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

The style of the painting changed suddenly, and Song Qingcheng was unable to react for a moment, looking at Pei Huaizhi in a daze.

"Master Pei, what do you mean by this?"

Song Qingcheng asked carefully, fearing that what she said was wrong and would irritate others, and she would be the one to suffer.

Pei Huaizhi originally wanted to teach Song Qingcheng a lesson to calm his anger, but he also knew in his heart that he should not continue to do as he usually did, raising her high and letting her go easily. If he continued to indulge her, he was afraid that Song Qingcheng would never realize that he was her man.

But after regaining his senses, Pei Huaizhi thought again that today was her birthday after all, so he just made a note of it and let her go this time.

Pei Huaizhi himself didn't even know when his bottom line had become so low.

His face didn't look very good at all. Firstly, he was tired after running thousands of miles, and secondly, he was angry with Song Qingcheng.

"I ask you, is today your birthday?"

Pei Huaizhi asked in a deep voice.

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Song Qingcheng nodded repeatedly.

Pei Huaizhi took out a stack of silver bills from his pocket, with a strange red string tied on it, "Don't you like these yellow and white things the most? Let's take this as your birthday gift."

After saying that, he threw it on Song Qingcheng.

The corners of Song Qingcheng's plum-like lips trembled. Why did this sound like an insult?

She took the banknotes in her hand and whispered, "How much is this?"

Pei Huaizhi sat back in his chair, "Six thousand six hundred and sixty-six taels!"

"Haha, your Excellency is thoughtful, but how can I do this when the huge sum of money you have deposited is still on the books!"

"Excuse me?"

Pei Huaizhi gently raised her phoenix eyes.

Song Qingcheng didn't know what Pei Huaizhi meant, "Of course there are some?"

There was nothing wrong with saying this. After all, she hadn't done anything for Pei Huaizhi since her rebirth. If you really counted it, she was somewhat incompetent.

"Since you feel a little embarrassed, then do something."

Pei Huaizhi said.

" ah?"

Song Qingcheng was a little stunned, "Then sir, what do you want?"

"Then embroider a sachet!"

Pei Huaizhi said.

To be honest, Song Qingcheng is proficient in all kinds of skills, but there is one thing she is not good at, which is her needlework.

It can be said that she has absolutely no talent in this area.

But Pei Huaizhi chose the area where she was least good at.

"Why don't you want to?"

Pei Huaizhi asked.

At this time, Shuqi came back at some point and heard the conversation in the room. He felt that the adults were being a little reserved in their expressions. He thought he should help his master express his feelings.

So he said carefully, leaning against the window.

"Madam, today is also my birthday!"

Pei Huaizhi: “…”

Then he said in a deep voice, "Stop talking!"

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng suddenly felt enlightened. She now understood why Pei Huaizhi was inexplicably angry just now. It turned out that he was just throwing a tantrum.

However, she actually forgot that today was Pei Huaizhi's birthday.

Song Qingcheng glanced at the clepsydra. It was still early before midnight. As long as it wasn't past midnight, there was still time for the birthday celebration.

Relatively speaking, Pei Huaizhi was more thoughtful than her in that he remembered her birthday.

But it's not bad this way, he thinks about her and she can think about him, that's all.

Song Qingcheng laughed dryly twice and asked Pei Huaizhi to wait for a moment. It was too late to prepare the gift, so she could only prepare a bowl of longevity noodles.

Pei Huaizhi did not refuse and let Song Qingcheng go to the small kitchen. He wanted to eat the noodles cooked by his wife.

Song Qingcheng had already mastered the cooking skills in her previous life, and she also had a thorough understanding of Pei Huaizhi's taste.

After a while, a bowl of fragrant chicken noodle soup was ready, topped with fresh vegetables and eggs.

"I wish you a long life!"

Song Qingcheng put the noodles in front of the man and said.

Everyone in Chunhe Hall was relieved when they saw Pei Huaizhi's face lighten up. After all, the sinister aura that Pei Huaizhi exuded just now was very frightening.

The special nanny was even more worried about her daughter.

Fortunately, the couple quarreled at the head of the bed and made up at the foot of the bed, so it seems that everything is fine.

Nanny is calling people.

Dongmei whispered to the nanny, "Do you want to make the bed for the son-in-law?"

Nanny: "Of course we have to. We can't ask you to move somewhere else so late!" She didn't forget that the mistress was trying every way to put someone around her son-in-law today.

Tonight, I can't let my son-in-law leave no matter what.

The nanny arranged everything in Chunhe Hall in an orderly manner, and even arranged for someone to prepare hot water in case the son-in-law and the girl asked for water in the middle of the night.

After everything was arranged, he left, leaving only Pei Huaizhi and Song Qingcheng in the room.

Pei Huai enjoyed the bowl of noodles very much. He was not particular about food, but he had to admit that Song Qingcheng had good cooking skills.

After finishing the meal, Pei Huaizhi changed out of his dusty clothes, put on his undershirt, and sat on the spacious bed.

He looked coldly at the busy Song Qingcheng, and at her earlobe that was so red that it seemed like it was about to bleed, and was kind enough not to expose him.

A quarter of an hour passed, and then two quarters of an hour passed, but Pei Huaizhi still showed no intention of settling the people.

"It's already three o'clock in the morning, go to bed."

"Well, maybe I slept too much during the day, and now I am not sleepy at all. Why don't you go to bed first, sir?"

Song Qingcheng said.

"Are you shy?"

Pei Huaizhi didn't give her any chance to escape. He just stood up and carried her to the wide bed.

The two of them were only wearing middle garments, with their skin so close to each other. They were not monks or nuns, so how could they not feel something?

Song Qingcheng felt that Pei Huaizhi beside her was like a hot stove. She twisted her body from time to time, but suddenly she felt something poking her.

She looked at Pei Huaizhi with round almond-shaped eyes, as if she had been stung by a bee, accusing him of not being able to control himself.

Seeing this, Pei Huaizhi lowered his eyes and looked at her. Seeing that the man was looking at him warily like a little animal, his throat rolled. Did she know that looking at a man like this was more like temptation?

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Pei Huaizhi's voice was so hoarse that it looked like he was speaking. The faint candlelight cast a halo over him. His delicate nose, rosy lips, and a pair of moist eyes made him look like he was ready to be picked. Everything about him was alluring.

The flowers are ready to be cut off when they are in bloom, but don’t wait until there are no flowers left to cut off the branches!

He wanted to pick this beautiful flower right now.

Before, he thought Song Qingcheng was still young and at the right age for growth. After getting married for a year, even though it was hard to endure, he did not force her to perform rituals.

So much so that they haven’t had a wedding night until now.

Now he doesn't want to wait any longer!