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

The car restarted, Xu Tian's voice was flying in the wind, "Okay, it's rare that you have figured it out. Don't worry, my sister will find the best lawyer in Chongqing to draft a divorce agreement for you, and find eight abs for you." Brother, I will make you happy and forget about Shu."

Cheng Zhiwei asked Xu Tian to send him back to the Bright Heavenly City.

The villa in Bright Sky City was the wedding room of Cheng Zhiwei and Zhou Lin. The two got married three years ago. Cheng Zhiwei has been living here, but Zhou Lin never comes back most of the time.

The design and decoration of the villa and the furniture purchased were all carefully selected by Cheng Zhiwei.

Once upon a time, she also imagined that she and Zhou Lin would live here for the rest of their lives. Unfortunately, her dream came true and she married him. In three years, she could not warm up Zhou Lin's heart made of stone.

While thinking about the past, she opened the door.

The door opened, and a charming and familiar voice came, "Brother Lin, where is the hair dryer? I can't find it."

Cheng Zhiwei's body was stiff and her knuckles on the doorknob were pale. She walked in slowly and looked up at the second floor.

The petite and exquisite woman was only wearing a bath towel, and her white shoulders and straight and slender legs were exposed to the air.

Seeing Cheng Zhiwei, Bai Zhuzhu showed no trace of panic or embarrassment on her face, and even deliberately pretended to be innocent and ignorant.

"Sister Zhiwei, you are back."

The man who stood up on the sofa had a tall and straight figure, and his stern face was like the most perfect work of art. Following Bai Zhuzhu's words, he looked at Cheng Zhiwei with his deep and cold eyes.

When he touched the gauze on her forehead, his eyes paused slightly, his brows furrowed, and he walked over with long legs.

His sight was blocked by the shadow. Cheng Zhiwei lowered his gaze and curled his lips in a self-deprecating manner. He felt sorry for her little lover. She just glanced at him and he hurriedly came over to block her sight.

"What's going on on your head?" The cold voice didn't have any warmth as a husband.

Cheng Zhiwei remembered that when he knew Bai Zhuzhu existed, he drove to see her. At that time, Zhou Lin happened to be with Bai Zhuzhu. The doting tone when he spoke to her and the tenderness in his eyes were the words of Cheng Zhiwei, the law What the lawful wife never got.

Yes, she is his legal wife, but she can only follow them from a distance like a peeping tom.

It's ridiculous.

"Speak." Before Cheng Zhiwei could speak, Zhou Lin's tone became impatient.

She raised her eyes to look at Zhou Lin, and when she caught his gloomy gaze, she crawled out of her heart inch by inch. She pursed her bloodless lips and asked him: "Where were you last night?"

She knew where he was, but she desperately wanted an answer.

Zhou Lin obviously didn't like others asking him questions, and his expression turned ugly, "Where I am is none of your business."

Cheng Zhiwei's heart clenched at such an indifferent answer, and he blurted out the questioning words: "Do you know that I... yesterday?"

"Sister Zhiwei." A clear voice came in. Bai Zhuzhu covered the precarious bath towel on his chest with one hand and pulled Zhou Lin with the other hand, smiling sweetly, "Brother Lin was celebrating my birthday with me last night. "

Cheng Zhiwei raised a sarcastic smile, yes, it was a birthday, and after the birthday, he went to bed again, that's why he didn't call back all night.

Forget it.

Cheng Zhiwei felt as if all his strength had been drained from his body and he was exhausted.

Now that you have decided to divorce, why bother clinging to that answer?

She lifted her feet and prepared to leave.

But Zhou Lin grabbed his wrist, and Zhou Lin's brows were knotted, "Cheng Zhiwei, who are you showing this desperate look?"

After all, the two got married because they had sex. In Zhou Lin's mind, it was Cheng Zhiwei's design that they had sex. Even though Miles Zhiwei had been his wife dutifully for the past three years, it couldn't change it. The viciousness in her bones.

Her current miserable appearance, in Zhou Lin's subconscious, was just a newly thought up trick to deceive him.

But this time I knew how to do the whole show, and even pretended to have a piece of gauze on my forehead.

Thinking of his worry just now, Zhou Lin's eyes instantly darkened. He raised his hand to tear off the gauze and expose Cheng Zhiwei's lies.

Cheng Zhiwei subconsciously dodged, but did not notice the cabinet next to her. When her elbow hit the cabinet, the wound immediately felt painful. She raised her hand and accidentally knocked over the blue and white porcelain vase at her side. The vase fell to the ground with a "bang" sound. broken into pieces.

"Ah." Bai Zhuzhu screamed in surprise and hid behind Zhou Lin, "Sister Zhiwei, this is the blue and white porcelain that Brother Lin just bought."

Cheng Zhiwei's face turned pale.

Her behavior made Zhou Lin even more certain that Cheng Zhiwei put a piece of gauze on to pretend to be sick. After all, she had done more disgusting things than this.

His dislike for Cheng Zhiwei deepened and he became angry. Did Cheng Zhiwei really think that he was someone she could fool again and again?

Driven by anger, he pressed Cheng Zhiwei's shoulders, grabbed the unsightly piece of gauze, and pulled it off.

The wound on Cheng Zhiwei's forehead was the most serious. The doctor said it was likely to leave a scar. The blood and medicine oozing out of the wound stuck to the gauze. When Zhou Lin pulled it like this, Cheng Zhiwei instantly felt a sharp pain as if his scalp had been torn off. feel.

She screamed "Ah" and burst into tears.

Zhou Lin didn't expect that Cheng Zhiwei was really injured, and was stunned. The gauze in his hand suddenly became very hot.

"Ah, why did sister Zhiwei have such a big wound on her head?" Bai Zhuzhu covered her mouth and screamed in horror, "It can't be disfigured."

Zhou Lin narrowed his eyes, and the words he spoke were cold and hurtful, "Cheng Zhiwei, you have really improved. Now you can use bitter tricks when acting."

A woman values ​​her face the most. How could Cheng Zhiwei let her face get hurt like this?

Everything that happened three years ago rolled through his memory, and Zhou Lin felt sick.

The pain of Cheng Zhiwei's wound was far less than that of being stabbed in her heart by Zhou Lin. She was in so much pain that she could hardly speak.

Zhou Linmeifeng is full of indifference and impatience.

Cheng Zhiwei paused, lowered his eyebrows and raised the corners of his mouth mockingly. Look, he looked exactly like the man in the hospital whose wife had died.

While thinking about it, she had already walked to the door. The moment she walked to the door, the blood on her face disappeared.

The clean and tidy room was now in a mess. The blue quilt on the bed was opened casually. At the end of the bed was a woman's white skirt and pink underwear. On the wooden floor at the foot of the bed were the same color panties.

Ambiguous and frivolous.

The skin care products on the dressing table were messed up, and the room was filled with her favorite jasmine fragrance, which was the smell of her favorite shower gel.

Cheng Zhiwei swayed and her nails dug into the palms of her hands. Before her wife was dead, Zhou Lin came into the house with Bai Zhuzhu in a grand manner.

Maybe he even rolled on this bed.

Nausea.

Extremely disgusting.