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

Cheng Zhiwei couldn't do what Zhou Lin asked for, but she couldn't give him the two children even more.

Maybe men are born to be so despicable, using children to trap women.

Her eyes were red. Three years later, she once again experienced the feeling of humiliation and powerlessness from him.

"Zhou Lin, I didn't give you the child as promised back then, but now that you have a child, do you have to separate us cruelly?" Cheng Zhiwei's voice was filled with patience and a little choked with sobs.

"Zhiwei, you know I'm not doing it for the children, I'm doing it for you." Zhou Lin held her shoulders hard. He just wanted to keep her from the beginning to the end.

But she didn't give him a chance.

He can only do this.

Cheng Zhiwei felt extremely ironic. He was not doing it for her, but for himself.

"Do I promise you that you will guarantee that you will never disturb my life and my child's life in the future?" Cheng Zhiwei looked at him steadily, his eyes full of disgust and desperation.

"Yes."

"Okay, I promise you."

Zhou Lin's heart hurt. He actually thought she would not agree. After all, she hated him so much, so how could she agree to such an unreasonable request.

He thought he had a legitimate reason to approach her.

But she just couldn't wait to draw a clear line with him.

Zhou Lin didn't feel happy, but felt even more uncomfortable.

Cheng Zhiwei took out his phone, called up the recording, and handed it to Zhou Lin, "Say what you just said again."

She doesn't trust him.

At first he said he wanted to eat, but now he wanted to spend the whole night with him. She was afraid that he would regret it later and make more extreme demands.

Zhou Lin's throat rolled. His temper had gotten much better in the past few years. He had restrained his emotions and stared at her face tightly.

"You stay with me all night today, and I will never disturb you and your child's life again."

Cheng Zhiwei put away the phone, "Then please remember what you said."

Putting her phone into her bag, she asked, "Where are you going?"

There is a kind of attitude that since he agreed, he will break the pot and throw it away.

Zhou Lin took her finger and held it firmly in his palm.

Cheng Zhiwei naturally refused and scolded him in a low voice: "Let go."

Zhou Lin's grip tightened, and his voice was low and ambiguous, "You won't even let me hold your hand. How are you going to accept me later?"

"After all, we haven't been together for three years. I don't think you can be honest with me all of a sudden."

"Shut up." Cheng Zhiwei's cheeks turned red. She didn't know whether she was angry or stimulated by his shameless remarks.

Zhou Lin laughed, and his tone finally became pleasant.

He placed Cheng Zhiwei in the passenger seat, buckled the seat belt, and drove away.

Cheng Zhiwei thought he would find a nearby hotel, but he didn't expect that he drove for more than half an hour, and the scenery outside the car became more and more familiar.

Until the familiar villa appeared in front of me.

Cheng Zhiwei clenched his fingers, but his expression remained calm, "Just find a hotel."

"I'm not that casual." Zhou Lin unlocked the car. "The password hasn't changed. You go in first and I'll park the car."

Cheng Zhiwei got out of the car and stood in front of the gate. Familiar numbers appeared in her mind. She hesitated for several seconds before pressing out the familiar numbers one by one.

"Ding."

The door is open.

Walking inside, a familiar feeling hit me.

Three years have passed, and the living room is still the same as when she left it.

His eyes suddenly became astringent, and Cheng Zhiwei lowered his eyes.

It wasn't until the jingle of the key when she put it down that Cheng Zhiwei was awakened. She put all her emotions away in an instant and turned to see Zhou Lin.

"I'm going to take a shower." She lifted her feet and started to go upstairs.

With her wrists clasped, Zhou Lin hugged her gently and said hoarsely, "Okay, let's take a shower and come down to eat."

Have a meal?

Cheng Zhiwei was a little irritable. She didn't like this feeling.

Since he wanted it, she would give it to him.

A quick victory, and we will never see each other until death.

"What do you want?" she asked him.

Her resistance was so obvious.

Zhou Lin raised his hand and touched her cheek, and said with a low smile: "Well, let's eat first. I'm afraid you'll be hungry. After all, we still have a long time. If you stop midway because of hunger, you'll be in a bad mood."

He said it deliberately ambiguously, but his heart was extremely painful.

Cheng Zhiwei was too lazy to pay attention to him and turned to go upstairs to take a shower.

After standing in front of the closet for a while, she finally convinced herself that she was already standing here, so there was nothing to be pretentious about.

Opening the closet door and looking at the clothes inside, she was stunned again.

The clothes inside were all hers from three years ago.

It was washed properly and still smells faintly fragrant.

There are a few new ones next to them, the tags are still there, and they are also in her size.

Looking at all this, Cheng Zhiwei didn't find it heartwarming, but felt it was ironic.

Doesn't he think she can forgive him for this little thought?

Then she, Cheng Zhiwei, is too useless.

She casually grabbed a nightgown and a nightgown and went to take a shower.

As for the fact that there was her usual shower gel in the bathroom, it didn't make her mood fluctuate at all.

Cheng Zhiwei spent a long time taking a bath, and Zhou Lin knocked on the bathroom door, "Are you okay?"

Cheng Zhiwei closed his eyes, "I'll be fine soon."

"Ah."

The footsteps fade away.

Cheng Zhiwei turned off the shower. She actually wanted to delay it. After all, she came reluctantly. She could stay in bed for as little time as possible.

After taking a shower and going downstairs, a large table of dishes was already placed on the dining table.

Zhou Lin poured the red wine, looked at her with raised eyebrows, and said in a gentle voice, "It's all Wang Mei's craftsmanship."

He ordered the meal from Wang Meijia Restaurant.

Cheng Zhiwei randomly found a seat and sat down, lightly pulling her lips, "It's a waste of money."

Zhou Lin sat down opposite her, with a smile on his face and an expression that became warmer and warmer, as if the two were a loving couple.

Cheng Zhiwei ate slowly, Zhou Lin occasionally brought her food, but Cheng Zhiwei didn't move.

"Not to your liking?" Zhou Lin asked casually.

He could see her reluctance, and there was still a hint of nervousness in her reluctance.

"I'm not hungry." Cheng Zhiwei put down his chopsticks, took the wine glass and drank the red wine in one gulp, with a cold smile on his lips, "Why don't we start now?"

She couldn't stand his treatment like boiling a frog in warm water.

It's just a transaction, so why bother with it?

People who don't know think they have a deep affection for each other.

Zhou Lin's smile faded a little, which was what he wanted, but Cheng Zhiwei's reluctance and quick-fight attitude made him feel less good.

He got up quickly and walked to the opposite side.

When he put his palm on Cheng Zhiwei's shoulder, he didn't miss her suddenly clenched fingers and her suddenly tense body.

That's just talking, but in fact he is very cowardly.