After the divorce, Mrs. Zhou proposed to remarry with her three children.

"Zhou Lin, I'm going to kill you, you scumbag." Meng Qiancheng struggled and roared.

Zhou Lin tightened his arms and stared at Mr. Wang, "Send the person over and just take a breath."

Then strode away.

……

Headache.

My whole body hurts.

Cheng Zhiwei had the illusion that he would die in the next second. No matter if he died, he would not have to suffer such pain again.

But if she dies, who should she tell her hatred to?

She didn't know where the strength came from, and she struggled to open her eyes.

Wang Mei's choked voice followed, "Wake up, young lady, wake up."

Cheng Zhiwei stared blankly at the bottle above his head, the cold medicine dripping down drop by drop.

The scattered focus slowly gathered, and she turned her eyes slightly and landed on Wang Mei. She opened her mouth and said silently: "Aunt Wang."

Wang Mei wiped her tears and said in a loud voice: "I am here, I am here, young lady, don't be afraid, I am here, and the young master is also here."

Cheng Zhiwei froze, then slowly moved his eyes to look at Zhou Lin beside Wang Mei.

The hatred in her heart spread to her limbs, and she suddenly gained strength, "Help me up."

"You are covered with injuries, so you should lie down." Wang Mei advised in a fleshy voice.

Cheng Zhiwei insisted, "Help me up."

At this time, Wang Mei did not dare to make Cheng Zhiwei angry and hurriedly agreed.

"I'll do it." Zhou Lin said.

Wang Mei quickly got out of the way.

Zhou Lin's palm reached out from Cheng Zhiwei's back, and the humiliating feeling came out instantly, as if there was a memory,

She closed her eyes, forced herself to endure, and slowly sat up.

Zhou Lin felt the stiffness of her body and knew why she was stiff. A complex emotion flashed across his eyes, "Zhiwei..."

Cheng Zhiwei pulled out the infusion needle on the back of his hand and plunged it into Zhou Lin's chest with all his strength.

Hatred gave the weak her temporary strength, and the entire needle did not penetrate into Zhou Lin's flesh and blood.

Zhou Lin didn't move, but still held Cheng Zhiwei firmly with his palm.

Wang Mei screamed in horror, "Master."

Cheng Zhiwei's hair was disheveled, her hatred was burning, her face was horribly pale, and all her strength was exhausted at that moment.

Her body trembled violently, biting her lip, and arching her waist as if about to convulse.

She hated why she only had a small needle in her hand instead of a knife.

"Go call the doctor." Zhou Lin ordered Wang Mei in a deep voice.

Wang Mei ran out quickly.

After being injected again, Zhou Lin ordered Wang Mei to guard Cheng Zhiwei before leaving.

"Young Madam, what are you doing?" Wang Mei squeezed Cheng Zhiwei's hand and comforted her in a low voice with red eyes, "If there is anything we can wait for, let's take a good rest first and recover from our injuries."

Cheng Zhiwei curled up in the quilt, gritted his teeth and cried out.

She really hates it.

Outside the door, Zhou Lin paused for a long time before slowly leaving.

Secretary Zhang glanced at Zhou Lin. His dark eyes had no warmth, but Secretary Zhang knew clearly that Zhou Lin was angry.

He whispered: "I asked, and Wang Zhen insisted that it was you who gave the young lady to him, saying it was a great gift for the cooperation between the two families."

The words fell to the ground, and the temperature suddenly dropped.

Zhou Lin understood where Cheng Zhiwei's great hatred came from. She thought it was him...

"Look..."

Zhou Lin's tone was ordinary, almost the same as usual, but it was particularly intimidating, "Bring his daughter over."

"Yes."

After treating the wound, Zhou Lin did not return to the ward, but went to the place where Wang Zhen was being held.

Wang Zhenguang had nothing on his body and was lying naked on the ground. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen and ugly.

The sound of leather shoes hitting the ground sounded, and then stopped beside him. He raised his swollen eyelids with difficulty and looked over. Zhou Lin's tall figure was facing the light, and his eyes were cold and full of cold light.

Wang Zhen climbed up from the ground with difficulty. As soon as he knelt down, his fingers were stepped on by leather shoes, and the sound of broken bones was very clear.

He screamed, and his words were intermittent due to the severe pain, "Mr. Zhou, this is really a misunderstanding. If I knew that she was the young lady, I would never do such a thing."

Zhou Lin looked at him condescendingly, his thin lips pursed slightly, cold and sharp, "Secretary Zhang said, tell him that she is a gift from me for your cooperation?"

Another three points of force were used on the foot.

Wang Zhen pressed his stepped arm with one hand and cried out in pain, "That's what your people said."

Zhou Lin sneered, his voice cold and evil, "Wang Zhen, who are you, Tianchen, to deserve such praise from me? Besides, my Zhou Group wants to cooperate. When has it ever done such a dirty thing?"

Wang Zhen was so painful that he couldn't speak, and he knew vaguely that he had been tricked.

It's all because he was carried away by the joy of cooperation and drank too much at that time, so he didn't think much about it.

Indeed, this cooperation requires him to beg the Zhou Group, rather than the Zhou Group rushing to give him gifts.

"I really don't know what happened. When I was eating, someone grabbed me and said that in order to strengthen cooperation with the Zhou family, they had prepared a big gift for me." Wang Zhen no longer dared to say that it was from Zhou Lin. .

He doesn't want to die.

"What does a man or a woman look like?"

"It's a man. He's wearing a black suit. He looks... looks... I forgot about it."

"Forgot?" Zhou Lin laughed in a low voice, his laughter cold, "Okay, I have a way to make sure you remember it."

Before Wang Zhen could ask for mercy, he saw a young woman being carried in and thrown at his feet like a rag.

He was stunned for a moment and almost fainted, "Daughter?"

A table was brought up and placed in front of him.

Zhou Lin relaxed his feet and took a few steps slowly, "Don't you love to play? Why don't you play here with your daughter?"

"Mr. Zhou, please spare me." Wang Zhen kowtowed.

"Tear off her clothes."

Wang Zhen rushed over to protect his daughter desperately. In the flash of lightning, he finally remembered something, "I remembered, I remembered, there is a scar on his chin."

Secretary Zhang's expression changed and he whispered something in Zhou Lin's ear.

Zhou Lin's face was cold and he kicked Wang Zhen hard in the chest, "Your daughter is as old as a pig and a dog."

"Take a breath and hand it over to the police."

Once you know who it is, it will be easy to find it. If you follow the clues, you will be able to catch the person behind it.

When he got the results, Zhou Lin stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and was responding to Lin Yu's call.

Lin Yu knew about Cheng Zhiwei's abuse, but he didn't know the details and thought it was a kidnapping. Therefore, he only blamed Zhou Lin for not protecting Cheng Zhiwei, but didn't say much else.

Zhou Lin accepted the scolding obediently. After Lin Yu finished scolding and hung up the phone, he turned to look at Secretary Zhang, "Who is it?"

Secretary Zhang swallowed, feeling that life was too difficult, and he didn't even dare to look at Zhou Lin's face.

"Who is it?" Zhou Lin's voice turned eight degrees colder.