The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

With his hands tied to the head of the bed, Shen Zhiyu tried his best and couldn't get away. He was strangling his wrists with a burning pain. He could only push his legs and screamed towards Xia Bei: "What are you doing, are you crazy?"

Xia Beiqin squeezed his shoulders, bowed his head and stared at him with the waist of a yin bird: "Don't move, I won't do anything to you!"

Shen Zhiyu's face turned pale, even his glasses were crooked, and he gritted his teeth with anger: "Do you want to imprison me? Are you reading too many messy novels! This is illegal, do you know?!"

Xia Beiqing stretched out his hand, gently stroked Shen Zhiyu’s cheek, shot him with aggression and possessive eyes, and even smiled: "I didn't want to imprison you, but Mr. Shen, your proposal is very good, I can Consider it."

Shen Zhiyu took a breath: "Did you forget, what happened between us? You played me around, and I... the younger brother of the woman who broke your mother's marriage!"

Hearing these words, Xia Beiqing's face suddenly froze.

To be honest, he didn't really think about whether he should protect his mother and give up Shen Zhiyu, or let go of the past and pursue what he wants.

However, when he saw the strange man in the photo, he couldn't sit still anymore when he dreamed of what his mother said to him.

Therefore, before he thought about it clearly, he would not allow Shen Zhiyu to leave his sight and come into contact with other men!

"I let you go, and you let me go, isn't this the best ending?" Shen Zhiyu's voice was a bit tired.

Xia Beiqing opened his mouth and wanted to say something. At this moment, a ringing abruptly sounded from the phone in Shen Zhiyu's pocket.

Xia Beiqing took out Shen Zhiyu's cell phone and saw the word Wei Heng written on the caller ID.

Wei Heng, the strange man in the photo.

"Give me the phone!" Shen Zhiyu shouted from the side.

Xia Beiqin glanced at him with cold eyes, ran his finger across the screen, and hung up the phone.

Shen Zhiyu knew that the caller must be Wei Heng, and the two of them were planning to have dinner tonight. Wei Heng must be waiting for him in the restaurant. Thinking of this, Shen Zhiyu became a little anxious.

"I have something else, you let me go first!"

Xia Beiqing gripped the phone fiercely, almost crushing the screen, and said fiercely, "If you go out, you have to meet this man named Wei Heng, right?"

Shen Zhiyu looked indifferent: "It has nothing to do with you."

At this time, the call came again, and Xia Beiqin turned off the phone and threw it aside, then sat down by the bed, clasping Shen Zhiyu's neck with one palm, and questioned: "Who is he? How did you meet? How long have you known each other?"

Shen Zhiyu turned aside and refused to answer.

Xia Beiqing raised his lips: "It's okay, Teacher Shen, I don't need to know this, as long as you don't see him again in the future."

Shen Zhiyu raised his eyebrows severely and said angrily: "What right do you have to decide who I meet?! Let me go quickly. Are you really afraid of being caught by the police?!"

Xia Beiqing touched Shen Zhiyu’s puffed face, and said with a smile: "Don’t worry about me, Teacher Shen, my uncle has been doing business in Shuo Guochuan City all the year round. Hechuan Mayor has been a good friend for many years. Here, No police dare to do anything to me."

"You..." Shen Zhiyu didn't know what to say.

At this moment, a doorbell rang, and the two looked in the direction of the door at the same time.