The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Shen Zhiyu sat back on the sofa again, and asked a little awkwardly, "Where does it hurt?"

Xia Bei fascinated and covered her knees with her hands.

Shen Zhiyu took his hand, rolled up his pants, and saw a large bruise on his knee, as did the knee on the other leg.

What did he do to hurt his knee like this?

Shen Zhiyu took out the first aid kit, found the traumatic plaster from it, applied it to Xia Beiqin's knee, and took another blanket to cover the boy.

After all this is done, he really intends to stop paying attention to Xia Beiqin.

Back in the room, Shen Zhiyu lay in bed. When it happened tonight, it really made him physically and mentally exhausted.

The phone dinged, it was a text message from Wei Heng.

——Yu Yu, are you okay? Nothing happened, right?

Shen Zhiyu replied.

——It's okay, don't worry.

Then, he threw the phone aside.

Shen Zhiyu closed his eyes and tossed and turned on the bed. He couldn't sleep at all when he thought that Xia Beiqin was outside. His heart was messed up and his head was about to explode.

In the early morning, a ray of sunlight came in from outside the window.

Xia Beiqin tried to open his eyes, and the fever had subsided a little. His throat was dry and astringent, and his whole body was limp. Turning his confused eyes, it took him a long time to realize that he was lying on the sofa in the living room.

He braced his upper body with difficulty, and saw Shen Zhiyu's figure in the kitchen, trance, everything seemed to be back to the past.

When he was still together, he went to find Shen Zhiyu after school. He would often fall asleep on the sofa. When he woke up, it was already dark, and Shen Zhiyu carefully prepared dinner for him in the kitchen.

But this beautiful picture was torn apart before his eyes.

After a while, Shen Zhiyu came out of the kitchen with milk and saw Xia Beiqing wake up. He was slightly startled, then looked away, and said coldly: "Leave from my house when you wake up."

"Ms. Shen, I'm sick." Xia Beiqing pretended to be pitiful as before.

It's a pity that Shen Zhiyu doesn't take him anymore.

"Go to see a doctor when you get sick. I'm not a hospital here."

Xia Beiqing clutched her chest and coughed twice: "Mr. Shen, can you let me rest here for a while? Just a while..."

Shen Zhiyu looked at him with cold and alienated eyes: "No, you will scare them when some students come to me for tuition."

Xia Beiqing blinked. He had indeed seen it in the photos. Shen Zhiyu always sent a group of children out. Other than that, it seemed that there was no other job.

"Ms. Shen, can you... still be a teacher?"

Shen Zhiyu's pupils shook, and the hand holding the glass was slowly tightening. This sentence undoubtedly stung his heart. Those unbearable memories seemed to be unsealed and poured into his brain again.

He lowered his eyebrows and said in a restrained and depressive tone: "I can’t go to school because my qualification certificate has been revoked. I will also investigate my past work. I can only help students with tutoring at home. There are also a group of parents who trust me. ."

Xia Beiqing only felt the burning pain in his cheeks, and every word of Shen Zhiyu slapped him severely. Why didn’t he have a qualification certificate, why couldn’t he go to school, why he could only stay at home and do tutoring for the students? Made it by one hand!

"Where is that kid last night? He is also tutoring with you? He should not even be able to speak completely!" Xia Beiqing suddenly questioned.

Mentioning what happened last night, Shen Zhiyu was still agitated.