Chapter 550 What Should He Do?

This was the first time he came to his dream after his mother passed away. His mother's soft voice seemed to still echo in his ears.

Everyone has the right to pursue happiness, and one should look forward while alive.

So what should he do?

Once, his sister-in-law gave him a choice between the two, but his mother told him that it was never a multiple-choice question.

Xia Beiqing opened the drawer in a panic, and took out a stack of photos from it. The photos were scattered on the bed, all of which were Shen Zhiyu's figure.

He stretched out his hand, gently touched the person in the photo, then hugged the photo and hugged him tightly, just like he used to hold Teacher Shen.

Shuo country.

On Friday night, Shen Zhiyu went to the supermarket. He took out a list, which displayed the daily necessities that were missing at home. He pushed the shopping cart to the ingredients area, and accidentally caught a glimpse of a steak that was on sale. Got to freeze.

In the past, Xia Beiqing liked to eat steak very much. He knew that with Xia Beiqing's family background, all he ate should be the top fresh steak, but he might only be able to afford packaged steak from the supermarket and bring it back Fry them yourself.

Xia Beiqing never disliked it, and even ate it with great enjoyment. For a while, he pestered himself almost every day, asking him to buy steak and fry it at home, as if he would never get tired of eating it.

wait!

Why did you remember those things again?

Shen Zhiyu's thoughts were forcibly pulled back, and he shook his head, as if he wanted to shake off those memories as well.

After shopping, Shen Zhiyu received a call from Wei Heng when he came out of the supermarket.

"Zhi Yu, last time I said I would treat you to dinner, are you free tomorrow night? I have reserved a seat in the restaurant."

Shen Zhiyu put the things in the trunk: "If you're free, in fact, just buy some food and eat at home, it doesn't need to cost so much."

Wei Heng laughed heartily: "Hi! I don't know how to cook. All along, I always let the little pudding rub your dinner. It doesn't cost you any money. You can still pay for a meal. It's just an ordinary restaurant. , you just don’t want to be disgusted.”

Little Pudding's soft voice also came from the other end of the phone: "Mr. Shen...have dinner..."

Shen Zhiyu curled the corners of his lips: "Why do you dislike it? See you tomorrow night."

Wei Heng's voice suddenly raised a bit: "Okay! I'll send you the address of the restaurant!"

After hanging up the phone, I received a text message from Wei Heng, which contained a series of detailed addresses, not far from his residence.

Shen Zhiyu put his phone in his pocket, got in the car, and left the supermarket's parking lot.

A crescent moon hangs in the sky, stars are dotted around, the street lights are flickering, back to Xiaoyanglou, Shen Zhiyu turns off the engine and gets out of the car, takes out the things in the trunk, enters the password, and opens the door.

Walking into the living room, Shen Zhiyu put the daily necessities away, stuffed the fruit he just bought into the refrigerator, warmed up a glass of milk, and went to the bathroom to take a shower after drinking.

Not long after, he came out of the bathroom, dried his wet hair with a towel, opened the door and walked into the bedroom without turning on the light, intending to go to bed directly under the moonlight.

As soon as Shen Zhiyu walked to the bed, a black shadow suddenly flashed in front of his eyes. Before he could react, he was hugged tightly from behind.

In an instant, Shen Zhiyu's back stiffened, he stopped on purpose, and even took the towel in his hand, which also fell to the ground. At the first moment, he thought that the person behind him should be a thief or a gangster.

Therefore, Shen Zhiyu quickly calmed down, and did not yell, so as not to alarm the people behind him, it would only be bad for him.