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

I don’t know when it started, but Pei Huaizhi’s bottom line has been getting lower and lower. Probably from the very beginning, he had no bottom line for Song Qingcheng.

A new New Year’s Eve dinner was soon set up on the table outside.

But Song Qingcheng would rather eat with these girls, which is much more interesting than being with Pei Huaizhi. After eating, they can play mahjong together and stay up all night. It makes her happy just thinking about it. But now it seems that it is not possible.

In consideration of the child's plans, the nanny originally had two tables in the outer room, one for Song Qingcheng and Pei Huai, and the other for Dongmei and the others at a newly added small table.

But the nanny would never allow it. She took out all the picture books from the bottom of the box, waiting for her daughter and son-in-law to have sex after drinking. With such a beautiful scenery and delicious food and wine, the uncle saw that his brothers and sisters were coming.

Originally she thought that her son-in-law would not be able to come back during the New Year, but now that he was back he certainly could not become a stumbling block to the development of their relationship, so she sent all the maids in Chunhe Hall away, not even leaving a single maid to serve them.

Song Qingcheng saw through Mammy's thoughts and shook her head helplessly, "Mammy, isn't this a bit too much! Everything has its own destiny, and you can't force it!"

The nanny tapped Song Qingcheng's eyebrows, thinking that Song Qingcheng was worried that it was because of her that she had not gotten pregnant after a year of marriage. "Miss, don't be discouraged. This matter is not about fate. Man can conquer nature."

Finally, he squeezed Song Qingcheng's hand again and said, "Old slave, study the things I gave you a few days ago with your son-in-law. Study them and all problems will be solved."

After all, she was an experienced person, and when the nanny said this, there was no embarrassment on her face.

But Song Qingcheng didn't think there was anything wrong with her. After all, she had both a son and a daughter in her previous life.

It's not that she can't have a baby, it's that she doesn't want to! It's not that she doesn't like children, but she is not ready to be tied down by children.

Besides, with Pei Huaizhi's superb medical skills, if he really wanted to, he could probably artificially intervene to give birth to a dozen children.

Song Qingcheng's mind suddenly flashed with the image of a dozen men and women surrounding her and calling her "mother", and she was instantly frightened.

How could she have such a horrible idea!

Stop! Stop! Such a terrible idea, I must stop it.

The nanny said with a smile, "Nanny can only help the girl up to this point!" This is the obsession of the older generation, and Song Qingcheng felt it was harmless to hear it said a few times.

She even felt that the nanny was old and was tied up in some things, so she always felt empty when she had no time to spare.

So she indulged Nanny, letting her feel that she still had a lot of unfinished things, so that she could stay with her longer.

Just as the nanny fell asleep, Pei Huaizhi finished washing up and walked out. He was wearing a moon-white brocade robe and a moon-white waist belt with auspicious cloud patterns. His black hair was tied up like brocade, and he wore a white jade and silver crown of the same style. He was tall and slender, with a face as beautiful as a painting. He was handsome and unrestrained, yet exuded a noble and cold arrogance.

Song Qingcheng looked at Pei Huaizhi. What was Pei Huaizhi going to do at this late hour? However, since there was such a beautiful woman to appreciate, there was no need to waste it.

Song Qingcheng had never seen Pei Huaizhi's appearance before, but Pei Huaizhi was usually very casual, and today's outfit was obviously something he had dressed up deliberately.

Except for the day of his wedding, Song Qingcheng had never seen Pei Huaizhi dressed so formally.

This is so unlike Pei Huaizhi! Song Qingcheng felt that Pei Huaizhi must have been stimulated by something, so he spread his feathers like a peacock.

Mo Mo, who was beside Song Qingcheng, smiled happily. She felt that the son-in-law was obviously trying to please her daughter, which was a good sign.

He smiled and retreated, leaving Pei Huaizhi and Song Qingcheng alone.

Song Qingcheng, "..............."

"Master Pei, are you going to a beauty pageant?"

Song Qingcheng's tone was light, but Pei Huaizhi still heard the teasing meaning in it.

Pei Huaizhi was used to it, and glanced at her, "After today it's the New Year, this person must have some new look!" As he said that, he took the wine pot and poured himself a glass of wine. He paused for a few breaths and said something shocking, "Madam, don't you like it? I just saw that Madam's eyes were quite amazed."

It was discovered!

Song Qingcheng, "................."

Everyone loves beauty, and she is not a saint.

Although Song Qingcheng was choked, she pretended to be calm and cleared her throat, "Master Pei, looking at you from this angle, is indeed quite good-looking, not inferior to Young Master Mingyue from Qingfeng Pavilion on Zhuque Street. No, no, you are even more elegant than Young Master Mingyue."

Mr. Mingyue of Qingfeng Pavilion is a prostitute who sells his art but not his body, and is the dream lover of many girls in the capital.

Once, when a foreign envoy brought the princess of his country to Wei, the princess fell in love with Master Mingyue at first sight, and spent a huge sum of money to bring him back to her country to be her consort.

Later, Young Master Mingyue tried to commit suicide and was unwilling to leave his homeland. He used suicide and disfigurement as a bargaining chip, which made the princess feel so distressed that she did not force him.

This matter caused a sensation in Shangjing and aroused strong protests from the ladies in the boudoirs of Shangjing. This was their spiritual support which allowed them to see the man by spending some money.

Although the most handsome man in Shangjing is Pei Huaizhi, the third master of Peiguo Mansion, he only has an exquisite face but is not interested in women. The girls in Shangjing have thought of ways, such as staging a kidnapping scene when Pei Huaizhi passes by, but Pei Huaizhi didn't even raise his eyelids, and directly hurt the girls' fragile hearts.

It seemed like a purse had just fallen at Pei Huaizhi's feet, but Pei Huaizhi not only did not pick it up for the girl, but instead walked over to her with the purse.

This is not a trampled purse, it is clearly the loving heart of the girl that has been trodden into pieces.

There are many, many cases where the elders at home make indirect comments, such as someone sending a handkerchief, someone meeting someone by chance, someone sending an umbrella on the Broken Bridge.

The main thing is that Pei Huaizhi not only has a great appearance, but also has a promising future. Under all these conditions, he is exactly the same as the fantasy of a husband in her heart! ! ! !

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Such things happened one after another, and Pei Huaizhi regarded them all as tricks.

From then on, Pei Huaizhi became a figure that the girls in Shangjing could only admire from afar and not touch. Later, word spread in Shangjing that Pei Huaizhi, the most handsome man in Shangjing, did not like women, but liked men.