He Jiayi's words always echoed in Shen Zhiyu's ears. Do you really want to do what he Jiayi said?

Shen Zhiyu gently holds Xia Beiqing's arm. His arm is bound with bandage. It was last time that he suddenly fell into madness and accidentally fell from the wheelchair.

Staring at the bandage on his arm, Shen Zhiyu pursed his lips, as if he had made up his mind. He released Xia Beiqing's mobile phone, picked up the mobile phone and walked out of the room.

Outside the room, Shen Zhiyu dials he Jiayi's number.

"Jiayi, can you help me... Contact a psychologist?"

The next day, in the morning, Xia Beiqing got up. Shen Zhiyu pushed him to the dining table and put breakfast on the table.

Xia Beiqing took a bite of toast. Shen Zhiyu sat opposite him, looked at him and asked, "is it delicious?"

Xia Bei nodded and bent his mouth to smile.

Shen Zhiyu held the palm of his hand and hesitated for a long time before he summoned up the courage to say, "incline to the north, I have a friend coming tomorrow."

Hearing this, Xia Beiqing quickly put down his toast and picked up the pen and paper beside him to write.

——Do I need to hide?

Looking at the words on the paper, Shen Zhiyu only felt distressed.

"Don't talk nonsense. He knows everything between us."

Xia Bei tilted his head and handed the paper to Shen Zhiyu.

——I don't want to be seen.

He used to be a unrestrained young man, but now he has become disabled and mute. For anyone, he will only want to hide in his own body, dare not face other people's eyes, and do not want to uncover his scars again and again in front of others.

Shen Zhiyu held out his hand, touched his cold cheek and said, "don't be afraid. My friend is a very good person. He won't hurt you. Will you accompany me to treat him tomorrow?"

Xia Beiqing hesitated and twisted his fingers nervously. But after a moment, he nodded and agreed to Shen Zhiyu's request.

The next day, Shen Zhiyu comes back with vegetables. Xia Beiqing sits in a wheelchair and helps Shen Zhiyu wash vegetables together. He can help Shen Zhiyu as before. Xia Beiqing is in a good mood.

Before long, the doorbell rang.

Xia Beiqing immediately pushed the wheelchair and hid behind the frosted glass door of the kitchen, looking out carefully.

Shen Zhiyu asked him, "would you like to help me open the door?"

Xia Beiqing shakes his head hard, but he still can't accept a stranger rushing into his world.

Shen Zhiyu came out of the kitchen and opened the door. A young man in a suit stood outside. He was carrying a briefcase and nodded slightly to Shen Zhiyu.

Hello, Mr. Shen. This is Yang Shao speaking to you on the phone

Shen Zhiyu immediately hissed: "Hello, call me Zhiyu. We will do as we said on the phone yesterday."

"No problem."

Shen Zhiyu ushered Yang Shaoying into the door. Then he went into the kitchen and poured a glass of water. He handed it to Xia Beiqing behind the door and said, "Beiqing, can you help me send him a glass of water?"

Xia Bei tilted his head, his expression was panic and timid.

Shen Zhiyu didn't force him either, but said softly, "just do me a favor, OK?"

Xia Bei turned his head and saw that there were many ingredients on the stove, all of which needed to be handled by Shen Zhiyu. Thinking that Shen Zhiyu would be very hard, he hesitated, raised his hand and took the cup slowly.

With one hand pushing and one hand holding a water cup, Xia Beiqing came out from behind the door and left the kitchen.