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

Song Qingcheng blinked her eyes, wondering if this guy was angry again.

How come she didn't notice it before?

Seeing that Pei Huaizhi really didn't want to talk anymore, Song Qingcheng sat back down.

With a "click", Pei Huaizhi sighed.

Song Qingcheng heard the noise and looked over in confusion.

Pei Huaizhi said helplessly, "Look at the sleeping lady. Her husband is stuffed with four women, but she is so indifferent. Can't you be a little jealous?"

Men who were once like flowers in their prime, have now learned to lower their posture?

Song Qingcheng thought in disbelief, not knowing what had changed.

"say?"

It’s not that Song Qingcheng didn’t want to say it, she just didn’t know how to say it.

Why is she jealous!

Those four beauties couldn't affect her at all, so it wasn't worth it to cause trouble for herself.

"I don't like sour food, so I don't like vinegar either!"

Song Qingcheng said angrily.

Pei Huaizhi looked at his wife with a lively look in her eyes and suddenly spoke.

"Manman, can you try to like me?"

Pei Huaizhi's voice was faint, and if you didn't listen carefully, you might not be able to hear it.

But Song Qingcheng happened to hear it, which made her a little helpless for a moment.

The word "like" seems to be as heavy as a thousand pounds in her life, like a life.

It was something she never dared to touch again.

Whenever I think about it, I feel heartbroken.

Song Qingcheng no longer needs this word that only drains her energy in her life.

She doesn't need it anymore.

She lowered her eyes and suppressed her emotions. When she looked up at Pei Huaizhi, there was nothing unusual about him.

"I am willing to treat Minister Pei with respect like an ordinary couple."

It was rare for Song Qingcheng to speak seriously.

There is nothing wrong with treating each other with respect.

Song Qingcheng changed her mind. She had previously thought that she would wait until the situation was stable and then find a reason to divorce Pei Huaizhi.

But now she thought that there seemed to be nothing wrong in maintaining the status quo.

At the same time, Pei Huaizhi heard what Song Qingcheng said. Although he felt a little disappointed, he felt that it was fortunate that Song Qingcheng was willing to be her husband.

That was much better than the situation before when she wanted to divorce him. This was a good sign. Pei Huaizhi stared at Song Qingcheng in front of him, and an indescribable feeling surged in his heart.

He wanted to say something in the end.

In the end, he still responded softly, "Okay!" There was an imperceptible tenderness in his voice.

Pei Huaizhi didn't know what to say.

"Then help me out to get some fresh air!"

Pei Huaizhi couldn't get up before, but now he can get out of bed and take a few steps.

But you still need someone to support you.

Song Qingcheng said "oh" and thought to herself that she would hurry up and deal with that matter once Pei Huaizhi got better.

She half supported Pei Huaizhi. Pei Huaizhi had been lying in bed for a long time due to physical reasons and had not walked on the ground, so his legs were a little weak and he could hardly stand. When he tried to take the first step, he felt a sense of weakness surge in his heart, as if his whole body had lost its center of gravity.

"Slow down, can you?"

"It works!"

Standing under the corridor.

"The winter jasmine has sprouted! Winter is almost over!"

Pei Huaizhi looked at the branches in the distance where green buds had sprouted and tender yellow flower buds were about to exude fragrance.

"What a pity! I'm afraid this spring scenery will soon be drowned in the coming storm."

Song Qingcheng followed Pei Huaizhi's gaze and spoke subconsciously.