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

Because she always felt that the smile on Pei Huaizhi's face did not reach his eyes, and it seemed a little unreal, which made her feel a little uneasy.

Why is she feeling guilty? She didn't do anything wrong, huh!

After figuring this out, she felt like she could do it again!

"Feeling guilty?"

Pei Huaizhi held her hand, his voice tinged with a hint of autumn chill, and he lowered his head to glance at the girl in his hand.

From this angle, at first glance, you can only see a small section of the girl's fair neck and raven-black hair bun revealed by the bun in your hand.

Her bun is the simplest style, but the green plum blossoms on her temples add a touch of cuteness, giving the originally cold and lonely autumn a hint of spring vitality!

However, Pei Huaizhi's words seemed to have hit the girl's soft spot. As expected, as soon as he finished speaking, the little girl, who was holding his hand, was like a little hedgehog covered with thorns, with moving eyes, "It's only been half a month since we last met, and Master Pei has learned to joke. I haven't done anything wrong, why should I feel guilty?"

As if she was angry with him!

Seeing that the other person was a little angry, Pei Huaizhi also forgot the idea of ​​teaching Song Qingcheng a lesson on the way here, and said in a compromising manner, "Okay, okay, it's up to you. However, shouldn't you also be nicer to me?"

Song Qingcheng was holding his hand, and she raised her fair little face, looking at his profile when she heard his words. If it wasn't related to her past life, she would not have been able to bear to fight with him just by looking at this face.

Food and sex!

Not to mention that men like good-looking women, the opposite is also true.

Pei Huaizhi felt her gaze and looked towards her.

When Song Qingcheng saw that she was discovered, she was stunned for a moment, and pretended to be calm and shifted her gaze.

Pei Huaizhi looked at her. He knew that Song Qingcheng was fair. From Shangjing to Jinling, Pei Huaizhi had seen women from both the north and the south, but he had never seen a girl as fair as Song Qingcheng.

The white, almost transparent, crisp little face was made even whiter by her crow-like hair. The girls in the capital liked to stick flowers on their brows, so she also stuck a plum blossom on her forehead, as charming as a plum blossom in the snow. She was a little goblin who brought disaster to the country and the people, a thrilling and annoying little demon.

Song Qingcheng let him hold her hand all the way. After Pei Huaizhi withdrew his gaze from her, she turned her head to look at Pei Huaizhi's profile. His brows had returned to their previous calmness, and no other clues could be seen. However, Song Qingcheng felt that he was not as calm as he seemed.

She thought that she was probably unhappy, thinking that she had left without saying goodbye half a month ago, which was indeed a bit willful.

He began to reflect on himself unconsciously, but was unwilling to admit it!

The two little guys in her mind started fighting again!

She has a terrible headache!

Everything will be fine as long as Pei Huaizhi isn't around!

I wanted to explain a few words, but when the words came to my lips, I didn't know what to say. Now that things have come to this, it seems there is no need to explain.

Arriving at Song Qingcheng's boudoir, Pei Huaizhi looked around and saw that there were very few accessories for women in the boudoir. Most of them were some exquisite little gadgets of various kinds.

I think he could give some as a gift, and he kept it in mind silently!

Song Qingcheng entered the room and, following Song's instructions, walked behind the screen and opened the cupboard. As expected, she saw a row of men's clothes, including underwear, middle-length clothing, and outer robes.

My parents seem to be more and more satisfied with this son-in-law!

She took out a shirt and gave it to Pei Huaizhi.

Pei Huaizhi had already put aside the cloak he was wearing. He leaned against the table of the bed, with one hand half-supporting his forehead as he dozed off. It was obvious that he must be extremely tired. If you knocked carefully, you could see some blue stubble on his chin.

She had been married to Pei Huaizhi for such a long time, but she had never seen him like this.

Song Qingcheng did not ask him why he was in such a hurry to return to Beijing. She did not quite believe that he did it for her. Perhaps he had something important to report when he returned to Beijing. In short, it was more important to the court.

However, she felt a little reluctant and shook Pei Huaizhi gently, "Master Pei, Minister Pei, Pei Huaizhi!"

Pei Huaizhi opened his eyes in a daze, which was rare, and he actually had a bit of youthful aura.

"Ok?"

"Go wash up first. I'll tell my parents that I won't be waiting for you to have lunch with me at noon. Rest up first and I'll call you later."

Song Qingcheng gave him her underwear.

Pei Huaizhi said, "Thank you!" and went in to wash up.

Song Qingcheng was waiting outside and took the account book of Hua Xiangrong from the capital to look at it.

Dongmei is a good accountant. She keeps the account books very carefully and clearly, and it seems very easy for her.

After about two quarters of an hour, Pei Huaizhi regained his calm and composed appearance.

When Song Qingcheng saw someone coming out, she closed the account book and raised her pale face, "Go to sleep for a while, I won't disturb you."

Pei Huaizhi didn't know if it was because of the bath, but he felt a little dizzy.

He thought it might be because his shoulder injury had not healed yet!

Without replying to Song Qingcheng's words, he half-leaned on Song Qingcheng's bed without any courtesy.

Song Qingcheng felt that she had been made to suffer a loss, so she curled her lips and was about to go out.

"Wait a moment!"

Pei Huaizhi, who had his eyes closed just now, has opened his narrow and long phoenix eyes.

"What's wrong!"

Song Qingcheng asked doubtfully.

Pei Huaizhi felt dizzy now, but he still pulled himself together, "Manman, don't you have anything to say?"

"say what?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qingcheng saw that Pei Huaizhi's dark pupils became a little darker.

"If you don't tell me, I'll tell you"

"How can you be so brave as a little girl to go out to sea alone? The weather at sea is unpredictable. You don't have to worry about the excruciating pain of your own soul-leaving syndrome. What's more, if you encounter a big storm and the boat loses its direction or capsizes, you will probably be dead!"

His expression, which had been relatively calm before, now looked a little gloomy, and he said with a frown.

Why are you suddenly angry!

Song Qingcheng felt that none of these possibilities existed, because the days at sea were calm.

Besides, she was prepared. She wore the soul-fixing bracelet and the safety belt she had asked for at the Thousand Buddha Temple tightly on her body.

Second, regarding the ship, the Meng family’s big ship is strong and sturdy, and it has been at sea for many years without any accidents.

She valued her life very much, so she thought Pei Huaizhi might be making a big deal out of nothing.

But Song Qingcheng also had good sense. Seeing Pei Huaizhi's unfriendly expression, she knew that a man of insight is a wise man, so she didn't want to provoke him again.

"What's wrong? You don't dare to speak. You are usually very eloquent, but now you are mute?"

Song Qingcheng finally spoke up, "How can you escalate this to personal attacks against the dignified Minister Pei?"

"You are too brave, if you encounter danger in the future!"

"Then don't bother Master Pei!"

Song Qingcheng said with a flat face, not wanting to get entangled with Pei Huaizhi anymore, and her hand touched the door.

Then I heard a few low, suppressed coughs.

Song Qingcheng sighed in frustration and cursed herself for being useless.

He turned around and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Pei Huaizhi shook his head.

Song Qingcheng noticed that Pei Huaizhi's face was abnormally flushed at this moment.

He walked to the bedside and touched Pei Huaizhi's forehead with his hand. It was indeed very hot. "Do you have a fever?"

"Shall I find you a doctor?"

"Need not"

Pei Huaizhi continued: "I am the doctor!"

"Isn't it said that doctors don't treat themselves?"

"It's nothing serious, I'll be fine after a rest!"

The tense atmosphere just now eased a lot because Pei Huaizhi had a fever and fell ill.

Song Qingcheng, "Then lie down!"

She stuffed Pei Huaizhi into the quilt and covered him tightly.

She, the prime minister, was tolerant and, considering Pei Huaizhi's illness, she would not argue with him for the time being.

Generally fever and chills!

Song Qingcheng wrapped him so tightly, but felt that the thin autumn quilt was a little thin, so she took out a thick winter quilt from the cupboard and put it on Huaizhi before she was satisfied.

Pei Huaizhi did not object and let her do what she wanted.

After a while, beads of sweat began to appear on Pei Huaizhi's forehead.

He said helplessly: "Manman, actually, when a person has a fever, the best way to deal with it is not to cover it up, but to dissipate the heat as much as possible!"

At that time, she was wringing out an ice towel and applying it to his forehead. It was truly like ice and fire.

After hearing Pei Huaizhi, a master of medical skills, say that fever cannot be treated by covering up, he obediently pulled up the quilt on Pei Huaizhi's body after changing the ice towel for him.

The action was so fast that Pei Huaizhi didn't have time to react.

Just as I was sweating, Song Qingcheng suddenly lifted the quilt and cold wind blew in.

I got a chill!

He felt his head hurt even more!

"Is this better?"

Song Qingcheng asked very sincerely.

Pei Huaizhi silently covered himself with the quilt again.

Song Qingcheng felt that Minister Pei was really difficult to serve.

Pei Huaizhi thought, it would be better not to let her toss and turn. If this continued, he felt that the situation would be even worse by tomorrow morning.

He had no choice but to reach out from under the quilt and pull Song Qingcheng to his side.

"Stop busy!"

When he said this, Song Qingcheng was caught off guard and was pulled by him, causing her to fall sideways on the edge of the bed.

She subconsciously propped herself up on the bed and asked blankly, "...what are you doing?"

Hearing this, Pei Huaizhi didn't know what he was thinking of. His eyes darkened, "Don't say these two words anymore in the future!"

Song Qingcheng felt puzzled and felt that Pei Huaizhi was becoming increasingly difficult to understand.

Pei Huaizhi asked: "What do you think I want to do?"

Pei Huaizhi wanted to do something, but he was so exhausted that he didn't have the energy to do anything, so he changed his words and said, "Don't leave, I recognize my bed, please stay here with me for a while."

Song Qingcheng had never seen Pei Huaizhi like this before. She felt fragile and helpless, so she had no choice but to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Minister Pei, why are you acting so childish? I can't believe this is Minister Pei anymore."

Pei Huaizhi half closed his eyes, "Manman, I am only twenty years old, but after hearing what you said, I feel like I am already thirty or forty years old."

Song Qingcheng was distracted for a moment. Pei Huaizhi always looked calm and confident when he was outside. If he didn't say it, she would often forget that he was also a twenty-year-old boy.

"Okay, you're tired, close your eyes and take a rest!"

Song Qingcheng sneered at him.

Pei Huaizhi was a little reluctant, but he was already very tired and his eyelids were drooping.

He frowned, "I can't sleep?"

"Pei Huaizhi! What on earth do you want to do?"

Song Qingcheng asked patiently.

"Song Qingcheng, you really don't understand?"

Pei Huaizhi glanced at her.

"Are you confused or stupid because of the fever? What do you want to do? Make a scene~!"

She looked at Pei Huaizhi, who was behaving out of character, her apricot-like eyes filled with doubts.

Pei Huaizhi's head hurt even more, so he had to pull her arm again, "Come up and sleep with me for a while"

Seeing that Song Qingcheng didn't respond, she continued, "I'm sick and not feeling well! You should at least feel sorry for your husband."

Song Qingcheng felt that Pei Huaizhi was absolutely crazy and didn't know how to react for a moment.

Pei Huaizhi opened his eyes with great effort...

Suddenly I felt that the road to chasing my wife was very long, even though they were already married!

However, they still haven't taken the first step. What is that thin layer of window paper? Why can't he break it through it until now!

Finally, Pei Huaizhi let go of Song Qingcheng's hand, and his face turned from feverish red to sickly pale.

It's strange that he has a very stable self-esteem, but when he meets Song Qingcheng, he always gets so angry that his blood boils and his life is shortened by ten years.

But her pride would not allow him to express all his feelings for her.

He turned sideways, his back to Song Qingcheng, and his voice regained its composure, "It's okay, you can go out, anyway, no one will die!"

There was some anger in these words, which was completely different from the tone!

"You don't want to talk to me anymore?"

"No more talk"

Pei Huaizhi still leaned sideways and spoke without turning his head.

Song Qingcheng understood, "Okay, then I won't disturb you, Master Pei. You can have a good rest."

She climbed up from the bed, and the rustling sound reached Pei Huaizhi's ears, making him even more irritated!

When people get out of bed...

Pei Huaizhi suddenly turned around fiercely, "You..."

My goodness! Song Qingcheng was nailed to the spot by this look. She couldn't stand, sit, leave, or stay!

Speechless and choking, she suddenly wondered if Pei Huaizhi was using the tactic of playing hard to get on her.

But she knew that if this continued, time would be wasted and he would not be able to rest!

She still went down the stairs. Seeing that his face was beginning to flush again, she couldn't bear it, so she sighed and changed his cold towel again.

Pei Huaizhi still looked like he was going to eat someone, "This is all done by the servants, what are you doing here!"

Song Qingcheng threw the handkerchief, and the water in the basin exploded in all directions like the person who threw the handkerchief!

Song Qingcheng said with a half-smile, "I think I understand what Minister Pei means. If you want a servant to serve you, just say it directly. Why beat around the bush? Now I will go and arrange a servant for Minister Pei to sleep with you!"

"You know that's not what I meant, Song Qingcheng!"

He seldom called her by her full name. Since they got married, he was used to calling her Madam. In private, he would also call her Manman, but he would never call him by his full name!

I think he must be really angry!

Song Qingcheng was also angry. She got out of bed, took a few steps, and slammed the door behind her, but then she heard bursts of broken low coughs coming from the room!

She was stuck there again!

Pei Huaizhi is poisonous!

What is she doing!