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

A series of coughs came from the room. At first, it was a few suppressed coughs, followed by bursts of violent coughs, which pounded Song Qingcheng's heart.

Song Qingcheng felt as if there was a big hole in her heart, allowing the cold wind of mid-autumn to pass through the hole, whistling and rushing wildly into her heart, making her whole body feel as if she had a severe cold.

She warned herself not to be soft-hearted and not to care about him. Time passes by without leaving a trace. Don't let your heart be lost again. Don't live in the past and move on.

So she hardened her heart and took a few steps, but her left and right feet seemed to be out of control and fought twice.

Another cough was heard, but this time the sound was different. In her previous life, she had become a doctor through long-term illness, so she couldn't help but frown.

The cough definitely didn't sound like an ordinary cold, nor did it sound like a self-torture tactic to win her sympathy.

In her previous life, when she coughed like this, she was already coughing up blood and no medicine was effective.

Pei Huaizhi's life wouldn't be in danger, he couldn't help but think wildly, and then immediately denied his thoughts.

Before getting married in her previous life, she secretly took Pei Huaizhi's horoscope and hers to a temple to have them matched. The master said that Pei Huaizhi's fate was very good and he would live a long life, but he also said that she and Pei Huaizhi were destined to be a perfect match.

Now it seems that this heaven-given marriage is definitely not true, because she has already proved with her life once that it is a fate sent by heaven.

Now she was a little unsure whether the master's words about Pei Huaizhi being a long-lived master were true or not. She was afraid that it was also nonsense.

Song Qingcheng's face turned pale, but then she thought that Pei Huaizhi couldn't possibly die so short, so she finally pushed the door open again. Sure enough, Pei Huaizhi had already stood up and was half leaning on the bed. His face looked very ugly, and he was coughing up blood behind his handkerchief.

I feel more and more like I'm dying!

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, Pei Huaizhi hid the blood-stained handkerchief behind him in a concealing move, which made his presence felt even more obvious.

Now, Song Qingcheng felt more and more that Pei Huaizhi really had some serious illness and would not live long. He was only twenty years old and would be the Prime Minister in the future. It was impossible for him to be a short-lived ghost. !

Pei Huaizhi raised his eyelids, "What?"

Song Qingcheng was still worried and curled her lips, "Are you okay? Why are you coughing up blood?"

"You saw it wrong!"

Pei Huaizhi closed his eyes and didn't look at her. His long black eyelashes trembled slightly, revealing his master's mood.

Song Qingcheng passed over Pei Huaizhi's body, and the mountains happened to meet him. The sudden softness made Pei Huaizhi's body stiffen and he suddenly opened his eyes.

The culprit was not at all sure and questioned him with the bloody handkerchief!

"what is this?"

"Why do you torture me like this?"

The two said in unison, one angry, the other helpless.

"It's just blood clots, nothing serious!"

"How did I torture you?"

The two spoke at the same time again.

In the end, Pei Huaizhi pulled Song Qingcheng's hand, "Manman... Do you have a grudge against me, so you come here to torture me!"

Maybe it was because of the illness that made him fragile. He said this in a way that sounded aggrieved like a child, and did not seem like Minister Pei, who held all the power in the court!

Hatred! Of course there is hatred! It is a big hatred!

Pei Huaizhi finished speaking, and added with some grievance, "I don't know where I went wrong. If you don't want to tell me, I won't ask. But Manman, please don't do it. You are wronging me again!"

The stubborn expression seemed inexplicably familiar, but she had to admit that Pei Huaizhi had successfully controlled her. She was the type of person who would respond to soft tactics but not hard ones.

I was completely speechless.

If Pei Huaizhi confronted her head-on, she might not be reluctant.

But now Pei Huaizhi looked aggrieved, and she had no idea what to do. Well, she admitted that she was a little too saintly.

Song Qingcheng still asked, "So is your coughing up blood okay?"

Actually, nothing happened, but Pei Huaizhi was worried that if Song Qingcheng heard his answer like this, she would leave again, so he said ambiguously: "She won't die."

This is the Pei Huaizhi she knows.

"I have nothing to blame you for!"

Song Qingcheng said.

"Please sleep with me for a while, please!" She felt three parts aggrieved, four parts helpless, and she didn't know what the remaining three parts were.

After all the trouble, things are back to square one. Forget it, since she can't let it go, she doesn't want to waste time going through it again.

She was stiff with her hands and feet, sitting on the edge of the bed, "Minister Pei, how do you want to sleep?"

Hearing this, Pei Huaizhi's dark pupils finally lit up, like bright stars in the dark night.

"You're in there!"

“Then I’ll come up.”

Pei Huaizhi couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and his whole body suddenly became warmer.

If outsiders saw it, they would probably doubt their own eyes.

Song Qingcheng had no choice but to lie down on the bed, stepping over Pei Huaizhi, and said unhappily, "Minister Pei, can we sleep now?"

"Manman, are you sure? The space in the middle is too big. Even if there are two of us lying there, we can still fit!"

When did Pei Huaizhi become so clingy?

Pei Huaizhi pulled the person into his arms, and their eyes met for a moment, but he still seemed to feel something was wrong, so he turned Song Qingcheng over and placed her back against his chest, so that she fit perfectly.

He is satisfied!

Song Qingcheng was tossed around like a rag doll. Perhaps she had run out of patience in her previous life, and in this rebirth she was always a little impatient with him. Just like now, she lost her patience and turned her head to ask him, "Pei Huaizhi, are you still going to sleep?"

"Your eyes are too big. How can I sleep when you look at me?"

He felt somewhat justified. Song Qingcheng muttered, "When did he have so many problems? I have to sleep with him, but I can't just watch him sleep!"

Pei Huaizhi was extremely helpless. He stepped forward and clamped Song Qingcheng's waist. "Manman, why am I so afraid of you? You know me, Pei Huaizhi, who claims to be fearless. But now, just a glance from you makes me feel uneasy and restless."

"Shut up! Go to sleep!"

Song Qingcheng issued a final ultimatum.

Pei Huaizhi cooperated and shut his mouth, but his eyes were on her back.

She was wearing a very fitting skirt today. Because she was lying on her side, the fitted skirt made her look even more graceful.

The white neck and the pink and tender earlobes with two small red beans suddenly reminded him that red beans grow in the south and bloom in spring. I wish you would pick more of them, as they are the most aphrodisiac.

The two red beans seemed to be inviting him, "May you pick more, may you pick more, may you pick more!"

What if you want to take a bite?