The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

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The door of life and death, office.

Mu Chenbi, who was on the sofa, furrowed his brows. He was flipping through the documents very quickly, and there was a hint of irritation in his voice.

“Half of them were eliminated?”

The dean nodded. “These people’s blood doesn’t match. There’s still half left. We’ll continue the experiment.”

Mu Chenbi threw the documents on the coffee table. His expression was cold and terrifying. “It’s not enough. Bring another batch of people in!”

The director replied, “Get Someone to make the arrangements immediately.”

At this moment, there was a knock on the door and a guard walked in.

Mu Chenbi did not even raise his head. “What’s the matter? Just tell me directly.”

The guard said, “Si Yanxiao is dead.”

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The director was shocked. “This... how could this be...”

Mu Chenbi lifted his eyelids. His dark eyes were as sharp as blades as he asked in a deep voice, “What happened?”

The guard replied, “What happened just now was that he suddenly rushed into the street with a gun and shot himself. He died on the spot. He found a suicide note in his office and it was written in a mess. He guessed that he was under too much pressure and had mental problems, which was why he committed suicide.”

“Psychiatrist, mental problems?”Mu Chenbi smiled mysteriously. “Did you find anything wrong?”

“Not at the moment, but during this period of time, a person often went to look for him.”The guard placed a photo on the coffee table.

Mu Chenbi picked up the photo and narrowed his sharp eyes.

The hospital director’s expression changed instantly. “Venus?”

“What did she go for? What’s Wrong?”Mu Chenbi’s voice was very cold. He held the photo tightly in his hands, and his eyes were filled with killing intent. He was almost able to see through the photo.

The guard replied, “Every few days, she will go to Si Yanxiao for treatment. She has seen the surveillance footage and her actions are normal. She will leave very soon after the surgery.”

“Illness? What Illness?”Mu Chenbi glanced at the director beside him.

The director continued, “Half a year ago, her mother died during the surgery. Since then, she has left behind a psychological trauma. Her hands would occasionally tremble during the surgery. She must have gone to treat this illness.”

“Is that so?”Mu Chenbi raised his eyebrows and did not say anything more.

As the college entrance examination was approaching, the atmosphere at Lance High School was tense.

Shen Zhiyu took a day off. After he was done with his business, he went home and found that there was an express delivery at the door. Xia Beiqing’s name was written on it.

He took the express delivery and entered the house. He did not open it but called Xia Beiqing first.

“What did you buy? It was sent to me.”

Xia Beiqing giggled from the other end. “Toys.”

Shen Zhiyu could not help but laugh. “Aren’t you childish? You even bought toys for children.”

“It’s not for children.”

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Shen Zhiyu was stunned for a moment. “That’s...”

The youth’s voice was lowered and carried a seductive meaning. It came faintly from the phone. “It’s a toy that I played with you.”

”...”

After school, Xia Beiqing went straight to Shen Zhiyu’s house. As soon as he entered, he threw Shen Zhiyu onto the sofa, shouting that he was hungry.

Shen Zhiyu pressed his lips against his and smiled. “Stop fooling around. If you’re hungry, I’ll go and Cook.”

Xia Beiqing curled his lips and got up unwillingly. “Teacher Shen clearly knows that what I want to eat is not food.”

Shen Zhiyu pretended not to hear him and walked towards the kitchen.

Xia Beiqing looked around. “Eh? Where’s My Express Delivery?”

“Throw it away.”Shen Zhiyu came out from the kitchen.

“AH? Why?”Xia Beiqing ran into the kitchen and hugged Shen Zhiyu from behind, pressing his chin against his shoulder.

Shen Zhiyu held the spatula and hit him with the back of his hand. “Don’t mess around.”

Fine..

He could just throw it away. At worst, he could buy it again.

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