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

Zhou Lin took a deep breath, lowered his eyes and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to question your ability."

Dr. Fang's tone was slightly cold, and he was not afraid of offending Zhou Lin. He said straightforwardly: "If you can say such things, then Miss Cheng must have a lot to do with you to become like this."

"Can it be cured?" Zhou Lin asked.

"Memory is a very delicate thing. To be honest, amnesia is not even a regular mental illness. Taking medicine is useless." Dr. Fang paused and added, "The most important thing is your company."

She thought that Zhou Lin was Cheng Zhiwei's husband, so he should be the closest person to her.

But Zhou Lin's company was something Cheng Zhiwei had never gotten.

Zhou Lin got into the car with mixed emotions. As soon as he sat down, he felt Cheng Zhiwei's secret gaze. He turned to look at her and met her inquiring eyes.

She carefully considered her words, "Who are you?"

Zhou Lin's throat rolled. He always felt that she was pretending to be crazy and acting stupid for a purpose. But one day she was confirmed to have amnesia. He didn't know how to face Cheng Zhiwei like this.

And everything in her eyes was strange at this time.

There is a sense of unreal absurdity.

"Thank you for sending me." She was obedient and quiet. She quietly pulled the blanket on her body and smoothed her hair.

There is a feeling of not knowing what to do if you have a bad image in front of strangers.

The car drove all the way back to Bright Sky City.

Cheng Zhiwei stood at the door of the villa blankly and turned to look at Zhou Lin. There were many people around, but she didn't recognize any of them, so she subconsciously asked Zhou Lin, "Where is this?"

There was no such place in her memory.

She curled her lips and said, "Please send me back, otherwise my dad will be angry."

Zhou Lin's mouth was so bitter. Seeing her anxious look, he couldn't tell her that her parents had returned to their hometown, so he could only whisper: "Your parents went on a business trip, have you forgotten? My mother... you Aunt Lin arranges for you to stay at my house for a few days."

Cheng Zhi tilted his head slightly, feeling at a loss. She had no impression at all.

However, her parents were history professors and often went out to study ancient culture. She also stayed at Zhou's house several times when she was a child.

But why has she never seen this strange man in front of her?

She stood there awkwardly, not wanting to step into a strange place.

But the early winter wind was already bitingly chilly, and she only wore a not-so-thick blanket over her nightgown.

As the wind swept by, she shrank and tightened the blanket, rubbing her calves unconsciously.

Zhou Lin pursed his lips, as usual, and stretched out his hand to force her in, but before he even touched her, she jumped away like a frightened rabbit.

Staring at him with great vigilance, "What do you want to do?"

"It's cold outside, let's go in and talk." Zhou Lin coaxed in a low voice, "Okay?"

"No, no, no, I'm going home." Cheng Zhiwei shook his head like a rattle and stepped back quickly, "Don't follow me."

It was completely assumed that Zhou Lin was a bad person with evil intentions.

"Cheng Zhiwei, don't be like this." Zhou Lin felt very uncomfortable, and his eyes gradually showed sadness, "Don't be like this, let's be fine."

But in Cheng Zhiwei's eyes, his affectionate appearance at this time meant nothing more than pure.

ill.

"I don't know you, don't follow me." Cheng Zhiwei screamed and ran away.

"Young Madam...Miss Zhiwei." Wang Mei couldn't stand it anymore and quickly stopped Cheng Zhiwei, "If you don't believe his words, believe me. Madam asked me to take good care of you."

Cheng Zhiwei stood there hesitantly, looked at Zhou Lin warily, and then looked at Wang Mei.

She is in trouble.

Zhou Lin endured the dry feeling and said in a deep voice: "If you don't believe me, you can always believe her. And I don't often live here. You can stay here for a few days and I will pick you up when Mrs. Zhou comes back."

"Yes, if Miss Zhiwei doesn't believe it, I will send a video to Madam and ask her to tell you." Wang Mei said and took out her mobile phone.

"That's not necessary." Cheng Zhiwei believed in Lin Yu, and naturally believed in the person she told.

Then he followed Wang Mei in.

She had been renovating the wedding room she had been responsible for and had lived here for three years, but she looked at it like she was completely unfamiliar.

No one dared to say anything.

Wang Mei looked away and wiped away her tears before saying with red eyes: "Young Master...Miss Zhiwei, come with me. I will take you to take a bath and change clothes."

Cheng Zhiwei said politely: "Sorry to trouble you."

When they got upstairs, Cheng Zhiwei decided not to go to the master bedroom, but went to the guest room next to her.

She thought that it was the master's bedroom and that she, as a guest, should not enter.

Wang Mei didn't dare to say more, she just told her to take a bath and get her clothes.

When Cheng Zhiwei came out of the shower, Wang Mei handed her a set of pajamas. Cheng Zhiwei put it on and it fit her perfectly. She was a little surprised and said, "Is he married? Or does he have a girlfriend? Is he about the same height as me?"

This dress fits me too well.

"I'm wearing her clothes, they won't quarrel, right?"

"Isn't it good for me to live here?"

Wang Mei felt sad and funny at the same time, so she could only say: "They are all old clothes, as long as you don't dislike them."

"Just call me Zhiwei, don't always belong to you." Cheng Zhi said with a smile, "By the way, whatever his name is, he is the master of this family."

She asked carefully so as not to trouble others, but she didn't even know their names.

Wang Mei opened her mouth, but for a moment she really didn't know how to give Zhou Lin an identity, "I...I don't know, I was just sent by Madam to take care of you."

"Okay, I'll ask Auntie next time." Cheng Zhiwei shrugged, looking exactly like the tranquility of his youth.

After putting on her clothes, she pulled Wang Mei to the side and suddenly asked in a low voice with a serious tone: "Since you are from the Zhou family, do you know how your young master, Zhou Lin, is doing now?"

Wang Mei didn't react and said casually: "Young master is very good."

People are downstairs.

Cheng Zhiwei suddenly said anxiously: "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I'm just worried about him. I want to ask him if he still has nightmares and can't sleep?"

Wang Mei was stunned for a moment, "Can't you sleep?"

"I know he was kidnapped and those people bullied him..." This caused a huge psychological shadow.

But that was several years ago, and Cheng Zhiwei's memory stopped there.

And forget everything that happened after that.

"Why don't you say anything? Is he not feeling well? I originally wanted to go see him, but my aunt said he was emotionally unstable and asked me not to go for the time being, for fear that he would hurt me."

Cheng Zhiwei's eyes turned red with concern and she sniffed, "He is so kind, how could he hurt me?"

At the door, Zhou Lin leaned against the wall, the shadow of his broken hair covering the floating emotions in his eyes.

He thought about how at that time, he treated her like a younger sister. He would occasionally find her annoying and would not return her calls or messages.

He's clearly not good at all.