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

Xu Zhenzhen has been observing Cheng Zhiwei's face through the rearview mirror. Logically speaking, Cheng Zhiwei should have lost his temper when he saw her appearance. Even if he didn't lose his temper, his face should not be as calm as now, even in While in the box, he agreed to take her home.

She couldn't help but look at Zhou Lin. His cold profile was sharp and cold.

She couldn't help but hold her hand, suppressing all her emotions in her heart, and secretly warned herself to be patient.

Cheng Zhiwei could detect Xu Zhenzhen's gaze, but he didn't take it to heart and kept an indifferent expression.

That kind of indifference fell into Xu Zhenzhen's eyes, and it was a clear mockery. Xu Zhenzhen hated her to death, but with a smile on her face, she said when she got out of the car: "Thank you for sending me back."

She said and sighed, "Zhiwei, I thought you would never forgive me."

Just as Cheng Zhiwei was about to speak, the man in the passenger seat who was sleeping with his eyes closed slowly opened his eyes, his eyes dark and deep, looking straight at Xu Zhenzhen, but the words in his mouth were addressed to Cheng Zhiwei: "Let's go."

Cheng Zhiwei agreed and the car drove off.

Xu Zhenzhen stood in the cold wind and sneered. Zhou Lin was so heartless that he treated her as a stranger. And Cheng Zhiwei, Zhou Lin had done so many terrible things to her, but she could still forgive Zhou Lin.

Also cheap.

There weren't many words on the way back. Only when waiting for the light to turn green at the traffic light intersection, Zhou Lin said calmly: "Why do you want to send her off?"

Cheng Zhiwei glanced at the rearview mirror, placed his foot lightly on the clutch, and said casually: "Aren't you three best friends? And it's He Lanzhi who spoke. Do you want to disgrace him in front of so many people?"

The tiredness in Zhou Lin's eyes was very strong. He turned to look out the window and Cheng Zhiwei's side face reflected in the car, so calm and indifferent.

"Don't pay attention to them." He suppressed the gloomy look in his eyes.

"I know." Cheng Zhiwei agreed.

The car drove into the yard and turned off the engine. Cheng Zhiwei walked directly into the house without seeing Zhou Lin, who got out of the car first and was waiting for her at the door.

Zhou Lin followed in expressionlessly.

Cheng Zhiwei went to the kitchen, "Aunt Wang, what are you cooking for?"

Wang Mei served her a bowl of soup and said with a smile, "This soup is for you to nourish your body."

Cheng Zhiwei held the bowl and drank slowly, complaining with enjoyment: "I have gained a lot of weight around my waist. If you give me night supplements, I will definitely gain weight."

"It's better to gain some weight, but you're just too thin." Wang Mei said, thinking about how she had cooked soup for Cheng Zhiwei in various ways over the past three months. Cheng Zhiwei also cooperated very well, and every time I drank a lot, but I didn't gain a pound of flesh on my body.

Cheng Zhiwei finished his drink and wanted to add more, but Zhou Lin came in.

Wang Mei asked Zhou Lin if he wanted to drink. Zhou Lin took Cheng Zhiwei's bowl and handed it over. Wang Mei added some soup, and Zhou Lin drank a bowl and went out.

His movements are extremely skillful and he does not shy away from suspicion.

Of course, they are a couple and cannot avoid suspicion.

But seeing the bowl, Cheng Zhiwei was no longer in the mood to continue drinking. When Wang Mei asked her if she wanted to drink, she smiled and refused, "I'd better drink less, but I can't continue to gain weight."

"Then I'll keep the soup warm. It will be the best in the morning."

"it is good."

Cheng Zhiwei went upstairs to the master bedroom. Zhou Lin was changing clothes. Her graceful and smooth muscles could be seen on her bare back. She tilted her head and changed into home clothes.

As soon as she straightened up, her back was hugged into a strong chest. Zhou Lin rested his chin on her shoulder, breathing in her ear with a hint of alcohol, "Cook me a bowl of hangover soup?"

Cheng Zhiwei got out of his arms, her long hair rolled up casually, her black sweater slipped from her wrists, revealing a gentle fair skin, "Okay."

She agreed and went downstairs with ease.

Zhou Lin stood there, his eyebrows darkening.

Downstairs, Wang Mei was no longer there, only her warm soup was fragrant. Cheng Zhiwei handled the jujubes and sighed softly.

She didn't know when this life would end.

Because she has amnesia, it's not exactly amnesia, she just can't remember anything about her husband Zhou Lin.

When she woke up, this strange man said that he was Zhou Lin, that she had been in a car accident, and that they were husband and wife. She didn't believe it at first, but there were Aunt Lin and Uncle Zhou who she knew beside her.

They proved that what Zhou Lin said was true.

The Cheng family and the Zhou family had a good relationship. She and Zhou Lin had grown up together. It was not an exaggeration to say they were childhood sweethearts. It seemed natural for them to get married.

It's just that three months have passed, and Cheng Zhiwei still feels like a dream. She has tried very hard to remember Zhou Linlai, but her memory of him is blank.

She should be the closest person, but she feels very strange.

In three months of getting along, she didn't have any feelings for him, and even felt an instinctive resistance and disgust towards his approach.

If she hadn't seen the marriage certificate, she would have felt that she might have been deceived into getting married.

But that person is Zhou Lin, how could he do such a thing as cheating on marriage?

With her thoughts drifting away, Cheng Zhiwei didn't even notice when Zhou Lin came in. It wasn't until she was embraced by strong and strong arms around her waist and a familiar yet unfamiliar breath fell on her ears that she suddenly came back to her senses.

The water has boiled and has a slightly mushy smell.

Cheng Zhiwei hurriedly turned off the fire, looked at the bowl of black and mushy hangover soup, his forehead twitched, and he whispered: "I'll cook it for you again."

Zhou Lin's laughter was just behind his ears, with a little gentleness: "If I don't come, are you going to burn down the kitchen?"

Cheng Zhiwei lowered his head: "Sorry."

She was holding the bowl of hangover soup and was about to pour it away, but her wrist was pinched. Zhou Lin held her shoulders and turned her to face him, his jaw tightened, "What are you thinking about?"

"It's nothing." Cheng Zhi lowered his eyes slightly, his tone gentle, but always a little distant, "I'll make you another bowl, so you don't have a headache tomorrow morning."

"Zhiwei." Zhou Lin's tone was stronger, and he pinched her chin with his fingers, forcing her to look up at him.

But her eyes were filled with calmness and a bit of impatience. Zhou Lin was so frustrated that he simply kissed her in this position.

Cheng Zhiwei's eyes suddenly widened at the sudden touch on his lips, and then he slapped Zhou Lin on the face.

The slap was so clear that Cheng Zhiwei was stunned and didn't know why she hit him.

Kissing, isn't it the most normal behavior between husband and wife?

Zhou Lin touched his cheek with the back of his hand and said he was not too angry, but said in a pretending to be relaxed tone: "We are husband and wife, do you want to keep rejecting me?"

Cheng Zhiwei's eyes flashed with panic, and then he pulled his lips and said "I'm sorry."

He was right, they were husband and wife, and it was her obligation to fulfill their relationship.

However, she always couldn't accept it.