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

She really misunderstood Pei Huaizhi.

In his previous life, he even tortured himself to death.

Pei Huaizhi also felt a little uneasy in his heart, so he pulled Song Qingcheng into his arms, probably because he loved Changjue.

"sorry!"

Pei Huaizhi's voice was deep.

Song Qingcheng didn't expect Pei Huaizhi to apologize to her.

Pei Huaizhi continued, "Please forgive me, Madam. We have a long way to go."

Song Qingcheng was in Pei Huaizhi's arms, because Pei Huaizhi's chest injury had not yet healed completely as mine had.

And she will be leaving Shangjing soon.

The road ahead is actually not as easy as Pei Huaizhi said, and the future is uncertain.

Arrived at Zhuque Lake.

From a distance, the huge crabapple tree looks like it has no sprouts. On its branches are various wish charms, a brilliant red color. Not only does it not look bleak, but it gives a feeling of prosperity.

"This crabapple tree is about a hundred years old!"

Song Qingcheng looked up at the tall and sturdy crabapple tree, which had witnessed a century.

Pei Huaizhi held Song Qingcheng's hand in his palm and walked from one end of Zhuque Street to the other. The small vendors on the street could feel the tense atmosphere in the entire Shangjing City recently.

But life goes on.

So, when I see people, I shout even harder.

The Spring Festival had passed a long time ago, but there were still people selling lanterns. Pei Haizhi picked up a lantern that looked like a little fox and handed it to Song Qingcheng.

Song Qingcheng held the lifelike little fox in her hand and felt that Pei Huaizhi seemed to have done it on purpose.

She couldn't laugh or cry.

"It's still early for the sun to set."

"I just think he looks quite similar to you!"

"Madam, your husband is praising you, madam. Is he praising you for your intelligence and beauty?"

The lantern vendor's words were as sweet as honey. He kept praising Song Qingcheng and trying his best to sell her products, which made Song Qingcheng feel a little embarrassed.

Song Qingcheng raised a charming smile and asked cunningly, "Husband, is this what you mean?"

Pei Huaizhi was clear-headed and reserved. She didn't believe that he would answer according to her words.

Who knew that Pei Huaizhi seemed to have changed his temperament. The smile on his lips gradually deepened, "That's exactly what I meant!"

Song Qingcheng originally wanted to tease Pei Huaizhi, but who knew that no matter what time it was, she was no match for Pei Huaizhi.

Song Qingcheng said angrily, "..............Please, pay the money!"

Pei Huaizhi, "Yes, sir!"

Song Qingcheng blushed, "Pei Huaizhi, you......"

It must have been a long time since I’ve seen this kind of young couple getting along with each other. I was watching them with great interest, as if I was enjoying watching spectacles.

Even when Pei Huaizhi took out the silver from his purse, he didn't react.

"Stall owner!"

Pei Huaizhi called out several times before the stall owner came back to his senses. He took the silver from Pei Huaizhi's hand with both hands and thanked him repeatedly, "Thank you, Master Gu, thank you, Master! I wish you and your aunt will always live in harmony and grow old together!"

Pei Huaizhi nodded slightly.

Song Qingcheng was holding the little fox lantern, lowering her head, looking at the clever designs on the lantern.

"My dear master, I think your purse is really ugly. There is a Hua Xiang Rong on the street ahead. The things there are the best in the whole of Shangjing. They are new and elegant, and they are a perfect match for you. Why don't you take your wife to the Hua Xiang Rong to have a look?"

The stall owner recommended with a smile.

Song Qingcheng was looking carefully at the lantern in her hand, but when she heard what the stall owner said, she couldn't help but blush. He was talking about reality, so she had no reason to be angry.

After all, the stall owner is still enthusiastic about promoting it.

He is also a connoisseur!

Song Qingcheng had no choice but to pretend that she didn't hear it.

Pei Huaizhi looked down at Song Qingcheng and saw that her little ears were a little red. It turned out that this little girl was also shy.

He pinched Song Qingcheng's palm.

He pulled the corner of his lips soothingly and turned his head...

Pei Huaizhi's face didn't reveal anything. "Thank you, stall owner. I think it looks great."

The stall owner scratched his head and looked at the purse again. It was really...well...something hard to describe. It was totally unsuitable for this nobleman.

Maybe it's because the nobles have different preferences from those of ordinary people like them.

But to be different, she found a wife who was extremely beautiful. She had been in Zhuque Street for half her life, but she had never seen such a beautiful woman.

The stall owner shook his head. Perhaps people like them really didn't understand the world of nobles.

After Song Qingcheng and Pei Huaizhi walked away, the stall owner looked at their backs and seemed to suddenly remember something.

Then he slapped himself on the mouth a few times, "Let you...hiss hiss hiss...let you be the mouth...let you talk too much, luckily my master doesn't care about this"

The stall owner acted like this only because he suddenly remembered where the purse on that noble man came from and why it looked so valuable.

It looks like it was embroidered by my wife!

Pei Huaizhi held Song Qingcheng's hand and continued walking forward.

Song Qingcheng secretly glanced at the purse on Pei Huaizhi's waist. This was not an embarrassment to Pei Huaizhi, it was clearly an embarrassment to Song Qingcheng herself.

She had already said that Pei Huaizhi should change one.

I don’t know what Pei Huaizhi is thinking, and I don’t agree with it.

"Let's get back to the carriage!"

Song Qingcheng asked Pei Huaizhi, "We have walked so far. If we continue walking, I am afraid it will be bad for our wounds."

Pei Huaizhi, "I'm not that fragile."

Song Qingcheng, "I know, but I don't want to let you rest more. After all, the situation is special now. It's safer for you to recover sooner rather than later."

"it is good!"

Pei Huaizhi became obedient.

The carriage was not far behind the two people. Pei Huaizhi waved his hand and the carriage came to their side.

Two men got into the carriage.

To be frank, she didn't feel it outside, but when two people were in the same environment, Song Qingcheng would feel a little awkward for some reason.

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

Now, can we say that the misunderstanding between the two people has been resolved? Should we tell Pei Huaizhi?

Song Qingcheng secretly glanced at Pei Huaizhi, not knowing what to say.

Because, now Pei Huaizhi has no obligation to bear everything that Pei Huaizhi experienced in his previous life.

This feeling is very complicated.

It feels like a person can never step into the same river twice.

He is Pei Huaizhi and not Pei Huaizhi.

Pei Huaizhi, "Think carefully about what you need in the next half month and have someone prepare it for you."

Song Qingcheng nodded.

In fact, there is no need to thank for anything. As long as there is money and enough money, most of the problems can be solved.