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

The man who was kicked was panting heavily and couldn't get up. When two of his companions saw it, their eyes suddenly turned red and they rushed over fiercely.

Zhou Lin pushed Cheng Zhiwei back and pushed him to Meng Qiancheng, "Protect her."

He rolled up his sleeves, and with a cold face, he took a stick and beat the man to the ground hard. His momentum burst out, which was particularly frightening.

Four or five people gathered around.

Meng Qiancheng's feet moved and then retracted.

Fortunately, before the group could take action, Secretary Zhang rushed in with a few bodyguards and quickly restrained Gao Mu and the others.

Gao's mother continued to curse Cheng Zhiyin, "You little bitch, you will not die well. You, the Cheng family, will not die well. The whole family is a bitch... wu wu wu..."

The bodyguard pulled a towel and blocked her mouth.

Zhou Lin moved his shoulders and arms, thinking that the sticks he had just received were not light.

Cheng Zhiwei looked a little complicated and didn't know whether he should step forward.

Cheng Zhiyin's face was pale. She had been really frightened. Now she realized what she was doing and hurriedly asked Cheng Zhiwei if she was injured. Then she quietly bumped Cheng Zhiwei with her elbow and motioned in the direction of Zhou Lin to let Cheng Zhiwei go over.

Cheng Zhiwei hesitated for a moment, then limped over, "How are you? Are you okay?"

She just saw that he had been beaten with at least three sticks. If Secretary Zhang hadn't arrived with people in time, he would have received more beatings.

Zhou Lin lowered his right hand and put his left hand on his shoulder. His eyes met Cheng Zhiwei's worried eyes. The word "it's okay" came to his lips, but he swallowed it back and chose to tell the truth.

"I don't know if I injured a nerve, but I can't move my arm."

Cheng Zhiwei's expression changed, and the awkwardness in his heart was instantly replaced by worry, "Then go to the hospital quickly."

Zhou Lin glanced at Secretary Zhang without trace. Secretary Zhang understood and handed the car key to Cheng Zhiwei, "Young Madam, I still need to deal with this. Please take Mr. Zhou to the hospital for a detailed examination."

Cheng Zhiwei took it and took a deep breath to keep herself calm. Anyway, Zhou Lin had just taken a hit for her and saved her. She couldn't really turn a blind eye.

It was only natural to send Zhou Lin to the hospital.

"Do you want me to hold you up?" Cheng Zhiwei asked softly.

Zhou Lin's eyes flashed, and he remembered that when he first got married, Cheng Zhiwei was so gentle and carefree in his words, far less sharp-tongued than he is now.

"Okay." He nodded softly.

"I'll go too." Meng Qiancheng came over and took the key from Cheng Zhiwei's hand. He looked at Zhou Lin coldly with his eyes, silently laughing at his disguise.

Zhou Lin was not impatient, calm, stood up straight, and nodded gracefully, "Thank you very much, Dr. Meng."

Meng Qiancheng gave him a cold look, opened the door and went out.

Cheng Zhiwei and Zhou Lin walked behind.

When they got to the car, Meng Qiancheng was driving. Cheng Zhiwei was about to go to the passenger seat, but was pulled back by Zhou Lin. He lowered his deep eyes with a bit of a sneer, "Anyway, I am also protecting you from injuries. Just give me a blow." Doesn’t your conscience hurt when people are left behind?”

Cheng Zhiwei looked at his hand hanging by his side. She was not stubborn and sat in the back with him.

In this way, Meng Qiancheng looks like a driver.

He looked in the rearview mirror and met Zhou Lin's gaze, which was very dull, but if you look carefully, it was clear that there was sarcasm in his eyes.

Meng Qiancheng cursed inwardly and accelerated the speed of the car.

When the traffic light turned green, Zhou Lin said again: "Please, Doctor Meng, please send me to Zhang Yuanheng."

Meng Qiancheng finally found an opportunity to confront Zhou Lin, and immediately said rudely: "Mr. Zhou is a rich man after all. Are you looking down on the People's Hospital?"

Zhou Lin Shiran said, "That's not true. I have never looked down on the People's Hospital. I just don't trust you, Dr. Meng. I'm afraid that once I leave the hospital, my hand will really become useless."

Meng Qiancheng's face darkened, and he had the urge to park the car on the side of the road and ignore it.

But thinking about if he didn't go, Cheng Zhiwei must have sent Zhou Lin there, and he didn't know what would happen between the two of them.

So he endured the discomfort in his heart and turned the steering wheel, "It's up to you."

"Zhiwei, take my mobile phone and call Zhang Yuanheng." Zhou Lin suddenly lowered his voice and turned his head to look at Cheng Zhiwei.

Cheng Zhiwei nodded, reached into his pocket and found it empty.

"On the right side." Zhou Lin reminded her and sat upright.

Cheng Zhiwei stretched out his hand and couldn't reach it, so he could only lie on his chest with his whole upper body and reach for the pocket over there.

Zhou Lin watched her soft hair fall on his arm and moved his fingers. He couldn't help but stroke it...

The car suddenly came to a sudden stop.

The huge inertia caused Cheng Zhiwei to fall forward. Zhou Lin's expression changed, and he didn't care that he couldn't move his arms. He immediately grabbed her with his left hand and hugged her tightly. He pushed her forward with his right hand to avoid the two sides. Everyone hit the backrest together.

Instantly, sweat appeared on his forehead.

But his left hand never let go, firmly holding Cheng Zhiwei's waist.

The inertia lasted only a moment, and the car stopped.

Cheng Zhiwei immediately got up from Zhou Lin's arms, her eyes touched his pale face, and she suddenly thought that it must be an injury on his hand.

There was no awkwardness in my heart, so I blurted out words of concern, "Zhou Lin, are you okay?"

Zhou Lin stabilized his tone and said calmly: "Don't panic, I'm fine, mobile phone."

"Yes, mobile phone." Cheng Zhiwei hurriedly took out the mobile phone, unlocked it, and called Zhang Yuanheng.

Zhang Yuanheng asked what was going on.

Cheng Zhiwei glanced at Zhou Lin's pale cheeks and the sweat on his forehead, feeling a little guilty in his heart, and quickly told him about his injuries.

"I know, I will prepare, come directly." Zhang Yuanheng asked, "Protect his hands and don't get hurt again."

"Ah."

Meng Qiancheng turned around, his face full of anxiety, "Are you okay? Weiwei?"

Cheng Zhiwei looked outside, "What's wrong?"

Meng Qiancheng restarted the car, "Just now a car suddenly changed lanes from the opposite side to overtake. It was going very fast. I had no choice but to brake."

Cheng Zhiwei was just lying on Zhou Lin to get his mobile phone. He didn't see what was going on at all. Hearing this, he complained casually: "These people are really driving. Didn't they even see the car coming?"

Zhou Lin pulled his lips and suppressed the sarcasm deeply. His cold eyes fell on Meng Qiancheng, as sharp as a knife.

Half an hour later, the car arrived at the hospital smoothly.

Cheng Zhiwei quickly got out of the car, helped Zhou Lin out, and handed it over to Zhang Yuanheng, who immediately arranged for an inspection.

Cheng Zhiwei and Meng Qiancheng were waiting outside.

Meng Qiancheng watched the door of the examination room close, held Cheng Zhiwei's shoulders, turned her around to make sure she was okay, and then breathed a sigh of relief, "It was so scary when that car rushed over, I didn't even have time to warn her. , fortunately you are okay."

He looked completely scared and worried.