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

Cheng Zhiwei struggled like a cat with hairy fur, "You were sick, and I'm not hungry now."

His whole body exuded resistance to Zhou Lin.

Zhou Lin clearly felt it. Because of this, the strength in his hand did not loosen at all, and even tightened his grip, "It's just a meal, what are you being pretentious about?"

Cheng Zhiwei was dragged downstairs to eat.

What Zhou Lin called eating was actually ordering food to be delivered to his door.

When the doorbell rang, Zhou Lin was drinking water in the kitchen, and Cheng Zhiwei went to open the door.

Outside the door, it was not the person delivering the food, but Meng Qiancheng.

"Wei Wei." Meng Qiancheng smiled softly and raised the bag in his hand, "I passed by the school alley and brought you your favorite pancakes, which are still hot."

Cheng Zhiwei looked at him at this moment and thought of Zhang Yuanheng's words. He didn't know what to say for a moment and stood stunned at the door.

Meng Qiancheng noticed something strange about her, and the expression on his face became lighter, "What's wrong?"

"Jiang Rang, you guys are blocking the way." Zhou Lin's eyes were deep, he glanced at Meng Qiancheng, and then looked at the bag in his hand.

Obviously he didn't say anything, but that look made Meng Qiancheng feel contempt and disdain, as if he was holding something unworthy of publicity.

He tightened his grip on the bag, his knuckles turning white.

At this moment, a restaurant staff member wearing a white shirt and black vest walked in carrying two large food boxes and greeted Zhou Lin respectfully: "Mr. Zhou, this is the meal you ordered."

Meng Qiancheng lowered his head. On the red lacquered wood food box, the four gilded characters "Food World" were particularly dazzling.

Shiwei Tianxia is the best restaurant in Chongqing. It is called a restaurant because it retains the most antique style among the same hotels. Even the building has cornices and carved walls.

The minimum price for a table of food is four figures.

Compared with the pancakes that cost ten yuan, it's a huge difference.

"Come in." Zhou Lin walked in, took two steps, turned around and stopped, saying in a neutral tone, "Zhiwei, Dr. Meng specially took a detour to buy pancakes for you at the entrance of the school alley. He is sincere. Why not invite him to stay for lunch before leaving."

Cheng Zhi bit his lip imperceptibly, Zhou Lin always knew how to accurately crush a person's dignity.

Just as she was about to speak, Meng Qiancheng's gloomy face had returned to a smile, and his gold-rimmed glasses were filled with a slight coldness. "It's not necessary for dinner. I didn't buy this cake specifically for Weiwei. I just went to visit the teacher." , I happened to pass by, and I happened to remember Weiwei’s favorite food, so I bought one and delivered it. I didn’t know that Xiao Zhou was always at home, so I only bought one.”

He didn't say it deliberately, but he emphasized that it was just right.

The smell of gunpowder is choking.

Cheng Zhiwei was a little embarrassed. Although he still had many questions about his voice and wanted to ask Meng Qiancheng, compared with Zhou Lin, Cheng Zhiwei chose to side with Meng Qiancheng at this time.

She smiled and took the pancake, "Thank you, Brother Qiancheng."

The smile on Meng Qiancheng's lips deepened, "Then I'll leave first. It's time to go to the hospital for nebulization tomorrow. I'll pick you up in the morning."

Cheng Zhiwei agreed, "Okay."

She put Meng Qiancheng into the car, then turned and entered the house.

The smell of food hit her. Cheng Zhiwei carried the bag to the kitchen. As he passed by, he glanced at the food on the table. It was full of color, flavor and taste.

It seemed like the pancakes in my hands were greasy.

She stood in the kitchen and took a few bites. She couldn't eat anymore. The pancakes had to be freshly baked to taste. The ones Meng Qiancheng brought were already soft and a little cold. Her throat was already uncomfortable, and she felt a little uncomfortable at this time. Gotta panic.

Zhou Lin waited at the dining table for a while. Cheng Zhiwei didn't even come over, and then he said slowly, "Come here, let's talk."

Cheng Zhiwei carried the plate over. The golden pancakes were overshadowed by the exquisite dishes on the table.

Zhou Lin sneered contemptuously, with innate arrogance, "Eat, I'll treat you."

Cheng Zhiwei slowly took a bite of pancakes. No matter how delicious the dishes on the table were, the person sitting opposite her was someone she wanted to avoid, so she couldn't take a bite of the food.

A hint of cold self-mockery flashed through Zhou Lin's eyes.

He stopped caring about Cheng Zhiwei and started eating by himself.

Cheng Zhiwei had more than half of her pancakes left, and Zhou Lin had almost eaten them. She said calmly: "What are you talking about?"

Zhou Lin put down his chopsticks, filled a bowl of soup and placed it in front of Cheng Zhiwei, "It's about Zhuzhu."

Cheng Zhiwei looked at Zhou Lin with sarcasm on his face, and finally came. This time Bai Zhuzhu made the mistake first and was suppressed by Lin Yu. Zhou Lin had no reason to excuse her and would definitely come to find her as the client.

She has been waiting.

"What do you want?" Zhou Lin's slender fingers tapped on the table, complementing the white porcelain bowl, showing the pampering of a noble young master.

Cheng Zhiwei raised the corner of his mouth and uttered two words, "Divorce."

Zhou Lin pursed his lips, and his eyes burst into darkness, as if a dark storm was brewing, "Except for divorce."

"Then we don't have to talk." Cheng Zhiwei leaned on the back of his chair with a dull look.

Her only request now is divorce, but Zhou Lin refuses.

She didn't know what the meaning of a mutually tortured marriage was. Of course, for Zhou Lin, this was a good opportunity to torture her.

After all, this was what she wanted most.

"Cheng Zhiwei, I say, except for divorce, you can raise any other conditions." Zhou Lin made it clear, "Jewelry, or the best resources, or publicizing our relationship, as long as you want."

He can give it all.

Such conditions are very tempting. If Cheng Zhiwei is like a lion, he can even ask for it to ensure that he can spend a lot of money for the rest of his life, or he can become the top singer at the top of the pyramid.

Cheng Zhiwei looked down at the pancakes in front of him, the mockery in his eyes deepened, this was Zhou Lin, always arrogant.

But she had loved him and hated him, and now she just wanted to leave him.

"If we get divorced, I will convince my mother to give up on holding Bai Zhuzhu accountable." Cheng Zhiwei stood up and repeated her conditions calmly.

"I told you, except divorce."

The atmosphere was deadlocked.

Cheng Zhiwei glanced at the food on the table and suddenly laughed softly, "You have people bring so much food, and it's all my taste. Are you feeling guilty about me, or do you think you can please me with this meal?" Do you want me to forgive Bai Zhuzhu?"

All her forbearance came out because he was still protecting Bai Zhuzhu.

"Zhou Lin, you are so disgusting."

The sinister look in Zhou Lin's eyes was as black as ink and colder than ice. He slowly stood up and looked at Cheng Zhiwei condescendingly, "Do you think I am doing these things to please you?"

He specially sent someone to bring soup to soothe his throat. She turned a blind eye, but she was passionate about the greasy and cold pancakes.

The hostility spreads layer by layer.