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

Song Qingcheng lowered her brows, not knowing how to answer, or rather, she didn't know how to answer him.

She was a little annoyed, wondering what had happened to Pei Huaizhi all of a sudden.

The more she didn't want to answer, the more the man in front of her insisted.

She had just woken up from a nightmare and had to calm down alone for a while. She thought of countless ways to get Pei Huaizhi out, but every one of them was rejected by him.

There was only one way left, she thought, to take advantage of Pei Huaizhi's unpreparedness and knock him out.

As soon as this method came to her mind, she rejected it again. According to Pei Huaizhi's martial arts level and his quickness in chopping off other people's heads, her small head was not big enough for him, so she would not need to exert any effort and her head would fall to the ground with a snap.

"Answer me!" Pei Huaizhi pressed forward step by step. His tall figure approached and he supported himself against the wall with both hands, trapping Song Qingcheng between his arms, leaving her with no way to escape.

Her whole body shrank because of Pei Huaizhi's sudden action. Although his voice was not loud, his action was indeed very aggressive.

He finally got angry!

Pei Huaizhi's dark pupils were stained with bloodshot. They were trapped between his arms. The space was very cramped, and her front was forced to press tightly against his chest. She could clearly feel his thumping heartbeat and her own heartbeat.

His heartbeat was disordered, and his whole body was disordered!

Song Qingcheng felt that the air around her had become thinner, making it hard to breathe. Their faces were so close that she could clearly feel his cotton-like breath, floating up and down on her brows and nose, with a clear smell of alcohol that made her feel dizzy and as if she was drunk.

In order to relieve Pei Huaizhi's sense of oppression, she tilted her head slightly, briefly avoiding the smell of alcohol that came with her breath.

It is not a good idea to continue in this stalemate. After all, a drunk person cannot make any sense.

Otherwise, she could say that she liked him, which would be good for both her and the Song family, and would also help Pei Huaizhi calm down.

It is a good idea to take emergency measures.

But she couldn't open her mouth. Wasn't this considered deceiving other people's feelings? It was not what a gentleman did. And she disdained playing with people's hearts and doing her best to deceive people. She thought she couldn't do it.

Song Qingcheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, her mind was in a turmoil for a moment, and she had no choice but to adopt a conciliatory policy to slowly appease him.

"Pei Huaizhi, you are drunk. Since you and I are already married, why bother with this?"

Not hearing the answer he wanted, Pei Huaizhi felt a suffocating breath in his heart, and said dumbly, "You still think I'm a six-year-old child, and you can't trick me with your tricks. Why do you dare to answer me directly?"

Song Qingcheng rarely saw Pei Huaizhi being so childish, and her tone was somewhat helpless, "Is this reason so important? Besides, don't wrongly accuse me, when did I ever deceive you?"

She wanted to trick him, but it didn't happen. He can't take the blame for that.

Pei Huaizhi was only concerned with the answer he wanted and couldn't listen to anything else.

So he replied,

"Important! Very important to me!"

His tone was soft and slow, like the calm before a storm, with a breathtaking power.

Song Qingcheng now doesn't know what kind of feelings she has for Pei Huaizhi, but she is sure that she is neither happy nor unhappy, so she doesn't know how to answer Pei Huaizhi's question.

Pei Huaizhi looked at his silent wife, and his pupils, which were as bright as stars, suddenly dimmed. "Are you attracted to me, or do you not have me in your heart at all?"

He asked in a hoarse voice, pinching Song Qingcheng's small chin with one hand. Perhaps because he was worried that she would get hurt, he didn't use much strength.

She raised her head and looked at Pei Huaizhi in front of her.

Song Qingcheng felt dizzy and her throat seemed to be blocked. She decided not to argue with the drunk man in front of her. "I've said it's not important whether I like you or not. What's important is that you are my husband now. As long as we don't divorce, we will always be together, sharing honor and disgrace."

"hehe,"

Pei Huaizhi sneered. Song Qingcheng said he was drunk, but in fact he was very sober. Being able to face this step had exhausted all his dignity. For a woman, he was so humble.

"Song Qingcheng, why do you think I will always stand here and wait for you? I am also a human being. I will get tired if I don't get a response. What are you relying on?"

He paused and continued, "From Shangjing to Jinling, and then from Jinling to Shangjing, so many things have happened. Do you feel a little sorry for me, my Manman? You are so smart, how can you not see that I like you? No! You know everything, but you still watch me sink like a bystander. Do you have any heart at all?

So I’m ridiculous.”

Every word he spoke was heart-wrenching. Even if it was a lie, he hoped to get an affirmative answer from Song Qingcheng so that he would not look so ridiculous and would be able to keep the person by his side without hesitation.

"Song Qingcheng, tell me, who am I? What am I?"

The man's jaw clenched tightly, and the veins on his forehead seemed to be throbbing faintly. His eyes were fixed on Song Qingcheng's, waiting for her to speak.

How could things develop to this point? Upon hearing this, Song Qingcheng felt bitter in her mouth.

Pei Huaizhi was right. Any normal person could see that Pei Huaizhi treated her differently. Yes, she was not a plant, so how could she not see it?

He was different from Pei Huaizhi in his previous life. Just as he said, he seemed to really like her. Sometimes she could even see through Pei Huaizhi's eyes when he looked at her, the way she looked at him in her previous life, the way she loved but could not have him and could only look up to him.

She thought that everything was just a coincidence, but it turned out that there was no connection between her and Pei Huai, even without Lan Yin.

She felt a little disappointed, disappointed that Pei Huaizhi now knew nothing, didn't know her hatred, didn't know her helplessness, didn't know that her burning joy in her previous life was buried alive, and now he could express his likes and dislikes and all kinds of emotions without scruples, but she could only endure it alone.

"Why don't you speak?"

Song Qingcheng's chin was pinched in his hand. She could only raise her neck high and face his dark pupils without any avoidance.

Pei Huaizhi was like a trapped beast, now beaten to pieces, but she still looked calm and composed even though a mountain was collapsing in front of her.

She still had her control, with a faint smile on her face, and asked in a casual tone: "Pei Huaizhi, what do you want me to say? Since it is so painful, why don't we just get divorced!"