The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

"What are you talking about?!" Wei Heng was instantly enraged, and dashed towards Xia Bei, grabbing his collar fiercely.

Xia Beiqing looked at Shen Zhiyu, who was pale, and said with a smile: "I'm very curious, Teacher Shen, after being with me, how can you continue to associate with people of this level? Huh?"

"Child! No more respect, believe it or not, I'll beat you!" Wei Heng squeezed his fists, his face looked particularly fierce.

Xia Beiqing turned his head and looked at Wei Heng with provocative eyes: "You want to fight, don't you? Okay, I'll accompany you!"

Wei Hengxiao had to raise his fist in the air.

"Enough!" Shen Zhiyu suddenly rushed over, stopped between the two people, handed the little pudding into Wei Heng's arms, pressed his shoulders, and pushed him aside twice: "Time is not It’s early and Little Pudding is sleepy. You take Little Pudding home first, and sometimes I will explain it to you."

Wei Heng grabbed Shen Zhiyu's arm with his backhand, and said with a worried expression on his face: "But...I'm afraid he will hurt you."

Shen Zhiyu shook his head: "It's okay, I can solve it by myself."

Wei Heng was a rare friend to him. He didn't want the entanglement between himself and Xia Beiqin to affect anyone.

"Are you done?" Xia Beiqing walked over, took Shen Zhiyu into his arms, glanced at the little pudding in Wei Heng's arms, and sneered: "You better go back to nurse the baby."

Wei Heng didn't plan to take Li Xia to the north, and whispered towards Shen Zhiyu, "I will contact Shen Zhiyu again. If there is any trouble, you can also call me and I will come right away."

Shen Zhiyu smiled at him slightly.

Wei Heng glared at Xia Beiqin viciously, and walked away with the little pudding in his arms.

After the Volkswagen disappeared in the night, Shen Zhiyu pushed Xia Beiqing away, clenched his fists, and finally couldn't control his anger: "Xia Beiqing, I warn you..."

He turned around, before he could finish a sentence, he suddenly saw the young man behind him fell to the ground with a bang, his eyes closed tightly, and he fainted.

Shen Zhiyu was stunned for an instant.

After a long while, he recovered from his astonishment, walked quickly to Xia Beiqing and kicked him twice with his toes.

"Hey...what's wrong with you?"

The young man on the ground did not respond, and his handsome face was a bit bleaker than the moonlight.

Shen Zhiyu gradually realized that something was wrong, he squatted down and reached out to explore Xia Beiqin's forehead, but his whole body trembled from being burnt.

Xia Beiqing has a fever!

Shen Zhiyu is almost one of the first two big people. For a while, he doesn't know what to do. Should he leave him outside, leave him alone, let him blow the cold wind all night?

In fact, according to his current relationship with Xia Beiqing, he can indeed be so cruel.

But...Shen Zhiyu hesitated when he saw the boy's pale face.

After struggling for a while, Shen Zhiyu still helped Xia Beiqing on the ground, dragged him back to the living room with difficulty, and then threw the unconscious Xia Beiqing onto the sofa.

It's unlucky to die at the door, so just put it in the living room.

Shen Zhiyu found the refund medicine in the drawer, but did not pour any water, and forced a pill into Xia Beiqi's mouth.

He was able to achieve this point, and he had done his best to benevolent. If he was burned to death, then Xia Beiqing deserved it.

Thinking like this, Shen Zhiyu turned around to go back to the bedroom, but his wrist was suddenly grabbed. He turned to look and saw Xia Beiqin lying on the sofa with his brows locked in pain, and he murmured: "It hurts... it hurts..."