Chapter 548 The Strange Man Beside Shen Zhiyu

The man glanced at his watch: "It's getting late, I should go back."

"Okay, I'll see you off."

Shen Zhiyu and the man walked out of the fence side by side. The man put Little Pudding on the safety seat in the car, fastened his seat belt for him, then straightened up, facing Shen Zhiyu.

The man was half a head taller than Shen Zhiyu. At this time, he was looking down at Shen Zhiyu and said, "Zhiyu, thank you for helping me take care of Little Pudding. I would like to treat you to dinner when I have time, is that okay?"

Shen Zhiyu's eyes behind the lens were soft: "Of course."

The man laughed, said a few more words, opened the car door and got in the car, waved to Shen Zhiyu through the car window, and then left with his foot on the accelerator.

After watching the Volkswagen leave, Shen Zhiyu turned around until it disappeared at the corner of the street, locked the fence, and walked towards the small western-style building.

He didn't notice that there was a figure squatting in the bushes opposite. The man was holding up a camera, and the camera followed Shen Zhiyu all the time, snapping and snapping.

A few hours later, at Jun's house, Xia Beiqing received an international letter. In the silent room, there was only a small lamp by the bed, emitting a dim light.

Xia Beiqing sat by the bed, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, and was shrouded in the clear light of the moonlight. He tore open the envelope and took out a stack of photos from it.

There is only one protagonist in all the photos, and that is Shen Zhiyu.

There are photos of him walking out of the gate, photos of him watering flowers outside a small western building with a water bottle, photos of him returning from the supermarket with big bags, and photos of him sending a group of children out.

They are all trivial lives, and there is nothing special about them, but they are worthy of Xia Beiqing's repeated reading, not letting go of even a single detail.

Shen Zhiyu in the photo is still the same as before, wearing a neat and casual white shirt, the cuffs are gently rolled up, revealing his white wrists, and gold-rimmed glasses on his straight nose, his eyes behind the lenses are smiling, and he gestures with every gesture , always with his unique elegance and tenderness.

Xia Beiqing gently rubbed Shen Zhiyu's face in the photo with his fingertips, as if he could still feel his warmth through the photo.

He continued to look through the rest of the photos, and suddenly, his eyes fixed, and he was attracted by one of them.

In the photo, Shen Zhiyu was leaning against the door frame, holding a little milk baby in his arms. The little milk baby was holding a lollipop, sticking out a pink tongue, saliva dripping from the corners of his lips.

Xia Beiqing furrowed his brows fiercely, then turned back, and he saw a photo of Shen Zhiyu, but suddenly there was a strange man.

The man was wearing a long windbreaker, with a cropped head and a deep and cold outline. He was standing opposite Shen Zhiyu, and he didn't know what to say. Shen Zhiyu frowned and smiled softly under the setting sun.

To Xia Beiqing, that smile was extremely dazzling.

Xia Beiqing's hands tightly clenched the photo, and his pupils were shrinking inch by inch. In the darkness, a hot flame burst out suddenly, as if it was going to burn the photo.

His face visibly distorted twice, he threw the photo aside, picked up his mobile phone and dialed the private detective, gritted his teeth and asked viciously, "Who is the man in the photo!"

The private detective replied at the other end: "The man's name is Wei Heng, and he is a single father."

"Wei! Heng!" Xia Beiqing chewed the name in his mouth, wishing he could tear it into pieces.