Shen Zhiyu subconsciously clenched the plastic bag. In the narrow and humid corridor, the air became a little thin. He slowly said, "sister..."

This sound made Shen xinrou's heart tremble, and suddenly her eyes were red.

How long has it been since he called her sister.

Shen Xin soft voice good language said: "you listen to my sister advised, my sister is also afraid that you will be injured."

Shen Zhiyu said with a smile: "sister, do you remember what I said to you when you were going to be with Xia Kaiyan? What did you say?"

Shen xinrou's face became stiff, and everything in that year was just like yesterday.

At that time, he made a lot of noise, accusing her of how to destroy other people's marriage and let her leave Xia's house immediately. However, she told him decisively that she loved Xia Kaiyan, even if he was a married husband, even if he was a junior, even if he could not bear to swear.

She was as determined as he was now.

See Shen xinrou Leng in the opposite, for a long time did not speak, Shen Yu hoarse way: "you go back, do not have to come back, my own things I will see to do, even if the front is the abyss, I have a foot in."

Shen xinrou opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something else, but her throat was like a piece of cotton, unable to make any sound.

A moment later, she dropped her head and said nothing. She turned and left. The sound of high heels quickly disappeared in the empty corridor.

Shen Zhiyu took a breath and turned around with the help of the railing. Suddenly, his pupils were shocked, his blood was frozen, and his steps were stiff in the same place.

Xia Beiqing's slender figure was standing on the top of the stairs. He was looking at Shen Zhiyu in dismay. His face was as white as paper, and his hand on his side was still holding a fresh bouquet. With all his strength, he almost broke the branches.

Shen Zhiyu's breathing stopped suddenly, and he didn't even know what to do. Fear was like a vine, holding his throat firmly.

"To the North..."

What should he say, but... What can he say

After a moment's stalemate, in the end, it was Xia Beiqing who spoke first.

His voice trembled: "Shen xinrou... Is she your sister?"

Shen Zhiyu clenched his hands: "yes..."

"You know all about her and my dad?"

"Yes..."

Xia Beiqing's breath sank. It seemed that he couldn't help it any more. He smashed the bouquet on the ground, stepped on those delicate petals, and rushed directly to Shen Zhiyu. He grabbed Shen Zhiyu's collar and put him against the corner, roaring hysterically.

"Why not quibble? Sophistry! Just say that you don't know anything, that you are also kept in the dark, that the woman is not your sister, and continue to lie to me! Why admit it? Why? "

With a bang, Shen Zhiyu hit the back of his head on the wall. The pain made him black in front of his eyes. His lips trembled, and he could only say: "I'm sorry for leaning North..."

Xia Beiqing stares at him with blood red eyes. Suddenly, he laughs hoarsely, and his facial features are twisted, showing a ferocious ruthlessness: "is it fun? Ah? In my heart and lungs to tell you the past, when I expose all the pain to you, do you laugh in my heart, I'm such a fool! I despise your sister so much that you have to bear to comfort me. It's really hard for you, Mr. Shen! "

Shen Zhiyu's head was dizzy, and he grabbed Xia Beiqing's hand: "Beiqing, let's talk calmly, don't say such words..."

Too hurtful, too hurtful