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

"Nothing?" Song Qingcheng shook her head and said, thinking in her heart that she indeed thought Pei Huaizhi was also reborn.

It's not a good thing to be too jealous. If that's the case, she will be so ashamed that she will be deceiving herself and others, like the emperor's new clothes.

If this is true, she would be in awe of Pei Huaizhi's acting skills.

But facing Song Qingcheng's hesitation, Shasha wanted to break the silence and get to the bottom of the matter.

Pei Huaizhi didn't let her go, "What are you afraid of? And aren't you being too polite?"

His hint of meaning could not help but make Song Qingcheng's heart skip a beat...

She couldn't help but feel sad in her heart. What's wrong with this guy?

Pei Huaizhi just looked at him, waiting for her answer, as if he would not let her go until she told him the answer...

Song Qingcheng's mind was spinning rapidly. She must not tell Pei Huaizhi about her rebirth.

Then you can only find another reason.

Song Qingcheng thought about it and said, "Minister Pei has always been very powerful. I thought you could figure out other people's thoughts. Wouldn't that be terrible? You have no personal privacy at all."

"Then tell me, why are you so polite to me..."

Song Qingcheng: "………………Really? You're not being polite, are you?"

It was true that they were a little distant, but she didn't say it.

Pei Huaizhi picked up the wintersweet blossom on the table, leaned lazily against the wall of the car, and played with it, as if he was holding a person's lifeline.

Snap...

Pei Huaizhi just exerted force with his fingers and a plum blossom fell from the branch.

Song Qingcheng: “…”

Is this a threat to her?

She decided to take back what she had said before. This person was not emotionally stable at all; he was clearly moody.

"Master Pei, Minister Pei, I don't understand you. I really don't understand you."

Song Qingcheng turned around, took it from Pei Huaizhi's hand, put it aside, and continued: "Sir Pei, if you don't like these beautiful wintersweet flowers, don't ruin them. Take them back and put them in a vase. They will be pleasing to the eyes."

Pei Huaizhi crossed his arms, looked at Song Qingcheng, and said leisurely: "I'm afraid I'm not as important as this branch of wintersweet..."

Song Qingcheng: "Why would Minister Pei compare himself to her?"

"If I don't compare with it, then who should I compare with? Should I compare with King Yan or King Yi?"

When Pei Huaizhi said this, he unconsciously added a hint of sarcasm... He didn't know if he was mocking... or... mocking Song Qingcheng.

Song Qingcheng looked at Pei Huaizhi as if he were a psychopath, and said coldly, "You are deliberately trying to argue with me. Are you too idle... Minister Pei!"

"How come your pain came out..."

Pei Huaizhi seemed to be angry for some reason.

"..."

"Are you sick..."

Song Qingcheng said.

Shuqi was driving the carriage outside. Hearing the bickering between the two people inside, he shook his head in disbelief. How come these two people were fine just now? Why are they like this now?

This is too childish... Shuqi couldn't help but think as he drove the carriage.

The two masters were still arguing when suddenly the chain of the carriage was lifted up by someone from the inside.

Then Song Qingcheng's voice came: "Stop the car!"

"Madam, is it too early to return home?"

Shuqi replied respectfully.

"I said, stop the car..."

Song Qingcheng said it again, obviously a little angry.

Seeing that his master didn't say anything, Shuqi had no intention of stopping. After all, his master was Pei Huaizhi.

"Madam, it's very cold outside. You should go back and sit down. It will take a while to get to the mansion..."

Shuqi said earnestly, "Sir, please say something. When you are in Jinling, you are not the setting sun!"

Pei Huaizhi was exposed and immediately stopped him and said, "Shut up and drive the car!"

Shuqi was choked and couldn't help feeling sad in his heart. Who did he offend? This...

How did this make him feel like a nobody?

Shuqi made a speechless gesture.

The couple was in love, so why did they kill the dog so casually? This is too unkind.

Song Qingcheng was bent over, holding up the chain with her hands. Without any protection, the north wind blew in.

Because Song Qingcheng was standing right at the edge of the car wall, the biting cold north wind blew on her delicate, soft and smooth skin, causing some pain.

Because there was a small stove in the carriage and thick blankets were laid out, the carriage could be said to be as warm as spring.

Song Qingcheng maintained her stiff body and quickly lowered the thick windproof chain of the carriage.

Back in the carriage...

I silently said to myself, don’t be angry, don’t be angry, if you get angry to the point of getting sick, no one can replace you… Life is like a play, we are together because we are destined to be together… It’s not easy to support each other until old age, should we cherish each other more… I get angry over trivial matters, but when I think about it, it’s not necessary… I don’t get angry when others get angry, if they get angry to the point of getting sick, no one can replace them… Who would be happy if I died of anger, besides it’s stressful and tiring…

Song Qingcheng recited it silently once, and finally felt much better, so she recited it again, thinking about how she was physically and mentally exhausted in her previous life because she had wasted too much emotion on Pei Huaizhi.

How come you don’t want to learn your lesson after living a new life? Do you want to die again? If you die again, you may not be so lucky.

In life, one should be content with what one has… ahhhhhhhhh…. Be content with what one has.

Moreover, Mo Yan used other people’s mistakes to punish himself! ! ! !

If anyone should go, it should be Pei Huaizhi. Why is he so stubborn?

"alright"

Just when Song Qingcheng had finally managed to calm herself down, Pei Huaizhi spoke again, and even boiled tea on a small red clay stove and moved the teacup closer to Song Qingcheng.

"Add honeysuckle to reduce internal heat"

"Shut up, you!"

Song Qingcheng snorted coldly and said, "With such a thick blanket in the carriage, aren't you afraid of it catching fire?"

Pei Huaizhi: "I'm not you!"

When he said this, Pei Huaizhi didn't even raise his eyelids.

Song Qingcheng was too lazy to joke with him anymore. After calming down, she realized that her emotions had been led by Pei Huaizhi throughout the whole process.

Does this person want to quarrel with her...?

The more Song Qingcheng thought about it, the more she felt that this was the case.

She didn't understand, she really didn't understand why Pei Huaizhi did this, but what made her even more angry was...