The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Immediately afterwards, the door was banged, and the children's immature voice sounded outside: "Mr. Shen! Ms. Shen! Open the door!"

Shen Zhiyu's back stiffened, and his fingers subconsciously grasped Xia Beiqing's clothes. He obviously didn't do anything, but he was panicked: "You... let me go, my student is here!"

Xia Beiqing noticed Shen Zhiyu's reaction, raised his head and kissed him twice on the cheek, and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, Teacher Shen, I will not scare your students. I will go to the bedroom and you will teach them well. "

With that, he took Shen Zhiyu off the dining table again, turned and walked towards the bedroom.

Shen Zhiyu sorted out the folds of his clothes, straightened his glasses, and made sure that there was nothing unusual before stepping to the door and opening the door.

A group of children pupa arrived, rushed into the living room and sat around the rectangular dining table. While taking out textbooks from their school bags, they were chatting as if they were discussing the content of last night's cartoon.

Shen Zhiyu walked to the top and pulled out the blackboard in the corner: "I will check yesterday's homework first."

On the other side, Xia Beiqin walked into Shen Zhiyu’s bedroom, staring at the room inch by inch, not even letting go of the corner. He walked to the closet, opened the door, and saw that the clothes inside were neat and tidy. Hang it up, and a part of it is stacked up below.

It's the same as before.

Teacher Shen seems to have a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder. He will hang clothes together according to color, style, and material. In summer, he will stack up the winter clothes, and in the winter, he will stack up the summer clothes.

The difference is that there used to be Xia Beiqing's clothes in his closet, but now they are gone.

Xia Beiqin closed the closet and walked to the bed to sit down. The dark gray sheets were neatly laid out, with almost no wrinkles visible. The headboard of the bed was scented to soothe the nerves.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, there is nothing superfluous, unlike before, when two people are still together, he always messes up Shen Zhiyu's room.

Thinking about it this way, the two of them are in different worlds. It is a miracle that they can come together.

No, it can be said that he unilaterally broke into the world of Shen Zhiyu.

Xia Beiqin's body slowly tilted back, lying down on the bed, wrapped in a soft quilt, and sniffing it twice, as if he could still smell Shen Zhiyu's body, which made him feel very relieved.

Before long, there was a loud reading sound outside, and Xia Beiqing got up from the bed again, secretly opened the bedroom door, and looked out through the gap.

He saw a group of children sitting around the dining table with English books in his hands. Shen Zhiyu was standing above him, holding the same English books in one hand. The long eyelashes behind the lenses were hanging down, and his beautiful thin lips were closed together. Reading with the children.

In a daze, Xia Beiqing seemed to have returned to the classroom of Lance Middle School, watching that Shen Zhiyu standing on the podium was shrouded in the sun, and his whole body faded away with a soft halo.

In the evening, Shen Zhiyu sent the students out and watched them being picked up by their parents. He turned around and walked in and saw Xia Beiqing standing in the living room abruptly.

Shen Zhiyu didn't look at him, and walked to the dining table to clean up the cups and bowls on it. Xia Beiqing immediately followed him to help, and said in a pleasing tone: "Mr. Shen, I will wash it."

When these words came out, both of them were stunned.

In the past, when we were together, Shen Zhiyu was cooking and Xia Beiqin washed the dishes, although when she first washed the dishes, several plates were broken.