The next day, Zhou Lin put on a new shirt. Although it was just an ordinary brand and not of the best quality, he wore it with extra comfort.
He even woke Cheng Zhiwei up, twirled in front of her, and kissed her deeply, "Wife, your taste is really good."
Cheng Zhiwei was annoyed, slapped him, and said, "I want to sleep."
Zhou Lin couldn't help but smile, her demeanor gave him a real sense of being part of one true family.
With his charming wife in his arms and their unborn child, this was probably the happiest thing.
Zhou Lin even didn't want to go to work, but there was a big project negotiation today and he couldn't miss it, so he lingered for a long while before leaving reluctantly.
Once he left, the feistiness and impatience in Cheng Zhiwei's eyes disappeared instantly. She stared at the ceiling expressionlessly, feeling somewhat nauseous.
