The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Shen Zhiyu reached out and hugged Xia Beiqing, trying to calm his emotions: "It's okay, it's okay, there is no need to care about others' opinions."

Xia Beiqing broke free from Shen Zhiyu's arms, tremblingly picked up the pen and paper beside the bed, wrote on it, and then handed it to Shen Zhiyu.

——I want to go.

"Go? Where to go?" Shen Zhiyu asked in surprise.

Xia Beiqing continued to write.

——Leave here and go to a place where no one knows me.

Shen Zhiyu quietly looked at the words on the paper, and then asked: "Are we the only two of us?"

Xia Beiqing nodded.

Shen Zhiyu was silent for a moment. He didn't know whether leaving here was a good thing or a bad thing for Xia Beiqin.

After a long time without hearing his reply, Xia Beiqing wrote on the paper.

——Do you think I will drag you down?

"Of course not." Shen Zhiyu pressed Xia Beiqing's hand: "Beijing, Jun's family has the best chef and doctor on call. You can get the best care here. I'm afraid... "

Shen Zhiyu was afraid that Xia Beiqin would suffer and suffer if he followed him.

Xia Beiqing grabbed Shen Zhiyu's sleeve, pulled it twice, and looked at him with a pair of urgent and pleading eyes.

In such eyes, Shen Zhiyu unexpectedly surged with inexplicable courage.

He once promised that he would be his leg, his voice, and will take care of him forever, so no matter how hard it will be, Shen Zhiyu believes that he will take care of him.

Shen Zhiyu had this courage, this determination, and dared to say firmly that in this world, no one would take care of Xia Beiqin better.

After a while, Shen Zhiyu nodded: "Okay, but this matter must be discussed with others."

Xia Beiqing bends the corners of her lips gently.

——

"Are you going to take Bei Qing away?!"

In the hall, several people are sitting on the sofa.

Jun Xianrong glared at Shen Zhiyu with hostile eyes, his old face was majestic: "Impossible! I won't agree!"

Shen Zhiyu took a deep breath, his voice still soft: "Beijing wants to leave, maybe he has his own ideas."

Jun Xianrong said angrily: "What do you think or not, don't you know his current situation? Can't walk or talk, leave Jun's house, what will he eat and live, if there is a physical problem, he will not even have a private doctor, he How to live!"

"I will take care of him." Shen Zhiyu said urgently: "I will prepare a nutritious meal for him, regulate his body, and stay with him 24 hours a day. As long as there is any abnormality, I will send him to the hospital." 

Jun Xianrong snorted coldly: "You can't even protect yourself, and you still think you can take care of BeiQing."

"I..." Shen Zhiyu was speechless for a while.

He can take good care of Beiqin and use all his strength, but he doesn't know how to make Jun Xianrong believe it.

At this time, there was a bang on the second floor.

Several people looked up and saw Xia Beiqin sitting in a wheelchair, knocking on the carved railing with his hand to attract their attention.

Shen Zhiyu immediately got up and took Xia Beiqin from the second floor.

Xia Beiqing wrote on the paper and handed it to Jun Xianrong.

——Uncle, I want to live in another place.

Jun Xianrong was a little anxious: "Where are you going, isn't it good to stay at Jun's house?"

Xia Beiqing slowly lowered his head, and stopped writing.

Jun Xianrong subconsciously looked at Yunci next to him.

Yunci said unhurriedly: "Since the doctor said, if you want to keep his mood happy, then do what he thinks."