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

Lin Yu whispered: "Zhiwei, let's leave him alone. Auntie will take you out to play later."

Cheng Zhiwei shook his head and said, "Aunt Lin, I'm not going. I'll stay at home."

"Why don't you go? I have invited several sisters to play mahjong. You can come and play with me."

"If I don't go, I won't go. He will be unhappy if I go."

If she goes, she won't be able to chat with Alin anytime and anywhere, and she doesn't want that.

Lin Yu glared at Zhou Chenyuan angrily, "Look at the good things he has done. When Zhiwei sees him, he is like a mouse seeing a cat. Is he going to overthrow the world?"

Zhou Chenyuan didn't dare to speak for him, so he could only comfort him with gentle words.

Cheng Zhiwei returned to his room after eating, staring at his phone, waiting for the news to arrive.

Lin Yu and Wang Mei visited several times and found that she was in a good mood and felt relieved.

In a blink of an eye, it’s Wednesday of the second week.

Zhou Lin had promised to take Cheng Zhiwei to the concert before, so he carefully prepared flowers and chocolates, for no other reason than that he didn't want her to be deceived by the sweet-talking men outside.

It's just that he waited outside for more than half an hour and didn't see Cheng Zhiwei.

With a sullen face, he asked Secretary Zhang, "Where is she?"

Two minutes later, Secretary Zhang said: "Young Madam went to the airport."

"Airport?"

Zhou Lin's heart sank. What was she doing at the airport?

Secretary Zhang listened to the call and said again: "I said I was going to pick someone up."

When Zhou Lin arrived at the airport, Cheng Zhiwei was still standing there blankly, staring at the exit without blinking, for fear of missing the person he was waiting for.

But there were not many people left at the exit.

Cheng Zhiwei didn't wait for the person she was waiting for.

Zhou Lin stood behind her for a long time, and she didn't notice it, just waiting stubbornly.

Zhou Lin's face became worse and worse. It was the first time that he took the initiative to accompany a woman to a concert, but she broke the appointment without even saying hello. Now she treats him as nothing.

Secretary Zhang clearly noticed that the breath of the man next to him was getting colder and colder, so he wanted to remind Cheng Zhiwei, but Zhou Lin walked up to Cheng Zhiwei first, completely blocking her sight, "Cheng Zhiwei, what are you doing here?"

Cheng Zhi raised his eyes lightly, his voice was full of joy, and his eyebrows were even curved with a smile, "I'm waiting for someone."

"Who are you waiting for?" Zhou Lin briefly glanced at the few people who were talking, but couldn't tell who looked like the person she was waiting for.

Cheng Zhiwei tucked her long hair behind her ears, with a bit of shyness on her face, but her tone and gesture were still generous, "I'm waiting for Ah Lin."

Zhou Lin's stern expression was stunned for a moment. He thought he heard wrongly, frowned and asked again, "Who did you say you were waiting for?"

"Wait for Ah Lin." Cheng Zhiwei stood aside and continued to look at the exit expectantly, with disgust in his mouth, "Don't block me here, otherwise Ah Lin won't be able to see me."

Zhou Lin's pupils tightened and his face became extremely dark. She said she was waiting for Zhou Lin?

But he was clearly here, and Lin Yu made up an excuse while abroad. Why did Cheng Zhiwei suddenly come to the airport to pick someone up, and what he picked up was...

He tilted his head and told Secretary Zhang to check.

A few minutes later, Secretary Zhang came back and said, "Nothing, but I asked the airport staff and the young lady has been standing here for almost an hour."

It's been an hour?

Is she still waiting here?

Zhou Lin's gloomy voice sounded: "He told you to wait for him here?"

"Yes." Cheng Zhiwei was very happy today. Seeing that Zhou Lin also liked it, she picked up her phone and showed it to Zhou Lin, "Look, the message he sent me."

"News?" Zhou Lin's voice deepened.

Wait... He suddenly grabbed Cheng Zhiwei's wrist and locked his eyes firmly on the penguin head.

That avatar was so familiar that when he saw it now, he still remembered those days and nights with him.

How could she log into this account on her mobile phone?

Cheng Zhiwei didn't expect that Zhou Lin would snatch her phone away again, and stamped her feet angrily, "Give me your phone back, why are you like this, robbing other people's things, this is mine."

Zhou Lin squeezed the phone tightly, put one hand firmly around Cheng Zhiwei's waist, and pulled her into him, with a chill between his teeth, "Why do you have this number?"

Cheng Zhiwei couldn't reach the phone, his breath became heavy, and he glared at him angrily, "Give me your phone."

"Cheng Zhiwei." Zhou Lin suddenly increased his volume and stared at Cheng Zhiwei with evil eyes, "Why do you have this number? Answer my question."

Cheng Zhiwei was startled by his outburst of anger and resisted in fear, "It's mine."

"Yours?" Zhou Lin was stunned, how could it be hers?

That clearly belongs to Xu Zhenzhen.

Just as he was stunned, Cheng Zhiwei had already taken the opportunity to break away, snatched his cell phone back, stepped back two meters away, and stared at Zhou Lin warily.

Zhou Lin's throat moved and his voice became hoarse, "Cheng Zhiwei, come here."

Cheng Zhiwei shook his head, put the phone into the pocket of his coat, pinched the pocket with his hand, and shook his head warily.

Zhou Lin no longer mentioned the cell phone, but his tone was gritted, as if he was holding back something, "You've been waiting here for an hour and he hasn't shown up, why don't you ask?"

Cheng Zhiwei was stunned for a moment, yes, why hasn't he come out yet?

She frowned anxiously and worriedly, her eyes frequently looking towards the exit, but she couldn't see anything there.

She grabbed her pockets and turned pale. Could something have happened?

Zhou Lin had quietly walked to her side and whispered: "Do you want to send a message to ask?"

"Oh, okay." Cheng Zhiwei took out his mobile phone, boarded the trumpet, and sent a message.

Zhou Lin saw clearly again that there were only words she sent out in the entire dialog box, and there was no response.

Most of the time I send messages in the middle of the night.

Thinking that she had not woken up during breakfast in the past few days, Zhou Lin understood. He leaned close to her ear and whispered again: "He said he asked you to pick him up at this time?"

"Yes." Cheng Zhiwei craned his neck to look inside and stamped his feet anxiously.

Zhou Lin asked seriously: "But the class over there won't be available after six o'clock."

Cheng Zhiwei's lips were half-opened, his eyes were confused, and he looked at the exit and then at Zhou Lin, as if he didn't understand the meaning of his words.

"Cheng Zhiwei, did you forget that you are going to the concert with me today?" Zhou Lin said with a calm heart and a gentle and patient tone, "I'm here to pick you up."

"concert?"

It seems like this is happening?

She immediately apologized apologetically: "I'm sorry, I forgot."

Zhou Lin almost whispered: "Look at your phone. Did he really send you a message?"

Cheng Zhiwei looked at the phone screen subconsciously, and his expression suddenly froze. It was obviously a chat between two people, but for some reason, there were only messages sent by her in the entire chat box.

There has been... no one... responded...