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

All the expressions on Huang Ye's face were frozen, which was very funny, "How did you know?"

Cheng Zhiwei stood up and sneered coldly, "Huang Ye, if you do something wrong, you will always leave traces. I just don't know how Xu Zhenzhen should help you this time, or just give up on you."

"I said it has nothing to do with her." Huang Ye gritted his teeth and refused to admit it.

Cheng Zhiwei was too lazy to talk anymore. When the police arrived, he handed him over to the police. The attempted intentional homicide was enough for him to be reformed in there.

It was already one o'clock in the morning when I finished writing the transcript at the police station.

He Ye was originally going to come, but because he is quite famous now, being bumped into at the police station would really have a bad impact, so Cheng Zhiwei went alone.

She didn't care.

As soon as he went out, he saw Secretary Zhang waiting at the door and said respectfully in a low voice: "Young Madam."

Cheng Zhiwei frowned, "He and I have divorced."

Secretary Zhang accompanied me cautiously, but his tone was a little anxious: "If you are free, please go see Mr. Zhou."

"I'm not free." Cheng Zhiwei refused directly.

Why should she go see him? Wouldn't she be happy for herself?

Secretary Zhang hesitated to speak, feeling very embarrassed, "But if you don't go, we will have to collect his body tomorrow."

This is serious.

But she couldn't win Cheng Zhiwei's heart, so she sneered: "Then collect his body."

"After all, Mr. Zhou was injured because of you." Secretary Zhang had to present the facts, "If it weren't for Mr. Zhou, I'm afraid you would be lying in the hospital right now."

It was light to say that she was lying in the hospital, but with Huang Ye's strength, she would have died there on the spot.

For a moment, Cheng Zhiwei couldn't say anything harsh.

Rubbing her eyebrows, she could only ask patiently: "Where is he?"

Secretary Zhang immediately said: "In the Brilliant Heavenly City."

Their former wedding room.

During the divorce, Zhou Lin gave this villa to Cheng Zhiwei, so the villa nominally belonged to Cheng Zhiwei.

But she never came again.

"I understand. By the way, please notify Zhang Yuanheng and ask him to come over." Cheng Zhiwei must make preparations as he makes arrangements.

If Zhou Lin still refuses to go to the hospital, ask Zhang Yuanheng to give him a sedative.

"Okay, okay, I'll go right away." Secretary Zhang cried with joy, it was so good.

He arranged for someone to drive Cheng Zhiwei to Bright Tiancheng and went to pick up Zhang Yuanheng himself.

When standing at the gate, Cheng Zhiwei knocked on the door politely.

No one responded for a long time.

She could only open the door according to the password in her memory.

The last number was entered and the door clicked open.

It has been six years and the password has not changed a single digit.

The room was dark.

Slowly, through the light cast by the street lamp, some outlines can be vaguely seen.

She pressed the light switch, but there was no response in the room. She didn't know whether it was because the power was out or something.

She could only bravely walk in front of her eyes and call out cautiously. "Zhou Lin."

A bottle was kicked at his feet with a "clang" sound.

The sound echoed in the empty living room, which was very scary.

Cheng Zhiwei's courage ran out and he was about to leave when he was suddenly hugged from behind and pulled into his arms.

The smell of alcohol came over me.

The hoarse voice pressed against the ear, "Zhiwei."

It's Zhou Lin.

He drank.

The smell of wine and blood mixed together, making Cheng Zhiwei's scalp tingle.

He was injured and still drank?

Cheng Zhiwei's temper suddenly rose, and his voice was serious, "Zhou Lin, you are injured and you are still drinking. Do you want to kill you?"

What exactly is he trying to do?

Zhou Lin couldn't hear the impatience in her tone, and he hugged her back tightly, his arms wrapped around her waist like iron pincers.

In a pleasant tone: "You come here to prove that you still have feelings for me, right? Zhiwei, I'm so happy."

Cheng Zhiwei rolled his eyes and broke away fiercely, "Zhou Lin, if you want to die, don't drag others with you. If you are injured and drink alcohol and refuse to go to the hospital, you are asking for your own death."

She was not angry, and she would not comfort Zhou Lin in a low voice.

She couldn't stop it.

"Don't say such things, Zhiwei." Zhou Lin put his chin on Cheng Zhiwei's shoulder, hanging on her like a bear, "That's a misunderstanding. Give me time and I can solve it."

Cheng Zhiwei's nose was sore. If he had known earlier that it was all a misunderstanding, she wouldn't have suffered so much.

But it was the beginning, and there is no regret medicine in this world.

She pinched her palms to keep herself calm enough, "Since you are safe, I will call and ask where Secretary Zhang is. He will take care of you."

Before he could finish the next words, his chin was grabbed, and his neck was forced back to bear his fierce and urgent kiss.

Zhou Lin was drunk with alcohol and had injuries on his body. Under the dual stimulation, the pain did not make him weak, but instead aroused endless violence factors.

He simply pressed Cheng Zhiwei on the sofa, held her face, and kissed her intently, calling her name affectionately while kissing her.

"Zhiwei."

"Zhiwei..."

Cheng Zhiwei struggled in vain, and his regret and anger eventually turned into tears.

Zhou Lin was injured and drank wine, but his strength was a bit stronger than usual. Cheng Zhiwei's lips and tongue were numb.

Zhou Lin stopped until his tongue tasted salty taste.

"Zhou Lin." Cheng Zhiwei gritted his teeth, tears falling on his long hair, "Don't let me look down on you."

Zhou Lin's movements paused. In the darkness, Cheng Zhiwei could feel his scorching gaze, like a dormant beast. The silence at this time represented a more ferocious attack.

Fortunately, he slowly let go.

Cheng Zhiwei got free and pushed him out almost immediately.

Zhou Lin's body fell heavily to the ground, making a heavy groan and the sound of a glass bottle breaking.

Cheng Zhiwei's expression changed, "Zhou Lin?"

What answered her was the suddenly bright light.

Cheng Zhiwei subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes.

Snow-white light enveloped the entire living room, making everything clearly visible.

Cheng Zhiwei's hair was as messy as his clothes, and his crimson lips were extremely wet, while Zhou Lin was lying on the ground, in a certain position that it was difficult not to notice.

"Ahem, sorry for bothering you." Secretary Zhang apologized happily.

The two of them reconciled, which meant that his hard days were coming to an end.

Are you finally... liberated?

Zhang Yuanheng looked complicated and glanced at Cheng Zhiwei, "Look, do you want us to come back later?"

Cheng Zhiwei got up from the sofa. She stood nearby, looked at Zhou Lin condescendingly, and said coldly: "Since you are here, I'll leave it to you."

She turned and walked out.

"Miss Cheng." Secretary Zhang hurriedly caught up and said bitterly, "A good person will do his best. Can you accompany me to the hospital?"

"Secretary Zhang, what is my relationship with him? Do I want to send him to the hospital?" Cheng Zhiwei's chest filled with anger. "I have done my best to come here."

Zhou Lin did it all by himself!