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

Lin Yu was still worried about whether the two of them would quarrel when they went out, but when they came back, they found that they were holding hands. There was still a trace of blush on Cheng Zhiwei's cheeks, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"you……"

"We'll go back first."

Zhou Lin took the car keys and held Cheng Zhiwei's other hand without letting go at all.

Lin Yu was stunned for a moment, "Didn't you say you live here?"

Zhou Lin explained, "Zhiwei wants to go back."

Lin Yu wished they had a good relationship as a couple, so she didn't say anything. She just sent it out in person and told Zhou Lin to take good care of Cheng Zhiwei.

On the way back, Cheng Zhiwei couldn't help but ask Zhou Lin, "Is it because of me that you and Xu Zhenzhen didn't get together?"

Zhou Lin turned his head and glanced at her, and said calmly: "No, we have broken up."

At the graduation party that day, he actually planned to break up with Xu Zhenzhen the next day. After all, they were from two different worlds. After getting along with Xu Zhenzhen, he clearly knew that there was a big gap between him and her, and they couldn't leave. Come together.

However, he didn't expect that something would happen in the hotel first, and then Xu Zhenzhen would have a car accident.

Cheng Zhiwei said nothing more.

When he woke up from bed the next day, there was still no sign of Zhou Lin around him. Cheng Zhiwei stared blankly at the ceiling for a while, then took out his cell phone.

After hesitating for a moment, he also searched for news about Bai Zhuzhu's car accident in the news. However, the content found was very limited. I guess the public relations of Zhou Group handled everything extremely well.

She had been depressed all day, and her newly restored energy seemed to be gone. Zhou Lin wanted to take her to some cocktail parties, hoping that she could make some friends to pass the time.

Cheng Zhiwei knew about his good intentions, but she really didn't have the energy to deal with interpersonal interactions, so she kept refusing.

Until the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month, on this day every year, the entire Chongqing City Chamber of Commerce would invite everyone in the circle to have a cocktail party on the cruise ship. It was so lively that Zhou Lin took Cheng Zhiwei there almost semi-forcedly.

Cheng Zhiwei was a little lazy, so while Zhou Lin was dealing with those people, he took the wine glass and went to the deck to enjoy the breeze.

Zhou Lin came over quickly, held her cold hand, held her in his arms, and said against her ear: "Isn't it cold?"

Cheng Zhiwei was helpless: "Why did you come out?"

Zhou Lin rubbed her hair and said, "I'm worried about you being outside alone. It's too windy and cold. I'll take you to your room."

"Okay." Cheng Zhiwei originally planned to go back, but the wind was indeed a bit cold.

Zhou Lin sent Cheng Zhiwei to the room and was called out again.

Cheng Zhiwei changed her clothes and lay under the quilt. She was not sleepy at all in a strange place. When she was drowsy, her phone suddenly rang, and Zhou Lin's suppressed voice came, "Zhiwei, open the door."

Cheng Zhiwei quickly opened the door.

As soon as the door opened a crack, she was pressed behind the door by a thick chest, and her lips and tongue no longer belonged to her.

Amid her rapid breathing, she vaguely heard the furious voice of the woman outside.

"Go and find it for me. He must not take advantage of other women after taking medicine."

Different voices reminded: "Could you have gone back to the room?"

"Which is his room? Ask someone to bring the key."

"But I heard that he brought his wife here. If he returns to the room..."

"He must be sick. Who would bring his wife here?"

The wealthy businessmen at the reception either brought their lovers who were living outside, or they just fell in love here and went to bed. Who would bring the yellow-faced woman at home?

Cheng Zhiwei roughly knew what was going on. She raised her neck, her eyes misty, and struggled to hold down Zhou Lin's hand that had already been put into her clothes, "Zhou Lin, wait."

Zhou Lin was silent for a few seconds, then bit down deeply again, his hoarse voice unclear, "Zhiwei, I'm sorry."

He couldn't wait.

The door was locked with a click.

Cheng Zhiwei was pressed into the soft quilt, his thin lips kissed down her chin, and then came back to kiss her lips. This went back and forth several times. From the impatience at the beginning to the gentleness later, he had obviously endured it to the end. His head was sweating profusely, but his movements became more gentle.

Cheng Zhiwei no longer had the strength to struggle.

When she opened her eyes again, Cheng Zhiwei felt that there was still white light in front of her eyes. Recalling yesterday's scene, her cheeks burned and she buried her into the pillow.

As soon as I sat up and put on my hearing aid, a woman's cry could be heard faintly outside the door: "I was just confused for a moment, please forgive me this time, Mr. Zhou."

Followed by a strange man's voice, "Mr. Zhou, my sister has admired you for a long time. She doesn't want any status, she just wants to spend a good night with you. As long as you have more, please spare her this time."

Zhou Lin's contemptuous laughter came, "Okay, I'll let her go and dismantle your company, okay?"

The man suddenly changed his tone, "Mr. Zhou, Mr. Zhou, please listen to my explanation..."

Cheng Zhiwei sighed, took off her hearing aid, and retracted into the quilt. Within a few minutes, she fell asleep again.

Until it suddenly became difficult to breathe, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a handsome face with a smile on his face.

There was a gentle nibbling on the lips, and the strong arms around her waist pressed her hard into his arms.

Breathing is getting heavier.

Cheng Zhiwei raised his hand and pushed it away indiscriminately, his voice was hoarse, and he softly called his name, "Zhou Lin."

"Yes." Zhou Lin responded in a low voice, clasping her hands, all his warm breaths fell, but his eyebrows were raised high, "I'm tired of you."

Cheng Zhiwei finally caught his finger when he was making trouble and had to let go. She looked at him with moist eyes and said pitifully: "I'm hungry."

Zhou Lin hesitated for a few seconds between continuing and letting her go temporarily, but chose the latter, but he still had an appetizer before letting her go.

Cheng Zhiwei took a few mouthfuls of the porridge brought by the waiter, and then threw away the spoon out of interest. Her appetite had been whetted by Wang Mei's cooking. The taste was too bland and she couldn't eat it.

Zhou Lin called back and saw that there was still more than half a bowl of porridge left on the table, so he coaxed her to eat a few more bites, and waited for the waiter to come and change the sheets and quilts before letting her rest.

"Sleep more during the day, there will be a dance party at night." Zhou Lin warned her, and waited until she fell asleep peacefully before leaving with her cell phone.

Cheng Zhiwei pursed his lips, and the shadows in his heart had finally dissipated a lot.

If the relationship between their husband and wife has always been so good, then she is willing to stay with him.

But my thoughts were wandering around, and I thought of Xu Zhenzhen, the smell of perfume on Zhou Lin's body that day, and that Xu Zhenzhen had what I had been pursuing so hard, and I felt a little uncomfortable.

With such miscellaneous thoughts, he fell asleep again.

When she woke up again, she was surrounded by Zhou Lin's peaceful sleeping face, her back pressed tightly against his generous chest, like the most loving couple in the world.