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

Seeing Cheng Zhiwei's delay in taking the medicine, Zhang Yuanheng thought that Cheng Zhiwei was blaming him for not telling him in advance, and explained: "Xiao Zhou always said that you like to sing, and your voice must be carefully treated, so it took a while to prepare the medicine. You do not be angry."

Cheng Zhiwei took the medicine bottle over blankly, his thoughts in his mind were very confused.

She didn't even know when Zhang Yuanheng left.

Until Lin Yu called, "I heard from Yuan Heng that A Lin has a fever of 39 degrees. This unlucky kid, Zhiwei, A Lin hasn't liked taking medicine since he was a child, and I'm not at home. I'm sorry to bother you." "

Cheng Zhiwei came to his senses and realized what he had promised.

He looked down at the medicine bottle in his hand. The smell of traditional Chinese medicine was very strong. Zhang Yuanheng obviously made the pills himself. He said this was specially ordered by Zhou Lin?

Cheng Zhiwei's mood was a little complicated.

Thinking of Lin Yu's earnest advice, Cheng Zhiwei went to Zhou Lin's ward again after hesitating again.

Zhou Lin was already up, wearing gray pajamas and leaning on the bedside, processing files on the computer. Occasionally, he put his fist against his lips and coughed, frowning slightly, as if he was dissatisfied with what he saw.

Cheng Zhiwei didn't want to do it again, so when he put the water glass on the table, he deliberately made a noise.

Zhou Lin glanced at her expressionlessly, but remained indifferent and continued to look at the computer.

Cheng Zhiwei said coldly, "Take medicine."

"I won't eat." Zhou Lin refused.

Cheng Zhiwei reached out and took away his computer and threw it away, "You have a fever."

"none of your business."

"I don't want to care. It's my mother who is worried about you. She called me several times and asked me to watch you take the medicine." Cheng Zhiwei was a little impatient. "We are all adults, can we not do it?"

Zhou Lin's brows twitched, what did she say? Did he do it?

Anger overcame him.

"My mother asked, just say I ate it and don't bother you to serve me." Zhou Lin said in a very bad tone.

"Whatever you want." Cheng Zhiwei rolled his eyes, turned around and walked out.

But as soon as he reached the door, there was a "boom" from behind.

She turned around and saw Zhou Lin falling to the ground, holding on to his arms, unable to get up.

If it were possible at this time, Cheng Zhiwei would like to roll his eyes a hundred times.

Gritting her teeth, she walked back, squatted on the ground and looked at Zhou Lin, "Can you stand up?"

Zhou Lin was very annoyed. It was really embarrassing to look so weak at this time, especially in front of Cheng Zhiwei.

But it was all her fault, she took his computer and threw it on the edge of the bed.

He just wanted to get the computer, but he became dizzy and fell down.

He became angry from embarrassment, and his face looked very ugly. He already had a high fever, but when he got angry again, countless stars flashed in front of his eyes, and his brain felt like a blur.

There was only Cheng Zhiwei's noisy voice in his ears.

"Zhou Lin, how are you?"

"Can you stand up?"

"You deserve it if you don't take medicine when I ask you to."

The chatter is endless.

But just because there was such a voice in his ears, it seemed that his nerves were relaxed.

He subconsciously tilted his head and leaned on Cheng Zhiwei's shoulder.

Cheng Zhiwei sighed resignedly and planned to recruit ten or eight servants in two days. We couldn't all take leave on the same day.

After all, serving a man you don't love is worse than serving a stranger.

The key is that you can't just turn a blind eye or ignore it.

Bring the water and medicine, put the medicine into Zhou Lin's mouth not very gently, and give him another sip of water.

Zhou Lin subconsciously wanted to vomit.

Cheng Zhiwei covered his mouth to prevent him from vomiting, "Zhou Lin, are you doing this on purpose? Do you like me? You don't want me to leave, so you deliberately don't take medicine to make me stay?"

"You fart." Zhou Lin opened his eyes wide, not knowing whether it was due to high fever or anger. The ends of his eyes were red and his eyes were moist.

The temperature in the palm of her hand was scorching, and Cheng Zhiwei wanted to take her hand back, but was afraid that he would spit out the medicine, so she held it tight.

The medicine was in his mouth, but Zhou Lin refused to swallow it. He kept going back and forth for a while, then the medicine dissolved. The bitter taste filled his entire mouth, and he almost fainted.

Young Master Zhou has never suffered like this in his life.

But Cheng Zhiwei didn't know where he got such strength, but he just wouldn't let go.

Zhou Lin was so miserable that he could no longer breathe. He gathered his last strength and finally pushed Cheng Zhiwei away. He picked up the water glass and took two sips, the bitter taste still lingering on the tip of his tongue.

He said angrily: "Cheng Zhiwei, do you want to torture me to death?"

Cheng Zhiwei tugged his lips and stood up, "If you had eaten obediently, this wouldn't have happened. Besides, how painful it would have been."

It's a completely dismissive and contemptuous attitude.

All sanity is lost.

Zhou Linteng stood up with red eyes, grabbed her wrist, pinched her chin and kissed her.

It's completely subconscious and natural behavior.

A very short and very deep kiss.

However, I wanted to let her taste the bitter taste, but somehow, the bitter taste was gone, but there was a hint of sweetness.

Cheng Zhiwei was stunned for a second, then pushed Zhou Lin away vigorously, with deep disgust in his eyes, and quickly left the room with a cold face.

Zhou Lin fell down on the bed with a bang, looking at the ceiling, his expression gradually darkened.

Cheng Zhiwei rushed all the way back to the master bedroom, wiped her mouth vigorously, and was so angry that she smashed the pillow several times, but the scorching temperature seemed to still stay on her lips, unable to go away.

Neuropathy.

She didn't care anymore.

The worst case scenario is to wait until he faints and call 120 to take him to the hospital.

Having made up his mind, Cheng Zhiwei simply stayed in the room and didn't go out.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Cheng Zhiwei knew it was Zhou Lin and didn't want to pay attention, but he kept knocking. Cheng Zhiwei was so annoyed that he ran over and opened the door, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Lin's fever was gone and his face was slightly pale. He must have taken a bath and felt quite refreshed. He looked at her deeply and said, "Eat."

Cheng Zhiwei immediately closed the door and said, "I won't eat."

Zhou Lin pushed the door open directly and looked at her with a frown, "Mom said Wang Mei asked for leave and asked me not to starve you to death."

Cheng Zhiwei doesn't know how to cook.

"I said I won't eat." Cheng Zhiwei said with a cold face. Wang Mei put so much food in the refrigerator. She could quickly cook it when she was hungry, and she could also order takeout. She didn't want to sit at the same table as Zhou Lin. Have a meal.

Zhou Lin rolled up his sleeves, his eyes slightly disdainful, and a little mocking, "If you don't eat, mom will find out about it and make trouble for me again. Cheng Zhiwei, do you want her to live in the house again and force me to sleep with you?" Sleeping together?"

Cheng Zhiwei thought about what happened last time and frowned unhappily, "If you don't say no, it will be fine."

He didn't notice at all that what he said now was exactly the same as Zhou Lin's words before.

Zhou Lin grabbed her wrist and dragged her out directly, "Weren't you very arrogant when you forced me to take medicine? Huh?"

He will remember this forever.