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

Meng Qiancheng's voice was still in my ears, "I thought it was my negligence at first, but after thinking about it, I think there is something fishy about it."

Yes, strange.

But if you think about it carefully, this strange thing becomes natural.

Bai Zhuzhu robbed her of the opportunity, and she unexpectedly got a spot in the episode. She even received so many compliments on the Internet about her beautiful voice. Then she was poisoned by Bai Zhuzhu and had a problem with her voice.

If her voice continues to be bad, then she will not be able to complete Director Wen's task. When Director Wen is replaced, the position of the interlude will also become Bai Zhuzhu's.

Chills rose from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, freezing her completely.

Breathing became difficult.

"Weiwei, you...please say something, I...shouldn't say this to you." Meng Qiancheng asked anxiously, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Cheng Zhiwei closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was already indifferent.

After hanging up the phone, she sat blankly on the edge of the bed, not even noticing that her phone had slipped.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a strong knock on the door, and Zhou Lin's cold and impatient voice said, "Cheng Zhiwei, what are you doing in the room? Why don't you come out yet."

Cheng Zhiwei trembled his eyelashes and stared at the door.

Zhou Lin's evil has no lower limit.

Depressed suffocation surrounded her. She wanted to get up, but she stumbled and fell to the ground. She had a headache. It seemed that a brute force was about to rush out and destroy everything, but her body didn't have any strength and couldn't get up.

But Zhou Lin couldn't open the door for a long time, and his face turned ugly. He raised his voice and asked Wang Mei to send him the spare key.

Wang Mei quickly brought the key upstairs, and when she handed it to Zhou Lin, she couldn't help but persuade her, "Master, no matter what happens, you must communicate with the young lady well, and don't make her angry."

In the past two months, Cheng Zhiwei had lost weight visibly, and even became mentally ill.

Wang Mei tried various tricks to make soup for her to replenish her body, but she couldn't keep up with her weight loss.

And all this is because of Zhou Lin.

Zhou Lin opened the door expressionlessly, and what caught his eye was Cheng Zhiwei who fell beside the bed.

She fell to the ground and touched her phone with trembling hands, like a dying patient.

"Cheng Zhiwei."

"Young lady."

The indifference on Zhou Lin's face broke instantly. He strode in and hugged Cheng Zhiwei, "Cheng Zhiwei."

His eyes scanned everything around her in just a few seconds. When he found no medicine bottle or pills, his bored chest felt relieved.

Cheng Zhiwei was put on the bed.

She lowered her head, her long hair spread out to block her expression.

"Young madam, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Wang Mei asked worriedly, and then looked at the position of her calf. Cheng Zhi sat on the bed with his legs slightly bent, and the hem of his skirt naturally moved up, revealing the injury on her calf. Bleeding again.

"Go get the medical kit and her medicine." Zhou Lin ordered coldly, while he knelt down to check Cheng Zhiwei's wounds.

With just a touch of his fingers, Cheng Zhiwei retracted her calf.

His cold eyes were emotionless.

Wang Mei brought in the medical kit and medicine.

Zhou Lin rolled up his sleeves and took out the iodophor, apparently to help Cheng Zhiwei treat his wounds.

"I'll do it myself." Cheng Zhiwei reached for it.

Zhou Lin looked up at her coldly, with no intention of handing it to her.

Cheng Zhiwei bit his lip stubbornly, and the atmosphere was tense.

"I'll do it." Wang Mei took the initiative, "The young lady was injured before, and I gave her the medicine."

Zhou Lin took out the cotton swab and said calmly, "Is dinner ready?"

Wang Mei was startled for a moment, and soon realized that Zhou Lin wanted to take care of Cheng Zhiwei personally. This was something that had never happened before, which proved that Zhou Lin was willing to take Cheng Zhiwei into consideration.

She was very happy, said she wanted to cook, turned around and left.

The cotton swab was dipped in iodophor. Zhou Lin held his hand steady and carefully touched Cheng Zhiwei's wound. As soon as he touched it, her legs retracted.

Zhou Lin thought it was because she was afraid of pain, so he raised the corners of his lips slightly and said a little more gently, "I'll be gentle, it won't hurt."

Cheng Zhiwei raised her feet and shrank to the bed, pulled her skirt down and covered her calves, "I won't bother you."

Zhou Lin's movements stiffened for a moment, and her tone at this time returned to its previous tone, which was no different from the well-behaved and submissive she had been for the past three years.

This should be what he expected. After all, he doesn't like Cheng Zhiwei. Cheng Zhiwei is quiet and well-behaved in front of a transparent person, which is what he wants to see most. Before, she changed like a different person and made trouble, which made him feel troublesome. She even suspected that she was playing hard to get.

But when she really changed back to her previous appearance, he couldn't accept it. Such Cheng Zhiwei suddenly felt strange.

Mr. Zhou doesn't feel comfortable in his heart, so he won't make others feel comfortable.

He grabbed Cheng Zhiwei's ankle with one hand, forcefully pulled her calf out from under her skirt, and placed it on the edge of the bed. He held a cotton swab in his other hand and disinfected her wound bit by bit.

He was even afraid of hurting her, so he acted carefully and cautiously.

After three years of marriage, this is the first time Cheng Zhiwei has received such kindness.

Her nose was sore and her eye circles were red, but her heart felt calm.

Forget it, let him do whatever he wants. If she offends him, he might come up with some way to torture her again.

The calf stayed in place quietly. After finishing the processing here, Cheng Zhiwei silently took it back and stretched out the other foot.

The round nails are a healthy pink color, and the feet are fair and beautiful.

Beauty means every inch of your body is beautiful.

Zhou Lin pursed his thin lips slightly and moved his eyes away lightly, focusing on the wound. He continued to carefully disinfect, apply medicine, and apply gauze.

After the processing was completed, Cheng Zhiwei said "thank you".

A thank you without emotion is more polite and distant.

Then she jumped out of bed, put on a coat, opened the door and went out.

Zhou Lin collected the medicine box slowly, but his expression became gloomy.

He closed the medicine box with his slender fingers, took out the ointment and put it into the drawer, and finally the sleeping pills in the bag.

He opened the lid and counted, there were still ten pills inside.

Zhang Yuanheng did not dare to prescribe more pills, so he only prescribed ten pills for Cheng Zhiwei, and told her that if she still had insomnia after eating, she should go to him for a check-up.

Holding the medicine bottle tightly in his hand, he stood up and went downstairs.

The aroma of food floated in the air. Zhou Lin went to the kitchen. He handed the medicine bottle to Wang Mei and told her to take it.

If Cheng Zhiwei wants to eat, he can only give her one piece at a time.

With such a solemn attitude, Wang Mei clenched the medicine bottle in a daze, "I understand, Master."

Cheng Zhiwei was watching TV in the living room, with her legs bent and hugging a pillow, curled up in a corner of the sofa. The TV show was a relaxing and funny variety show, but there was no smile on her face. If you look carefully, you can see her eyes The focal length actually does not fall on the TV at all.

It was eerily quiet and unnerving.

Zhou Lin looked at her for a long time, and she remained motionless.