The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

The commercial center and the streets are bustling and bustling with people coming and going.

They booked a restaurant, and before the time came, they wandered outside first.

Xia Beiqing walked next to Shen Zhiyu, glanced down at the hand beside him, and then held that hand tightly.

Shen Zhiyu was slightly startled, looking at the pedestrians on the left and right, subconsciously trying to break free, lowered his voice and said, "Northern, this is outside..."

Instead of loosening it, Xia Beiqing opened his palm, slowly clasped his fingers, tilted his head, and smiled in the sun: "Teacher Shen, didn't you say that after being together, I would not dare to be outside with you? Holding hands? Now I will tell you with action, whether it is outside or anywhere, I dare to hold your hand, is Teacher Shen scared?"

No, he has long been used to it, so there is nothing to be afraid of. He is just afraid that Xia Beiqin will not be able to accept it and others will look strangely.

Shen Zhiyu smiled, no longer struggling, and clenched the young man's hand, even if the palm of his palm was sweating, he refused to let it go.

Xia Beiqing took Shen Zhiyu and wanted to take him to buy a couple's outfit. He just walked into the mall and looked at them with countless eyes, staring straight at their holding hands.

Shen Zhiyu was a little worried, and turned to look at Xia Beiqing.

Seeing that the young man looked calm, he was still elated, and he only focused on searching for where to buy couple outfits.

"The two men are still holding hands, it's disgusting!"

"That should be his brother, he is much older than him!"

At this time, several comments floated over clearly.

Xia Beiqing paused, turned his head, and coldly looked at the two aunts with broken mouths behind him.

Shen Zhiyu's hair was tight, and intense anxiety surged. Just when he thought Xia Beiqing would let go, the boy took him to the two aunts and deliberately raised his fingers with interlocking hands high, showing off. Speak in a similar tone.

"I will lead me! Who stipulates that two men can't hold hands, is it illegal? A man holding hands or a woman holding hands, how much money it has to do with you? If you don't understand it, just poke your eyes!"

The two aunts stared in horror, too scared to speak.

Xia Beiqin took Shen Zhiyu with his head high, and walked away triumphantly.

Shen Zhiyu held back for a long time, still couldn't help laughing.

Xia Beiqing looked at him with gleaming eyes: "Teacher Shen, I was not good just now."

Shen Zhiyu smiled and nodded, "It's amazing."

With praise, Xia Beiqin walked even more drifting.

Unfortunately, Xia Beiqin took Shen Zhiyu to dinner without finding the couple costumes of the two men.

After eating, when I left the restaurant, I happened to meet an acquaintance.

"Northward?"

A young man walked in front of him. He shaved his head and wore loose hip-hop clothes. His facial contour was cold and sharp, and he looked fierce, and he appeared a little naive when he laughed.

Xia Beiqing raised his lips towards the young man: "Xiaohai?"

Xiao Hai didn't see the hand held by Xia Beiqing and Shen Zhiyu, and slammed Xia Beiqing's shoulder with a fist: "It's been a long time since I saw you. I heard Yu En and them say that you have been very busy recently."

"It's very busy. The college entrance examination is coming soon." Xia Beiqing glanced at Shen Zhiyu: "Introduce, he is..."

Xiaohai only noticed Shen Zhiyu next to him, and suddenly laughed: "Hey! No need to introduce, I know this Mr. Shen, we are **** regulars!"

"..."

Xia Beiqing smiled stiffly, turned his head slowly, looked at Shen Zhiyu with a gloomy look, and chewed the two words repeatedly: "Always! Guest!"