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

"Do you really think so?"

Song Qingcheng looked at Pei Huaizhi gently and nodded again. She couldn't understand why Pei Huaizhi didn't agree faster. Didn't he like Xie Wanning very much?

Look at this performance, it doesn't look like it!

Pei Huaizhi looked into those eyes, which were clearly black and white. There was confusion and worry in them, but there was no trace of affection for him.

Memories of childhood mixed with Song Qingcheng's nonchalant words just now came flooding back.

"Ah!"

He sneered, and something in his eyes seemed to disappear with the sneer.

Shuqi, who was standing aside, groaned bitterly. He hadn't seen Pei Huaizhi laugh like this for a long time.

A bit creepy!

At the same time, he did not forget to break into a cold sweat for Song Qingcheng, and he was sweating profusely in his heart, "Aunt, please say less. Why did you provoke him? Can't you see that the adults don't want to hear it?"

But he didn't dare say it out loud, and just kept winking at Song Qingcheng beside him.

I hope she can understand. But this person doesn't even look at him.

Song Qingcheng continued to speak, "However, Third Master still has to agree to one condition of mine. After all, I am Third Master's legitimate wife. If Third Master wants to take my cousin into his room, he must agree. He cannot go beyond my control at any time. I am a concubine and the rules cannot be broken. Unless we divorce and part ways, then I can't control what Third Master wants."

What? She still wants a divorce!

Let's go our separate ways...

Let's go our separate ways...

The implication of her words was that she was threatening him, which was really nice of her.

Pei Huaizhi heard bursts of roaring sounds in his ears. Every word Song Qingcheng said was like an ice spike piercing his limbs and bones. This unspeakable pain was indescribable and he didn't know how to describe it with words. His face, which was already pale due to excessive blood loss, became even more bloodless.

She didn't believe that Song Qingcheng was really so generous and relieved.

She was the one who provoked him first, and now she wants to get away with it?

There is no one in this world who can provoke him and get away with it.

He really wanted to pry open Song Qingcheng's head and see what was inside.

"Third Master?"

Song Qingcheng gave a reminder.

The man's face was cold. As Song Qingcheng's words fell, the blood in his heart that he had forced himself to suppress could no longer be suppressed, and he finally spat out a mouthful of blood.

The spots of blood were somewhat horrifying.

"grown ups"

"cousin!"

Everyone cried out in surprise, and the servant beside them quickly stepped forward and supported Pei Huaizhi, fearing that Pei Huaizhi would faint again after waking up and hit the wound on his chest.

Servant: What’s going on?

The relationship between the Lord and the Lady is confusing.

Seeing Pei Huaizhi like this, Song Qingcheng couldn't help but take a step forward, and opened her mouth a few times, thinking of Shuqi's words, Pei Huaizhi has not passed the danger period. The words rolled around her lips for a few times, and finally she swallowed them.

Pei Huaizhi didn't care at all, as if he wasn't the one vomiting blood. He just raised his well-knotted fingers and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth as if it didn't matter. His sharp eyes nailed Song Qingcheng's steps to the spot, and he said word by word:

"Song Qingcheng, forget it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Huaizhi coughed twice and said in a deep voice.

"Get off!"

Song Qingcheng didn't know how she had angered Pei Huaizhi again and made him so unhappy. A man's heart is as unpredictable as the sea. She didn't know if it was an illusion or not. Pei Huaizhi was like a child who couldn't get any candy. He was stubborn and willful, which made her confused and puzzled.

Forget it, considering that he was seriously injured for her, I won’t argue with him and just let her go.

Xie Wan Ning looked at Song Qingcheng with a gloating look in her heart. She felt happy and sneered, "Song Qingcheng, you have come to this day."

Here, Song Qingcheng turned around and was about to leave.

"stop!"

"I didn't say you!"

Pei Huaizhi's weak voice came from behind her again.

Shuqi understood immediately and walked to Xie Wanning's side, "Cousin, please leave first." He still spoke politely, but his tone was unquestionable.

Xie Wan Ning was shaken and poured with a bucket of cold water. She really didn't understand why her cousin could be so indulgent towards Song Qingcheng.

She said pitifully: "Cousin, why do you treat me like this? Did I do something wrong? Please tell me. Besides, you and I have had physical contact. If I go back like this, how will Wan Ning cope with it? It would be better for me to cut my hair and become a nun."

"What kind of physical intimacy? Miss, please don't talk nonsense."

Shuqi stood beside her, obviously even angrier than Pei Huaizhi. "Sir, I didn't do anything to you. How can you say such nonsense?"

The two servants in the distance nodded repeatedly, it was obviously Xie Wanning who took the initiative.

Xie Wanning lowered her head and twisted her handkerchief, as if she had suffered a great injustice. "But everyone saw that it was my cousin who held my hand tightly."

Shuqi was speechless for a moment and couldn't refute.

Song Qingcheng really couldn't see through Pei Huaizhi. At this moment, it was not right for her to leave, nor was it right for her not to leave.

The main thing is that the trip south tomorrow has been decided, and it was an oral order from His Majesty himself. She doesn't dare to go against Pei Huaizhi. What if Pei Huaizhi gets angry and something happens to him, delaying the trip? Then she will be truly worthy of the title of "Femme Fatale".

Therefore, Song Qingcheng sat obediently on the armchair in the study and thought seriously for the first time whether Pei Huaizhi liked his cousin or not.

If he was so resistant, why did he let Xie Wan Ning be his second wife in his previous life?

The problem is now a bit tricky.

Pei Huaizhi glanced at Song Qingcheng coldly.

For some reason, Song Qingcheng felt a little guilty and actually looked at Pei Huaizhi in a flattering manner.

Pei Huaizhi remained silent, and the atmosphere in the entire study became somewhat cold.

All she could hear was Xie Wan Ning's sobbing. If she hadn't seen Xie Wan Ning's two faces in her previous life, she would have been extremely distressed by now.

But Pei Huaizhi didn't know.

"Yes, this hand?"

Pei Huaizhi's cold voice finally sounded, but it was such a confusing sentence.

Xie Wanning suppressed the gleam in her eyes and said pitifully:

"Yes"

After getting the reply, Pei Huaizhi nodded.

Then he ordered Shuqi, "Go get a dagger!"

Shuqi, "My lord!"

"go with!"

Pei Huaizhi's tone brooks no room for argument!

"Cousin, what do you want to do?"

Xie Wan Ning looked at Pei Huaizhi in a panic, thinking of what had just happened in the morning. She heard that the Tatar envoy was still talking the moment before, and his head fell to the ground the next moment!

At this moment, my cousin would not want to kill her to silence her!

Will not!

As soon as this thought came to my mind, I denied it in an instant.

In a moment, Shuqi came back with a dagger.

"grown ups!"

Pei Huaizhi took the sharp dagger!

Without waiting for everyone’s reaction!