The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

"Weird, weird! All day long!" Ruan Bingde looked at Ruan Feiyue with his hips akimbo, and said angrily: "Anyway, I will contact the Xie family. Don't make things worse!"

When Ruan Feiyue heard this, tears fell again.

Ye Meipan hurriedly coaxed: "Okay, don't cry, the medicine is gone."

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It was getting late, and neon lights flickered on the street.

Shen Zhiyu turned off the car, turned his head, and looked at the young man in the co-pilot. He was bullied and white and tender, with golden curly hair, hairy and soft.

"Does the arm still hurt?"

Xia Beiqing was stunned for a moment, then suddenly covered his arm: "It hurts..."

Shen Zhiyu laughed blankly: "How many days have it been, and it still hurts?"

"It's a hundred days of hurting the muscles and bones!"

Shen Zhiyu didn't bother to expose him.

Xia Beiqing unfastened the seat belt with one hand, and then leaned on Shen Zhiyu: "If there is a kiss from Teacher Shen..."

"No." Shen Zhiyu ruthlessly pushed away the boy's head: "I will take you home first."

As he was about to start the car, his hand was suddenly caught.

Turning his head to look around, Xia Beiqing leaned over.

Shen Zhiyu hid subconsciously, but saw that the young man did nothing but looked at him with scorching eyes, with a sincere and sincere expression, completely devoid of his usual cynicism.

The voice went low as well: "Mr. Shen, you have been rejecting me."

Shen Zhiyu opened his lips to speak.

Xia Beiqing suddenly covered his mouth: "I know you want to tell me a lot of great truths, trying to make me shrink, but in any case, I will finish talking today."

Shen Zhiyu no longer made a sound.

Seeing the boy's cheeks glowing red, he seemed to be a little bit shy, his pupils seemed to be immersed in water, clear and clean, with a green admiration and helplessness.

He said seriously, "Mr. Shen, you have found countless reasons to reject me. You said I can't pass the family barrier. In fact, I broke with my dad years ago. You said you are older than me." 10 years old, what’s that count? I can take care of you when I’m old. Why don’t I dare to hold hands with you on the street? Not only do I dare to get involved, I dare to go out and shout three now Teacher Sheng Shen, I love you!"

With that said, he really wanted to open the door and rush out.

Shen Zhiyu hurriedly stopped him: "I was joking."

Xia Beiqing looked at him, suddenly lowered his mouth, and started crying aggrievedly, tears pattering down, choking and saying: "Ms. Shen has been rejecting me, is it because I am not good enough, or is it because of me? I always bullied you before. I knew I would like you so long ago. I will definitely not bully you anymore, oooooo..."

"You...what are you crying?" Shen Zhiyu got a headache and hurriedly drew a tissue to wipe the tears of the boy.

After living for 28 years, it's not that no one has chased him.

But this is the first time that someone is so vigorous, so straightforward, and unabashed. It is the simple and strong love of children, without the twists and turns of adults, weighing the pros and cons.

As if hitting his head and bleeding, he would never shrink back.

Seeing the boy's red eyes, Shen Zhiyu moved in his heart and sighed.

If he is destined to plant this once, why should he hide?

After a moment of silence, Shen Zhiyu spoke again: "Okay... But at school, we must maintain the teacher-student relationship, and you should not mess around."

"Oh..." Xia Beiqing was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly reacted. His wet eyes were widened. He was surprised and pleased, and he was at a loss: "Mr. Shen... You mean... did you agree to be with me? !"