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

Cheng Zhiwei coughed and shrank into the quilt.

She was still very weak and had a headache from the wind.

The man who came to deliver chicken soup was very angry. The door of the master bedroom was pushed so hard that it bounced against the wall, making a "bang" sound.

Accompanied by a cold tone, "Sister-in-law Wang made chicken soup for you."

Cheng Zhi slightly tilted his head to look at him. His white shirt and black suit pants perfectly presented his figure. His sleeves were rolled up on his forearms. His skin was very white. Moving up, his jaw was tight and his thin lips were ruthless. .

Even if she was treated ruthlessly by Zhou Lin, Cheng Zhiwei had to admit with her own conscience that Zhou Lin was very good-looking, and now that he had a successful career, he looked even more mature and charming.

This is Zhou Lin, the Zhou Lin who she has had a crush on since childhood but has never liked her.

While she was lost in thought, Zhou Lin became impatient and said, "Get up."

After drinking the soup, he went down to work for his mother.

Cheng Zhiwei had no appetite, couldn't drink, and didn't want to quarrel with him, so he weakly whispered: "Put it there, I'll drink it later."

I thought it was time for Zhou Lin to leave, but it turned out to be the opposite. Not only did Zhou Lin not leave, but he sneered sarcastically, "Cheng Zhiwei, don't you think your methods are too weak?"

Cheng Zhiwei opened his eyes, which were as clear as water, slightly moist and distant, "I have no appetite now and don't want to drink. You can go."

He didn't know which of her words or indifferent look irritated Zhou Lin. He suddenly reached out and lifted Cheng Zhiwei's quilt, "Stop pretending..."

The rest of the words came to an abrupt end, and now that Zhou Lin took a step back, something strange flashed across his eyes.

Under the blue quilt, Cheng Zhiwei was wearing nothing. Her fair, round and slender waist formed a beautiful scene. Unfortunately, there were many scars on this beautiful scene.

Silence and depression swept over him instantly.

Cheng Zhiwei's temples jumped suddenly, and then exploded. She quickly sat up from the bed, pulled the quilt to cover her body, and said in a cold tone, "Zhou Lin, do you have to humiliate me?"

Zhou Lin loosened his clenched fists. He didn't expect that Cheng Zhiwei was not wearing any clothes. After a brief moment of surprise, he quickly realized what was happening. He raised the corners of his mouth and said in a contemptuous tone, "Who told you not to wear clothes?"

Cheng Zhiwei's body tensed up and his tone was indifferent, "I have wounds all over my body and I just applied medicine."

Besides, she didn't expect that he would lift the quilt without saying a word.

Zhou Lin said those words as if she was not wearing clothes on purpose. In the final analysis, he didn't take her to heart.

The air feels awkward no matter what.

Zhou Lin said with a cold face, "Cheng Zhiwei, you know how your injury came about. Stop being so pretentious here."

Cheng Zhiwei hugged the quilt tightly, half of his face fell into the light and shadow, and his tone was sarcastic, "Are you going to say that it has nothing to do with you?"

If she hadn't been looking for him, she wouldn't have gone out in the heavy rain, she wouldn't have been in a car accident, and naturally, she wouldn't have been injured.

But it fell into Zhou Lin's ears that Cheng Zhiwei insisted on blaming her injuries on his domestic violence, and her anger level was full in no time.

"Would you like to drink?"

He slammed the door and left.

The corners of Cheng Zhiwei's eyes turned red, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and finally tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

She fell asleep in tears because of the pain and physical weakness.

I don't know how long it took, but the smell of food came. Cheng Zhiwei opened his eyes and saw Wang Mei.

Wang Mei was about to take away the cold chicken soup and put a thermos bucket on the bedside.

Seeing that Cheng Zhiwei was awake, he quickly smiled and said, "Young lady is awake, do you feel better?"

Cheng Zhiwei sat up and said, "What are you pretending to be? It smells so good."

Wang Mei opened the thermos bucket, "It's chicken soup. I think the young lady will be able to drink hot chicken soup when she wakes up. Her stomach will be comfortable and her body will not hurt."

"Thank you, Mrs. Wang." Cheng Zhiwei couldn't eat before, but after taking a nap, her body felt much better, her appetite increased, and she quickly drank all the chicken soup.

Wang Mei said happily: "Young madam, eat more to get better quickly."

Outside, Zhou Lin listened to the conversation inside, but his heart felt a little sour unconsciously. He kindly gave her chicken soup, but she refused to drink it, and she was still talking about losing her appetite. The chicken soup sent by Aunt Wang was actually drinkable now. .

Play hard to get.

Every second he stayed here, every word Cheng Zhiwei said felt full of scheming and disgusting.

Zhou Lin turned around and went to the study. Looking at the documents on the table, memories of Cheng Zhiwei emerged in his mind.

Because of the relationship between the two fathers, the two families often had contacts. At that time, Cheng Zhiwei was a soft and waxy little girl, innocent and ignorant, sitting on the sofa obediently eating snacks, her cheeks bulging like a little hamster. Later, He had his own circle of friends, and Cheng Zhiwei was someone he couldn't play with, so the relationship gradually became estranged.

If that incident hadn't happened, maybe they would have been just acquaintances throughout their lives.

Thinking of that incident, the once beautiful memories fell apart and there was not much left.

He turned around and spread out the documents again, and started to deal with things. There was really no need to waste time on a woman who had a deep heart.

About an hour later, he received a call from his assistant Zhang Chengjin, "Mr. Zhou, the young lady's injury has been cured."

Zhou Lin leaned back on the sofa, rubbed his eyebrows, and said, "Say."

"There was a car accident on the North-South Bridge a few days ago. The young lady was also there at the time."

Zhou Lin's pupils trembled, "A series of car accidents on the North-South Bridge?"

Of course he knew. After all, the car accident was very tragic and the news media reported a lot. Cheng Zhiwei was actually involved in the car accident...

She had a close brush with death.

Zhou Lin's face looked a little ugly under the light, and he felt a little depressed. She didn't say a word about such a big thing as a car accident...

Zhang Chengjin continued, "The young lady is really lucky. The driver of the taxi she took was dead."

Zhou Lin's expression moved imperceptibly, "I know."

After hanging up the phone, he lit a cigarette irritably. The blue smoke curled under the light, blurring his expression.

Then she sneered again, no wonder she hurt her face so unscrupulously and fearlessly. It turned out that the injury was real and she took advantage of it.

At the critical moment of life and death, she could still think of arranging for him to domestically assault her.

Ha ha.

His disgust for Cheng Zhiwei reached its peak in an instant.

The cute little girl in my memory who was eating snacks suddenly became ulterior. It seemed that she acted obediently just to gain the love of adults.

Anger is depressing.

Cheng Zhiwei drank chicken soup, took a bath with Wang Mei's help, applied medicine, glanced at the new unopened skin care products on the dressing table, closed his eyes, and fell asleep again.

But now her sleepiness was almost gone.