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

"it's me!"

Pei Huaizhi's characteristic cold voice came from the darkness.

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng fell silent. This was the first time the two had met since their marriage consummation.

Where did this guy come from?

She was totally unconscious.

In the dark, Song Qingcheng couldn't see Pei Huaizhi's face clearly, but she thought it shouldn't be a big deal.

No one knows what happened to this person these days.

When the candlelight came on, it was just as Song Qingcheng had expected.

Song Qingcheng lit the candles and walked to the window, complaining, "I've told you so many times, this guy is so scary, don't be so quiet in the future."

Pei Huaizhi raised his eyebrows. Song Qingcheng was indeed not an ordinary girl.

He thought that no matter what happened, it would be embarrassing to meet again after they had a relationship.

But Song Qingcheng's expression was indeed no different from before. She wasn't shy at all, and of course not angry either.

Pei Huaizhi suddenly felt a little depressed.

Could it be that the girl in front of me regarded what happened before as a fleeting romance?

He remembered what Wei Shao had said to him, saying that he was boring!

He shook his head, somewhat helpless. When did he start to worry about gains and losses?

But the more I don't want to think, the more questions arise in my mind.

He even thought that maybe he really didn't control himself well last time and hurt her.

It made her uncomfortable and left her with psychological trauma!

He really has no experience or skills in that area.

...........!

Song Qingcheng saw Pei Huaizhi in a daze, which was rare in the past.

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

"Pei Huaizhi, what are you doing?"

Song Qingcheng called out.

Pei Huaizhi came back to his senses and asked without thinking, "Are you feeling comfortable?"

The question really made Song Qingcheng completely confused.

After not seeing him for a few days, she began to suspect that Pei Huaizhi had encountered some difficult problems.

Now it seems that she feels like she has found the answer.

Did Pei Huaizhi hurt his brain? What's the point of being comfortable or not!

She has been feeling very comfortable!!!

Pei Huaizhi saw that Song Qingcheng didn't understand what was going on in bed, and there were servants present.

He also lost his interest in making his hobbies public.

"With things!"

Pei Huaizhi said the last sentence.

There is still a long way to go, wait until everything is settled.

At that time, I had time to ask Song Qingcheng for advice.

Song Qingcheng felt that Pei Huaizhi's mind was just like the weather in June, changing at any time! ! !

Sometimes I can guess it, sometimes I can’t!

A man's heart is as deep as the sea. What the ancients said is true!

But he didn't come back quietly. He came back early, but she didn't notice.

With one more person in the room, Song Qingcheng actually slept even more soundly.

This is what it means to be sold while sleeping, I wonder who the other person is!!!

Speaking of which, being unprepared for this is a bit slow.

Song Qingcheng saw that Pei Huaizhi didn't say anything, as if she knew what he was thinking.

After all, it was clearly written on Pei Huaizhi's handsome face.

"Isn't this our own home? Do we still need to be on guard?"

Song Qingcheng blinked her big, watery eyes, looked at Pei Huaizhi innocently and replied?

Indeed!!! What Song Qingcheng said also makes sense.

Pei Huaizhi was rarely speechless. If that was the case, what she said did make sense.

At this time, the maids came in when they were helping me wash.

When I pushed the door open and came in, I was surprised to see Pei Huaizhi. "Sir, you haven't appeared for a long time."

How come you suddenly appear here?

Moreover, they had no idea when the Shangshu came in.

This was their fault, and they had been guarding outside the door the whole time, but no one came in.

Now is not the time to think about this, it is more important to keep your job!

"Please forgive me, sir!"

The maids apologized one after another, saying it was their negligence.

"It's okay, just do what you need to do."

If this kind of thing happened in other aristocratic families, these maids might have lost their lives long ago.

Several maids bowed to thank Pei Huaizhi, and without delay, they dressed Song Qingcheng gently and skillfully.

It took half a quarter of an hour to finish washing and dressing.

It was still pitch black outside, as if the world was about to end.

Pei Huaizhi leaned against the window.

Song Qingcheng liked the view outside the window the most, so even in the inner room, there was a window.

The floor heating was relit in the house.

Pei Huaizhi only wore a long blue cloth gown, which was a very ordinary piece of fabric that the dignitaries in the capital would not bother to wear.

After all, human nature has been like this since ancient times, respect the clothes first and then respect the person.

However, this law is not applicable to Pei Huaizhi, simply because Pei Huaizhi himself is dazzling enough.

Song Qingcheng is also very beautiful, otherwise she would not be worthy of the title of the most beautiful woman in Shangjing.

The difference between Pei Huaizhi and Song Qingcheng is that Pei Huaizhi seems to have no awareness of his own appearance, and he doesn't know how useful his enchanting face can be if he wants to use it.

This is good, at least I won’t harm others casually.

The snow outside was still falling heavily. It was already as thick as half a leg, and there was still no sign of stopping.

Fortunately, Song Qingcheng had let the cat out of the bag before, and then he dreamt about his past life.

He asked someone to investigate Song Qingcheng and found out that Song Qingcheng had monopolized the charcoal in Shangjing and surrounding areas since the beginning of the year.

It can be confirmed that there will be unusual phenomena on this day. Even though it is the beginning of spring, it will probably be cold.

So he arranged for Wu Songsong to secretly transport a large amount of cotton clothes and charcoal that he had purchased in a place farther away from the capital to the canyon.

If not, the army would be in danger.

"How long will this snow last?"

Pei Huaizhi asked casually, looking outside.

Even with candles lit in the room, it was hard to see the expression clearly.

Song Qingcheng hesitated whether to say it or not, because she didn't know that Pei Huaizhi already knew the secret she had been hiding.

But he only hesitated for a while, perhaps Pei Huaizhi had some plans.

This strange heavy snow and cold wave has not happened in a hundred years. Maybe the Imperial Observatory's astronomical instrument will start to smoke by now.

Although Song Qingcheng doesn't know any divination techniques, she has a golden finger.

Song Qingcheng felt that Pei Huaizhi might really have something important to do. As his wife, they were in the same boat and should always travel together.

She walked to the window and pretended to observe the celestial phenomena.

Pei Huaizhi watched her acting, and calmly raised his eyebrows. When he spoke, his tone was sincere, "Manman, could it be that you also know the mysterious arts?"

Song Qingcheng had no idea what those mysterious things were, but she was just trying to find a reasonable basis for what she was going to say next.