The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Xia Beiqing's indifferent face didn't show the slightest movement, he blinked his eyes lightly, and took a pen to write on the paper.

——You said that He Jiayi has a way to treat my legs and throat, but it's actually using your blood to study, right? When you said last month to take care of a friend who was in a car accident, you actually had surgery to extract bone marrow, right? !

After reading the words on the paper, Shen Zhiyu's heart beat suddenly, and he said in disbelief, "Bei Qing, how do you... how do you know this?"

Xia Beiqing did not answer, and continued to write on the paper.

——Don't continue.

His attitude between the lines hopes to be firm.

"No!" But Shen Zhiyu replied with the same firmness. He stroked Xia Beiqin's head and said with a smile while tearing: "Blood research has progressed, and maybe a drug that can treat you can really be developed. Let's wait patiently, okay? Northward, trust me."

Xia Beiqing shook his head, and suddenly pushed Shen Zhiyu away, bent down to pick up the soup bowl fragments on the ground, and pressed the sharp cuts of the fragments to his neck.

Shen Zhiyu was shocked, and hurriedly stretched out his hand, trying to **** the debris.

Xia Beiqing pressed the fragments tighter, and the fragments accidentally cut through the skin, and blood had leaked out of the wound.

Upon seeing this, Shen Zhiyu's movements became stiff, and he dared not act rashly anymore, lest Xia Beiqin would become more agitated. 

He stared nervously at Xia Beiqin's neck, which was clinging to the fragments, and said softly, "Beiqin, let's have a good chat. You put the fragments down first and don't hurt yourself."

Xia Beiqing held up the fragment in one hand, picked up the phone next to him in the other, turned to He Jiayi's number, and then handed it to Shen Zhiyu, urging him with his eyes.

Shen Zhiyu understood what Xia Beiqing meant. He lowered his eyebrows and shook his head: "Beijing, maybe we will wait a little longer and it will really succeed. Why should you give up at this time? Don't you want to heal your legs and Voice?"

Xia Beiqing saw that Shen Zhiyu was still unwilling to compromise, so he took the fragments and cut a small mouth on his neck. In an instant, the blood became more turbulent, flowing down his neck.

Shen Zhiyu was frightened, afraid that Xia Beiqing would continue to cut, and hurriedly stopped: "Okay! Okay! I promise you, I promise you everything, don't hurt yourself, I beg you!"

Shen Zhiyu tremblingly picked up the phone and dialed He Jiayi's number. Soon, the phone was connected and He Jiayi's voice came from the other end.

"Xia Beiqing? Why did you call me suddenly?"

Shen Zhiyu raised his head and glanced at Xia Beiqing. Under Xia Beiqing's threatening gaze, even if he was reluctant, he had to speak.

"I am Shen Zhiyu..."

He Jiayi was a little surprised: "Ji Yu? Why are you..."

"Stop it." Shen Zhiyu slowly closed his eyes and squeezed this sentence out of his throat with difficulty: "I don't need to continue studying my blood..."

With just this sentence, it seemed as if all of Shen Zhiyu's strength had been exhausted, his hand dropped, and the phone fell to the ground with a bang.

"Is this all right?" Shen Zhiyu opened his eyes, and for an instant, turbulent tears came out like a bank burst, sliding down his pale cheeks, and he looked at Xia Beiqing with despair and sadness: "Now …Can you put the fragments down?"

Xia Beiqing slowly let go of his hand, and the fragments slipped from his palm.