to react, feeling a little at a loss for a while.

"Yu Yu, he... he..."

Shen Zhiyu rubbed his tired eyebrows: "He is my... ex-boyfriend."

Ex-boyfriend?

This word was extremely harsh, Xia Beiqing's expression was sullen, and his heart became suffocated and bored, but what made him uncomfortable was...he couldn't find a rebuttal.

Because he and Shen Zhiyu did break up.

Wei Heng didn't know Shen Zhiyu's sexual orientation, and he didn't expect to encounter such an embarrassing scene. He scratched his head, feeling that he kept asking about it that made Shen Zhiyu embarrassed.

"Sorry, encounter, I don't know you..."

Shen Zhiyu pulled out a helpless smile: "No need to apologize, you have done nothing wrong."

Seeing the two of you and me, especially when Shen Zhiyu smiled at Wei Heng, Xia Beiqing's anger surged to his forehead, and his last trace of reason was also annihilated.

"Yes, Teacher Shen is right. I am an ex-boyfriend. Is this person your new love?" Xia Beiqing coldly interrupted the conversation between Wei Heng and Shen Zhiyu.

Shen Zhiyu scolded Xia Bei angrily, "Shut your mouth!"

Wei Heng also frowned.

He didn't think much at first, but now he discovered how the child was so ugly, and there was no respect for Shen Zhiyu in his words.

Even if the breakup is unpleasant, doesn't it need to be like this?

Perceiving Wei Heng’s gaze, Xia Bei tilted his head and glanced at Wei Heng with contempt. The corners of his lips curled up in a playful arc, and said sarcastically: "Mr. Shen, I thought you would find one after breaking up with me. A better person, I didn’t expect that with such a bad vision, you would have taken a fancy to such a product, and you even carried an oil bottle."