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

Pei Huaizhi simply put the document in his hand aside, slightly closed his beautiful phoenix eyes, raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, forcibly erasing the desire deep in his eyes.

Never mind. Tonight is not the right time, so I'll just let her go.

Who could have known that he and her had been married for so long and yet had not consummated their marriage.

After all, the study was not a place she was familiar with, and there was a familiar stranger lying outside. She felt a little embarrassed when she thought about it, so she tried her best to control the sound of water during the bath to avoid embarrassment. But perhaps it was too quiet around her. No matter how careful she was, she still felt that the sound of the bath was too loud, so she gave up. She had to take a quick bath, wrung her hair with cotton cloth to dry the water droplets, and changed into the Xiangyun silk dress that the maid had just prepared for her.

Although the two were already married, in his previous life, Pei Huaizhi was mostly busy with government affairs, and they did not meet very often. So Pei Huaizhi was truly a familiar stranger to her. So, without being pretentious, Song Qingcheng looked down and felt that his clothes were very conservative and decent, so she left the bathroom.

At the same time, Pei Huaizhi just recited the Qingxin Jue silently several times in his heart, and only then did he suppress the restlessness that was about to arise.

He had no idea that she could influence him to this extent.

Pei Huaizhi sighed helplessly. He looked up unconsciously. Song Qingcheng just came out of the side room. She had a broad waist, but her hair was curvy. Her black hair was like silk, with only a red ribbon tied loosely behind her head. The soft and tender young lady was dressed very conservatively, but she made him feel a complex, pure and charming style.

This unconscious temptation was even more deadly, and it violently attacked his reason. Just as he suppressed the monster, it wanted to break free and escape from the cage.

She didn't know what this would lead to.

Song Qingcheng, however, was not aware of the increasingly dangerous atmosphere around her. She sorted out the items on the Arhat bed by herself, preparing to spend the night on the Arhat bed. Moreover, the Arhat bed was neither too far nor too close to Pei Huaizhi's bed, so they would not disturb each other and it would be convenient for her to observe Pei Huaizhi's condition.

But then again, although Pei Huaizhi looked very pale, he was in good spirits, and not at all as serious as Shuqi said. She felt that she must have been deceived by Shuqi.

He really couldn't understand Shuqi's intention in doing this.

Song Qingcheng packed up everything and wanted to turn around and ask Pei Huaizhi if he had any instructions so that she could rest after work. She was a little tired after the day. But when she turned around, she suddenly found that the aura emanating from Pei Huaizhi was a little bit off.

what happened?

She didn't think about anything else, but just thought about what Pei Huaizhi had told her before. Could it be that the wound didn't cause the fever, but made people go crazy?

The man in front of him had a pair of bottomless phoenix eyes that seemed to contain a huge storm that wanted to sweep people away. Even his cold and hard Adam's apple rolled slightly as his gaze followed, and he looked a little painful.

Song Qingcheng stepped forward and asked cautiously, "Third Master, are you okay? Do you need...?"

Before she could finish the rest of her words, her wrist was suddenly grabbed tightly by the man.

Song Qingcheng was caught off guard, and with a scream of "Ah!", she couldn't keep her balance and pounced towards Pei Huaizhi.

She was afraid of touching the wound on his chest, so she tried to stop herself, but it was too late.

This soft and gentle cry further stimulated people's evil thoughts of bullying the weak.

Pei Huaizhi's palms were slightly hot. He lowered his eyes slightly, and his long black eyelashes seemed to sweep across her face.

After all, Song Qingcheng had been his wife for more than ten years in her previous life. This dangerous aura awakened the familiarity of the affairs between men and women in her previous life.

"Pei Huaizhi!"

Alarm bells were ringing in her mind! Song Qingcheng felt like she was being stared at by the wolf king, who wanted to eat her.

There is a huge disparity in strength between men and women. Pei Huaizhi pulled lightly, and Song Qingcheng fell directly into Pei Huaizhi's arms.

"Woo!"

Apparently, it hit the wound on Pei Huaizhi's chest. Pei Huaizhi groaned, but did not let Song Qingcheng go.

Softness clings to hardness, and the sense of touch is infinitely magnified by feeling.

Song Qingcheng's face was red as blood. She wanted to get up, but her whole body was half lying on Pei Huaizhi's chest. Although she was dressed tightly, she forgot that summer clothes were thin, and this action made the contact between the two parts more sensitive.

"do not move!"

Pei Huaizhi's hoarse and low voice penetrated into Song Qingcheng's ears, and the cold pine wood scent on the top of his head filled every pore of her body.

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng dared not move at all. She struggled to maintain this strange posture and said in a trembling voice: "Third Master, the doctor said that you need to rest for your injury!"

"Um"

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Pei Huaizhi would take his wound into consideration and not do anything rash. However, there was not even time to take a breath.

The aura of Pei Huaizhi became more and more dangerous. Song Qingcheng looked up and happened to meet Pei Huaizhi's sight. She felt that her heart was burned by those eyes full of desire.

I have a bad feeling.

As expected, with deep affection and desire, Pei Huaizhi directly opened his thin lips, and his tone was full of conquest, "I want you!"

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng's mind was completely broken. She was very flustered and said incoherently: "Can you do it?"

As soon as these words came out, Song Qingcheng clearly felt that Pei Huaizhi's aura became even more arrogant.

She hurriedly explained, "I... I didn't mean that." She cursed herself inwardly for not thinking before speaking and making things worse.

Her original intention was that Pei Huaizhi was injured and not suitable for strenuous exercise.

But as soon as I said it, it changed its meaning.

Pei Huaizhi completely ignored the wound on his chest and the hand on his hand, and used his other hand to lift Song Qingcheng's body upwards.

“I think it’s OK!”

Pei Huaizhi's cold breath sprayed on Song Qingcheng's neck, ready to strike.

"Madam, I've given you so much time, I don't have much patience anymore. I don't care who you like in your heart. Since you have married me, I am Pei Huai's person, so... we should consummate our marriage!"

"Besides, Manman, I am not a gentleman!"

Song Qingcheng felt that she was trapped in a web of fate. She felt suffocated and desperate because she could not control her fate. She had no reason to refuse Pei Huaizhi, but she was unwilling to do so.

At this moment, a noisy quarrel suddenly came from outside the study!