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

"Just a little bit." Cheng Zhiwei was organizing her things. A slight smell of alcohol came to her nose, so she subconsciously asked, "You've been drinking, do you want some hangover soup?"

"Can you cook?"

Cheng Zhiwei nodded, got up and went to the kitchen.

Zhou Lin glanced at the scriptures and mobile phone on the table, then walked to the kitchen and leaned against the door of the kitchen, looking at the jujube cores that Cheng Zhiwei skillfully picked.

He asked calmly: "He's quite skilled. Who has he cooked for?"

There are only two men in the Cheng family. Cheng Shang basically doesn’t drink. So it’s Meng Qiancheng?

Cheng Zhi smiled, forgetting what happened in the past three years. She seemed to have become a lot simpler, and even laughed.

When asked by Zhou Lin, she said openly: "I cooked it for Ah Lin."

A trace of surprise flashed in Zhou Lin's eyes. Has she cooked hangover soup for him? Why wasn't he impressed?

When talking about the person she likes, Cheng Zhiwei didn't mince words and asked in a casual manner: "Are you familiar with A Lin?"

"Yes, I know you."

Cheng Zhiwei started talking more, "He has many friends and drinks a lot, but he is not the type who gets drunk every time. He drinks more once or twice. I think he feels uncomfortable. I cooked sobering soup for him."

Zhou Lin didn't know when he stood up straight and said calmly: "You didn't hand it to him with your own hands, did you?"

Otherwise, how could he not know?

Cheng Zhiwei paused for a moment before suddenly remembering, "It seems so. It seems that I never handed it over to him with my own hands."

"Who did you give it to?" Zhou Lin lowered his eyes, gentle and indifferent, as if he asked casually.

But looking at it carefully, it seems like you are getting to the bottom of it.

"To whom?" Cheng Zhiwei frowned and recalled, but those memories were like duckweed on the water, erratic and impossible to grasp.

As soon as she was distracted, the knife holding the jujube core scratched her finger.

She threw the knife with a sound of "Ah" and jumped back a step, but her feet failed to stand firm and her body fell back.

Zhou Lin's expression changed and he strode over to catch her.

Cheng Zhiwei fell into a hug that smelled of alcohol. He was in shock and his face was pale.

Zhou Lin tightened her arms all of a sudden. She had really lost a lot of weight. There was not much flesh on her body, it was all bones.

Cheng Zhiwei had already jumped out of his arms, with a slight blush on her cheeks, and she hurriedly thanked him, "Thank you, thank you."

When Zhou Lin's arms were empty, he frowned and lectured with a stern face: "Why are you so frizzy?"

Cheng Zhiwei grabbed her finger and put it under the running water to wash it away, and said a little confused: "What happened to me?"

"I can't hear, and there seems to be something wrong with my head. I always feel like I've forgotten a lot of things lately. Sometimes it takes me a long time to think about something."

"Isn't it possible that I have some terminal illness?"

She was mumbling to herself, but Zhou Lin said angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about."

Cheng Zhiwei was startled and curled his lips unhappily, "I'm joking, but don't I really have a serious illness? Otherwise, how could this happen?"

"If you can't remember it, then you can't remember it." Zhou Lin rolled up his sleeves, went out to get a band-aid and handed it to Cheng Zhiwei. He took a knife to pick out the jujube core, and said in a very calm tone, "Forgotten things must be unhappy things. How nice.”

Cheng Zhiwei put the band-aid on carefully and retorted: "Of course it's not good. What happened is what happened, and forgetting it also happened. For example, if someone bullies me, if I forget, I feel bad thinking about becoming friends with him again, and he might even laugh at me behind my back."

"He won't laugh at you." Zhou Lin cut the jujube core, and the broken hair on his forehead covered his eyes.

Under the light, his expression couldn't be seen clearly.

Cheng Zhiwei shook his head and said, "Who knows, anyway, I don't want to lose my memory. I will remember both those who are good to me and those who are not good to me."

Zhou Lin paused in his movements and restrained himself from looking at her. He frowned slightly and said, "It's done. Do you want to cook it now?"

"Okay." Cheng Zhiwei hurriedly came over. In fact, she felt that Zhou Lin didn't look too drunk, but because of the spilled water, she couldn't say that there was no need to cook the hangover soup, so she decided to cook it. Well, just think of it as thanking him for providing her with a place to stay.

During the stewing time, Zhou Lin went upstairs to take a shower. When he came down, he saw Cheng Zhiwei bringing a bowl of soup. He said a little embarrassedly: "Brother Zhou, the stewing time is not too long. You can put the soup in it." If you eat jujube, the hangover effect will be better."

"Thank you." He nodded and took it.

"Then I'll go do my own thing." Cheng Zhiwei turned sideways and wanted to leave.

Zhou Lin glanced at the time, and his voice was hoarse like water vapor, "It's so late, it's time to go to bed."

"I'll go to bed later. Anyway, I have nothing to do during the day. You can sleep as long as you want." Cheng Zhiwei smiled lightly and said considerately, "Go and have a rest."

She wanted to leave, but her wrist was grabbed.

Cheng Zhiwei raised his head without knowing why, and looked into Zhou Lin's dark eyes.

"Since you have time to sleep during the day, you can also sleep at night and do what you want to do during the day." He said.

"But I..." Cheng Zhiwei said flatly. She went to record it at night, just because she wanted to record it as soon as possible and give it to Zhou Lin. She wanted Zhou Lin to recover as soon as possible.

"You're not feeling well yet." Zhou Lin locked his eyes on Cheng Zhiwei's pale face.

Did she forget that she had a fever a few days ago?

"I'm healed." Cheng Zhiwei patted his arm, "Look, I'm recovering well."

She lost her memory and talked more.

Zhou Lin raised his eyebrows and said calmly but without comment: "Cheng Zhiwei, if you do this, I will ask people to throw away all those things tomorrow."

"You..." Cheng Zhiwei pursed her lips rather resentfully, "Can't you do it even for half an hour?"

"No."

"Huh." Cheng Zhiwei was so angry that he stamped his feet, but he didn't dare to resist. He ran into the living room, packed up his things and carried them upstairs.

"Leave it alone." Zhou Lin saw through Cheng Zhiwei's thoughts at a glance.

Cheng Zhiwei refused to put it away, but Zhou Lin's dark face and tough demeanor were really scary, so she reluctantly put the things back, glared at Zhou Lin angrily, and ran upstairs.

Zhou Lin's mouth curled up, and his mood suddenly improved a lot.

She is like a blank sheet of paper now, with every emotion on her face, making it easy for people to see through it at a glance.

His eyes moved and fell on the box on the table. She kept all the scriptures carefully and regarded them as treasures.

Was he really that important to her at that time?

He walked upstairs slowly, stood at the door of the guest room, and then entered the master bedroom next to it.