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

Zhou Lin has refused to take medicine since he was sick since he was a child. The last time he had a fever, Cheng Zhiwei took advantage of his weakness and stuffed medicine into his mouth.

At this moment...

Cheng Zhiwei considered the feasibility of repeating it. He couldn't move a hand, and he didn't have that much strength to stop her.

She was a little bit ready to move.

Zhou Lin saw this and tilted his head slightly. He could see all her thoughts.

My heart was uncontrollably beating slightly with pride.

She still cared about him.

But he couldn't let her see that he actually expected that kind of thing.

Zhou Lin turned his gaze away, pretending not to notice her intention, and snorted deliberately, "I told you I won't take medicine, Cheng Zhiwei, don't you understand?"

"Understood." Cheng Zhiwei looked at Zhou Lin's arrogant face calmly, her tone was calm, she put the medicine on the cabinet, "So I put this medicine here, you can take it whenever you want. It’s time to eat.”

She had already figured out that they were about to get divorced, so there was really no need to show too much concern.

He doesn't lack her care either.

So he takes this medicine whether he likes it or not.

Cheng Zhiwei actually put down the medicine, which was completely unexpected to Zhou Lin. His expression stiffened for a moment, and his eyes turned around the medicine, and finally fell on the face of Cheng Zhiwei, who had a calm expression.

She lowered her head and was twisting the thermos bucket. Halfway through, she suddenly remembered something and looked up at him. Her voice was low and lukewarm, "This is the soup Aunt Wang made especially for you. Do you want to drink some?" "

Zhou Lin was originally very unhappy and wanted to say not to drink it, but when the words came to his lips, he saw the lonely medicine and thought that if he said not to drink it, Cheng Zhiwei would immediately tighten the lid and throw it aside.

An unreasonable feeling of frustration arose in my heart.

I wanted to have the guts to let her go, but the words just couldn't come out of my mouth.

Cheng Zhiwei frowned and asked again, "Don't you want to drink? If you don't drink, I'll put it away."

"Drink." Zhou Lin was so angry that his chest hurt, and the word burst out from between his teeth.

Cheng Zhiwei poured out half a bowl of soup and handed it to him.

Zhou Lin didn't answer, but his eyes were a little unclear and anxious, and his tone raised unconsciously, "I hurt my right hand, how do you want me to eat?"

Cheng Zhiwei thought for a moment, raised the small table, and handed him the spoon.

That's all right.

Zhou Lin laughed truly angrily this time. He glanced at Cheng Zhiwei's face and said sarcastically: "Cheng Zhiwei, my hand was injured at least because of you. Do you have any conscience? You know that I can't move it. You still treat me like this."

Cheng Zhiwei blinked his eyes in confusion, "Why did I cheat on you?"

The table board is also placed, and the spoons are also placed.

What else do you want?

Zhou Lin was angry, his face was dark, and he said in a cold and sinister voice: "Trouble, young madam, for the sake of me saving you, I have the honor to feed me a sip of hot soup. I thank you."

Only then did Cheng Zhiwei know what Zhou Lin meant.

She frowned, obviously reluctant. He still had a hand, so that was obviously enough.

"Forget it if you don't want to. Anyway, I volunteered to save you. You can go and don't delay your date with Meng Qiancheng."

Cheng Zhiwei knew that Zhou Lin said this on purpose, and she could ignore it, but there was a voice in her head that kept telling her that it was him who saved her yesterday, and if it weren't for him, she would be the one lying in the hospital.

Talking about the matter, she really couldn't just walk away.

A few seconds later, Cheng Zhiwei picked up the bowl and handed the soup to Zhou Lin's lips with a spoon, "Drink, Master Zhou."

Zhou Lin restrained the corners of his mouth that turned up due to his improved mood, took a sip, and then said calmly: "Cheng Zhiwei, this is of your own free will, I didn't force you."

Cheng Zhiwei rolled his eyes in his heart, childish or not.

Wang Mei's soup was soothing and warm to the stomach. After drinking a bowl of soup, Zhou Lin felt much better and no longer arrogant. He took the medicine and asked Cheng Zhiwei to serve him a bowl of soup.

By the way, she snorted coldly: "My mother just loves you. In all these years, Wang Mei has never taken care of me alone."

Cheng Zhiwei didn't answer, but just fed him soup one spoonful at a time.

Halfway through another bowl of soup, the door to the ward was suddenly pushed open. Xu Zhenzhen's worried voice came in through the door, "Alin, I heard you were injured..."

The rest of the words stopped abruptly after seeing Cheng Zhiwei and her actions.

The smile on Xu Zhenzhen's face faded a little, and then she smiled brighter, "Zhiwei, you are here too."

Cheng Zhiwei put the soup bowl aside and stood up, "Since Miss Xu is here, I'll leave first."

She didn't like seeing Xu Zhenzhen at all.

Xu Zhenzhen: "I heard that A Lin was hospitalized and I came to see him. You don't have to leave. Look at my legs. I can't take care of A Lin. I'm sorry to bother you."

Cheng Zhiwei lowered his eyes, haha, think of her as a nanny, right?

She was ready to leave with an expressionless face.

"Zhiwei, wait." Xu Zhenzhen called out and took out an ointment from her pocket and handed it to Cheng Zhiwei, "This is the ointment I asked a friend to bring back from abroad. It is said to be very good for wounds and scars. Take it back." Use it."

Cheng Zhiwei wore a mask whenever she went out during this period, but after coming here, because Zhou Lin had seen this face, she took off the mask.

At this time, the marks on his face were still mottled and scary. Compared with Xu Zhenzhen's beautiful face, it was really embarrassed and ugly.

Cheng Zhiwei looked at Xu Zhenzhen indifferently. She didn't need to remind her so deliberately how ugly she was now.

"Miss Xu, it's better to keep it for yourself."

"Zhiwei, don't get me wrong, I just want to compensate you for Lanzhi." Xu Zhenzhen pursed her lips with helplessness, "We can't go back to the past for what has happened, but we can make up for it. We really want to compensate you."

Cheng Zhiwei looked at her hypocritical face quietly and wanted to say something, but thought that what he said would only cause an argument. It was not because he was afraid that he would not win the argument, but it really affected his mood.

Her mood has changed a lot recently, and she really doesn't want to cause internal trouble to herself because of these messy things.

So, she endured it and walked away.

Xu Zhenzhen turned around in her wheelchair and blocked the door, "Zhiwei, can you give Lanzhi a chance?"

When it comes to entangled things, giving up halfway is no longer entangled.

Cheng Zhiwei really didn't understand why Xu Zhenzhen was still entangled with her even though the matter was over. She and Bai Zhuzhu were indeed two sisters. They had the same personality and were equally disgusting.

Taking a deep breath, Cheng Zhiwei took two steps back, looked back at Zhou Lin, and said in a bad tone, "What, if I don't want to forgive He Lanzhi, do you plan to keep me locked up here?"

Zhou Lin naturally understood the sarcasm in her eyes and frowned, "Zhenzhen, don't be like this."