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

"You couldn't win Xu Zhenzhen's heart before she had the car accident. Now that she's disabled, you still can't win her heart. I'm a joke, aren't you?"

Cheng Zhiwei took the phone and stood up, "By the way, Master He, Zhou Lin is gone, remember to pay."

She waved her hand and left easily.

He Lanzhi was left alone and was so angry that she almost flipped the table.

You have sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, Cheng Zhiwei, just wait, there is a big gift waiting for you.

Cheng Zhi walked to the door of the store and saw no cars on either side. He knew that Zhou Lin's so-called sending Xu Zhenzhen out was probably sending him home directly.

A woman stood up behind the counter and chased her out, "Madam, please wait. The young master asked you to wait for him here. He will be back to pick you up in a moment."

Cheng Zhiwei recognized that this was the woman who pushed Xu Zhenzhen into the box before, Xiao Man in Helanzhi's mouth, she nodded slightly, "Yes, I understand."

Zhou Lin asked her to wait, so she had to wait.

Xiaoman looked at her curiously and continued: "It's cold outside, please come in and wait."

Cheng Zhiwei followed her in and found a seat to sit down. Xiaoman poured her another glass of hot water before returning to the counter.

Cheng Zhiwei waited until six o'clock in the evening.

The autumn rain was pattering, the sky was already dark, and pedestrians were coming and going on the street. Cheng Zhi slightly tilted his head and looked at it, feeling very awkward.

It's uncomfortable to say that it's uncomfortable, but it's not uncomfortable, but it feels empty inside.

She couldn't help but think that if she had not agreed to marry Zhou Lin, she would be pursuing her dream now, or perhaps becoming a teacher like her sister Cheng Zhiyin, as her parents expected, and living a stable and peaceful life. Life.

Xiao Man came over with a kettle, poured hot water into Cheng Zhiwei's cup for the third time, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want us to have something to eat together?"

As he spoke, he pursed his lips and smiled sheepishly. "It's just hot pot..."

Most of the time, the private restaurant takes private orders. Today, there were not many customers ordering food. It was raining outside, so I decided to cook hot pot.

"Okay." Cheng Zhiwei raised his head and smiled, thanking him politely, "Sorry for the trouble."

"No trouble, no trouble." Xiao Man said happily, and laughed again, "Young madam, you are so beautiful."

"I should be a little older than you, you can call me sister." Cheng Zhiwei could clearly feel the kindness and simplicity of the girl in front of him, and she was also willing to release her kindness.

Xiao Man shouted to the kitchen: "Dad, bring out the hot pot quickly, the young lady said she would eat with us."

The quiet kitchen suddenly became lively. The middle-aged man happily brought out the pot. It was steaming and the delicious flavor suddenly emerged.

A little boy of three or four years old ran out. He was a tiger-like boy with a yellow jacket stained with colorful watercolor pens.

He immediately threw himself on Cheng Zhiwei's lap, not afraid of anything at all, "Auntie, give me a hug."

Xiaoman was startled and quickly went to pull the child, "Xiaobao, don't disturb the guests."

As soon as the words fell to the ground, he was suddenly surprised.

Because Cheng Zhiwei had already picked up Xiaobao, with such a gentle expression, and even touched his hair, "Your name is Xiaobao?"

There was no trace of Xiaobao's watercolor pen staining her off-white coat.

"Xiaobao is young and likes beautiful sisters. Don't be angry. Come here, Xiaobao. Auntie will hug you." Xiaoman reached out to hug the child.

Xiaobao hugged Cheng Zhiwei's neck and refused to let go, "I want auntie to hug me, I want auntie to hug me."

"Xiaobao, be obedient."

"I'll just hold him." Cheng Zhiwei patted Xiaobao's back comfortingly and sat down again.

Xiaoman said very embarrassedly: "It's troublesome."

When Xiaobao's parents were busy bringing out the dishes, they were shocked to see Xiaobao lai on Cheng Zhiwei. Xiaoman explained and they felt relieved.

Soon, the whole family sat down at the table. Seeing that Cheng Zhiwei had no airs, the atmosphere suddenly became relaxed.

Cheng Zhiwei boiled some vegetables in a clear soup pot and slowly fed Xiaobao to eat. Xiaobao was particularly well-behaved.

As we chatted slowly, the topic turned to old things.

Xiaobao's dad said gratefully: "The gentle temperament of the young lady is really similar to Aunt Lin. Thanks to Aunt Lin's help, our family has a place to settle down."

Xiaobao's mother answered: "Who says it wasn't the case? She almost died in that man's hands and saved our mother, otherwise our family would not know what would happen now."

Cheng Zhiwei was stunned and asked curiously what was going on. In her impression, Lin Yu was an elegant lady, and her aura seemed to have been raised in fine clothes and fine food since childhood.

Will such a person also suffer?

Xiaoman's father took a sip of wine and banged the bar, "These are all old things. It doesn't matter if you don't mention them or not."

Xiaobao's parents looked at each other and never mentioned the matter again.

Cheng Zhiwei saw that they were unwilling to tell and knew that some secrets must be involved, so he did not ask further questions and just teased the children.

"Xiaobao never likes to come into contact with unfamiliar people, but today is strange." Xiaobao's mother smiled and reopened the topic.

Cheng Zhiwei said "Ah" and also laughed, "I thought he wasn't afraid of life."

"It must be because the young lady is good-looking and gentle," Xiaoman said.

Cheng Zhiwei smiled silently. At this moment, the empty feeling in his heart was slowly filled with a warm feeling.

What she yearns for is such a simple life.

"Can you pour me a glass of wine?" Cheng Zhiwei asked Xiaoman as he returned Xiaobao to Xiaobao's mother.

"Yes, yes." Xiao Man put down his chopsticks and quickly went to the counter to get a cup. After thinking about it, he scalded it with boiling water before placing it in front of Cheng Zhiwei.

Xiaoman's father asked Xiaoman to get the best wine.

"That's it." Cheng Zhiwei pointed to the small wine bottle on the table, "This is the bar you brewed yourself. It smells delicious. Can I have a taste?"

Xiao Man hesitated and persuaded: "We brewed this wine ourselves. The alcohol content is 40 to 50 degrees. It's very choking. I'll bring you a fruit bar. The one has a lower alcohol content and tastes pretty good."

"I want this." Cheng Zhiwei smiled lightly. She was in a good mood now and just wanted to drink.

Have a good drink and drive all those annoying things out of your mind.

"But..." Xiao Man still didn't dare. He would let the young master know that they let the young madam drink such a high degree of wine, and he would be angry.

"Pour some for the young lady." Xiaoman's father spoke. He was also a man who had experienced ups and downs for half his life. How could he not understand the hurt in Cheng Zhiwei's eyes? Moreover, regarding the young lady's affairs, he more or less listened to his wife Wang. Mei said that he is also a miserable person.

"dad."

"Isn't there a guest room upstairs? If the young lady gets drunk later, she can stay here for one night." Xiaoman's father arranged.

"Thank you, uncle." Cheng Zhiwei tucked her long hair behind her ears and raised the wine glass in front of Xiao Man. "Xiao Man, pour me a glass quickly. It smells so good. I can't help it."