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

Chapter 281 Didn’t you already know that I have poor eyesight?

For Cheng Zhiwei, seeing Zhou Lin was not a happy thing.

So she just looked ahead and pretended not to hear.

When she returned to China, she could still maintain her rationality, thinking that Chongqing was such a big place and there was no need to act like an enemy if you couldn't see it when you looked up.

After all, there are children here, so the two of them cannot avoid meeting.

Just keep a suitable distance.

But Zhou Lin is a lunatic. Even now, he still thinks about having children and a harmonious family.

She really thought that Cheng Zhiwei had no temper.

"You have to pay for every meal, how can you like a man like that? Have your tastes become so bad now?" Zhou Lin was holding back his anger, and his words became sharp and full of sarcasm.

Cheng Zhiwei then looked up at him and said, "That's my business and has nothing to do with you."

"Zhiwei."

"Don't you already know that I have poor taste? Otherwise, I wouldn't have fallen in love with you in the first place."

Zhou Lin understood the subtext of her words and looked slightly ugly.

His thin lips pursed into a straight line, and he stared at her quietly, so in her heart, could he not even compare to such a stingy man?

At this moment, the blind date's car stopped at the door. The man looked at Zhou Lin and then at Cheng Zhiwei. Without saying anything, he just asked her politely: "Are you going back now?"

He thought she had another date.

"Okay." Cheng Zhiwei agreed, opened the door and was about to get in the car.

The next second, he was pulled back directly by Zhou Lin.

The car door was slammed shut, and Zhou Lin said coldly: "She still has something to do and can't leave."

The man frowned, but did not leave immediately, "Miss Cheng, do you need me to call the police?"

His graceful demeanor made Zhou Lin even more miserable.

Cheng Zhiwei raised his head and looked at Zhou Lin, "Zhou Lin, let go."

How could Zhou Lin let go and sneered directly: "You can ask him to call the police and see who is in trouble."

Cheng Zhiwei frowned, her anger was about to burst out, but she had to hold it back and could only say to the man: "I'm sorry, please leave first."

The man looked at Zhou Lin again and asked worriedly: "You really don't need me to call the police?"

"No, thanks."

"it is good."

The car leaves.

Cheng Zhiwei threw Zhou Lin's hand away, anger rising on his cheeks, and finally couldn't help it, and sneered: "Zhou Lin, you're done, aren't you?"

"Don't you already know better? I just can't finish it."

"Why?" Cheng Zhiwei asked him coldly, "You can do whatever you want? Zhou Lin, you really haven't changed at all, you always only care about your own ideas."

Zhou Lin's emotions that he had finally suppressed suddenly swelled up again, "You said that to me for such a person?"

He just couldn't stand the man asking Cheng Zhiwei to pay, so he advised her to keep her eyes open, but he said one sentence was worth ten to her.

"He and I just met, and we made it clear that it's my treat." Cheng Zhiwei said clearly, "In my eyes, he is much better than you."

The last sentence was like a sharp knife piercing Zhou Lin's heart.

His expression was somewhat cold.

"So you plan to get married on a blind date?"

"Why not? You don't think I will always be stuck in that failed marriage and can't extricate myself?" She curled her lips, full of sarcasm.

Why?

She would spend her whole life paying homage to the feelings that once broke her heart and made her painful.

It was Zhou Lin who was stuck in the past, not Cheng Zhiwei.

She makes her own decisions about her future life, and she can be single or married.

It has nothing to do with Zhou Lin.

"Sister Zhiwei." A surprised voice came, breaking the tense atmosphere between Cheng Zhiwei and Zhou Lin.

Cheng Zhiwei calmed down his emotions, turned around and looked over, his tone returned to normal, "Xiao Man."

Zhang Xiaoman held Zhou Ruoqi's hand and said in surprise: "Sister Zhiwei, it's really you, why are you here?"

Cheng Zhiwei's eyes suddenly fell on Zhou Ruoqi. After not seeing him for a few days, Zhou Ruoqi looked not in good spirits.

"I'll come over for dinner." She said calmly.

"Have you eaten? If not, you can eat together. We just arrived." Zhang Xiaoman's eyebrows were curved and he was particularly energetic.

"I've already eaten." Cheng Zhiwei nodded lightly, "Why are you here?"

"My current job is to take care of Qiqi." Zhang Xiaoman gently touched Zhou Ruoqi's hair.

Cheng Zhiwei was surprised. He didn't expect that she would also go to work at Zhou's house.

"You go to eat, I'll leave right away." Cheng Zhiwei didn't ask her why she wanted to go to work, she just wanted to leave quickly.

After taking just a few steps, Zhou Ruoqi suddenly burst into an earth-shattering cough behind her.

Cheng Zhiwei took a few more steps, but she couldn't hold it back or looked back. This look frightened her.

Zhou Ruoqi covered her neck with pain on her face, as if something had been stuck in her throat.

She ran over without thinking and asked quickly: "What's wrong?"

Zhou Lin looked ugly, "The phlegm is stuck, I'll take him to the hospital."

"That's too late."

Zhou Ruoqi's face turned red and the situation was dangerous.

Zhang Xiaoman stood there at a loss, "What should I do, what should I do, Qiqi?"

Cheng Zhiwei directly picked up Zhou Ruoqi, patted his back, and said calmly: "Qiqi, don't be afraid, just vomit out with all your strength."

Zhou Ruoqi's face turned red from holding it in, and he grabbed Cheng Zhiwei's arm with his fingers, causing red marks.

But Cheng Zhiwei didn't feel any pain, she just hugged his body tightly from behind and asked him to spit out the phlegm.

After some tossing, Zhou Ruoqi spit out the phlegm.

The whole person's spirit became even worse. He was nestled in Cheng Zhiwei's arms, his face was pale and full of tears.

"Mom." He murmured unconsciously.

Cheng Zhiwei suddenly felt distressed. She seemed to have seen how weak Cheng Xing looked every time he fell ill.

Very pitiful.

"Go to the hospital." Zhou Lin called the driver and asked, "Give me the child."

Cheng Zhiwei did not give him the child, but couldn't help but said angrily: "The child is not feeling well, why did you bring him out?"

Will he ever be a father?

Such a young child was tossed around.

Zhou Lin took his hand back without explaining, "Well, it's my fault."

It was okay if he didn't speak, but when he spoke, Cheng Zhiwei became even more angry and rolled her eyes at him, "If you don't know how to take care of the child, just leave the child at home and have an aunt take care of it."

Zhang Xiaoman said awkwardly: "I'm sorry, Sister Zhiwei, I have never taken care of children before, so I don't know how to deal with such a thing. Thank you for today."

Cheng Zhiwei was speechless for a moment. Zhang Xiaoman was now responsible for taking care of Zhou Ruoqi, and she was responsible.

But she couldn't blame Zhang Xiaoman for anything, she could only say: "I didn't say anything about you."

It was Zhou Lin who was irresponsible.

If Zhou Lin wants to find someone to take care of Zhou Ruoqi, he should find a professional nanny, not a little girl like Zhang Xiaoman who has not yet married and has children.

After all, nothing is trivial about a child, and if something goes wrong, it will be a big deal.