My beloved wife is reborn, let's get divorced, Mr. Prime Minister

Pei Huaizhi found that Song Qingcheng's pulse was very chaotic, and her heart skipped a beat. It was even more serious than the previous attack of soul separation. He was worried that the effect of the soul-suppressing bracelet had been reduced. He would go back and ask the master what the reason was.

Song Qingcheng was shocked when she saw Pei Huaizhi frowning. "What's wrong?" she asked.

Pei Huaizhi placed Song Qingcheng's hand on the edge of the Arhat bed and said, "It's nothing, I just feel a little weak."

"Oh"

Song Qingcheng responded softly.

Song Qingcheng had been unable to sleep since the continuous heavy rain in Jinling. Now that Pei Huaizhi was back, she felt less as if her soul was leaving her body, and her panic and dizziness were much better.

Gradually, my head became more and more dizzy.

Said, "Thank you."

Pei Huaizhi didn't like her politeness at first, but seeing that Song Qingcheng was really exhausted on the Luohan bed, he just said, "Go to sleep!"

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng could no longer hold on and fell into a deep sleep.

Pei Huaizhi sat on one side and asked people to move all the documents that had accumulated during the time he was away from Jinling here.

Under this dim light, I carefully handle each book one by one.

Song Qingcheng slept until noon the next day. When she woke up, she thought Pei Huaizhi had left, but at the end of her sight, Pei Huaizhi was sitting at a long desk processing official documents.

Because it was cloudy and rainy outside, all the windows in the room were closed tightly and the black curtains were hung tightly.

Pei Huaizhi heard the noise and looked up. He saw Song Qingcheng with sleepy eyes, but her face had regained its color.

He stood up and took Song Qingcheng's pulse again. This time it was much more stable.

"Come down and walk around!"

Pei Huaizhi said that just lying in bed is not good for physical recovery.

Although Song Qingcheng felt much better, she was still not feeling well physically. She was too lazy to get up, so she pretended not to hear anything and shouted "Xia He" towards the door.

Seeing that Song Qingcheng was unwilling to get out of bed, Pei Huaizhi took out the cloud silk embroidered shoes and asked her to put them on. "Don't you have a headache?"

Song Qingcheng looked at Pei Huaizhi's dark eyes and came back to his senses. Now his head was indeed swollen and painful. He thought it was due to the soul-separation syndrome. Could it be that he slept too much?

Song Qingcheng said "oh" and stood up lightly. At this moment, Xia He heard Song Qingcheng calling her and pushed the door open, but when she saw the scene in front of her, she retreated silently.

Song Qingcheng has been hiding in the house without seeing the sun for four or five days. Before, she felt uncomfortable all over, and it was no big deal hiding in the house, but now the discomfort is worse. She feels more and more uncomfortable and wants to go out for some fresh air.

Pei Huaizhi saw her making small movements, raised his eyebrows and said, "Want to go out?"

The person who only reached Pei Huaizhi's chest raised her palm-sized face in surprise, wondering in her heart when did this person know her every move so well.

Song Qingcheng curled her lips, "I want to go out for some fresh air, but I really don't dare. I don't know how many days the rain will last in Jinling."

Pei Huaizhi replied, "The south has always had a lot of rain, which is different from the north. When the autumn rain stops, you can set off to return to the capital. I think by the time you get to the capital, autumn will have passed and winter will have arrived, with less rain. By then, it will be much better than it is now!"

Song Qingcheng nodded aside.

Pei Huaizhi saw that she seemed frustrated, and couldn't help but comfort her, "There is always a way in this world."

Before he finished speaking, he naturally took Song Qingcheng's hand and wrapped his big palm around Song Qingcheng's hand.

Song Qingcheng was stunned for a moment.

Pei Huaizhi laughed softly when he saw this, and said, "Don't you want to go out and get some fresh air?"

"Is it okay?" Song Qingcheng asked, blinking her big, twinkling eyes.

"I'll be closer to you, maybe it'll be okay!"

Pei Huaizhi pulled Song Qingcheng to his side, and they walked out of the room together and came to the porch. A clear breeze blew, and Song Qingcheng did not feel the strong feeling of being scared to death. Although she still felt that, it was bearable for her. She took a deep breath, and the depression in her heart was much less, and she finally felt like she was alive again.

When Pei Huaizhi saw that her brows were relaxed, he knew that there should be no big problem.

Song Qingcheng was happy. She let go of Pei Huaizhi's hand and walked forward a few steps. She wanted to raise her hand to wipe the dripping water from the eaves, but she didn't notice the steps under her feet that were gradually wet by the rain. She slid forward on the wet wooden steps and was about to fall.

Pei Huaizhi didn't expect Song Qingcheng to be so careless. Without thinking too much, he stretched out his arm and grabbed her arm. Using a little strength, before Song Qingcheng could scream, he brought her into his arms.

Song Qingcheng was still in shock. She patted her chest, thanked him, and stood still. For some reason, she felt a little guilty about this unexpected intimate incident. She was worried that Pei Huaizhi would misunderstand her, so she turned around to take a look.

She explained. "I didn't mean to do that?"

"I know!"

The two of them had a tacit understanding.

Xia He and Wu Songsong in the distance covered their mouths and laughed.

Shuqi folded his hands across his chest, leaning against the vermilion pillar under the corridor, and shook his head. He traveled day and night and braved the heavy rain. The adults were completely hopeless.

After a few days, the rain finally subsided. Song Qingcheng and Pei Huaizhi stayed in the same room, each busy with the things at hand. It was rare that the two of them were calm, especially Song Qingcheng. The two of them even discussed chess skills.

Song Qingcheng felt that her chess skills were pretty good, but she still lost more often than she won. This was a huge blow to her. She even suspected that her father deliberately lost to her because she always won by half a piece when playing chess with him before.

She didn't believe it, so she played a few more games with Pei Huai. She was defeated in the first few times, but in the last time, they ended in a draw.

"Master Pei is indeed thoughtful and meticulous. I have to admit he is superior to me!

Song Qingcheng didn't feel frustrated, but instead felt very refreshed.

"No more!"

Pei Huaizhi asked as he sorted the chess pieces on the board.

Song Qingcheng was good at chess, and some of her tricky and unconventional moves made it very difficult for him to defend against them. This had never happened in the past twenty years.

Song Qingcheng leaned forward and rested her elbows on the table.

"Sir Pei, have you ever played Gobang?" Song Qingcheng wanted to get back a few points, but Gobang was really simple to play. Even if Pei Huaizhi was extremely meticulous, he had a lot of plans but no place to put them.

Pei Huaizhi understood, but said with a gentle expression, "No!"