The three married husbands are super favorite

Chapter 396 Stalker 11
"Since you know it yourself, it's okay to tell you."

Kong Zhishu glanced at Su Wanniang, as if hesitating whether he should let Su Wanniang know about his threat to Ersha, "Ersha is not a fool, he may be a fake, and he doesn't know where the real one will go, and besides, he There are a lot of dead men, and this kind of dead men are usually the favorite of the royal family. Remember the wolves that night when I was away? The wolves were not killed by the dark guards, but Ersha brought by the dead.”

Su Wanniang thought about it, it seems that this is the case. At the beginning, it was indeed the second fool who came, and the sound of the wolves disappeared. At that time, she thought it was the wolves who saw more than one person in the thatched hut, so they left wisely. !
"Forget it, no matter why the second fool approached me, why he always said he wanted to marry me, it has nothing to do with me in the future." Su Wanniang pursed her lips, sighed again, and let out a hey.

"Didn't I tell you earlier that in this world, there is no other man like me, Kong Zhishu, who has lived with you regardless of appearance or past? I, Kong Zhishu, are naturally kinder than ordinary men." Kong Zhishu couldn't bear it. She started to feel complacent again, thinking to herself, it was really right not to tell Su Wanniang that he threatened Ersha.

Although this is a point of threat, the one who really gave up on Su Wanniang was Erdu himself.

After the two exchanged their hearts, Su Wanniang no longer deliberately concealed her literacy. She knew in her heart that Kong Zhishu must have guessed it, but she didn't ask her.

After all, she missed too many flaws, and if Kong Zhishu didn't ask, it just didn't make her think of those deceptive excuses. To be honest, she didn't have the courage to tell Kong Zhishu that she was not the original Su Wanniang. She's babbling like crazy.

In the afternoon, Su Wanniang sorted out the paper and pens she bought in the town, and while Kong Zhishu was on her lunch break, she lay down on the table to draft a draft. Although Fengyue Building was burned down, Fengyue Building still had to be redecorated. Draw her furniture early, and you can exchange money when you finish it, and then you can try the plum house that Mr. Mei asked for. Although Kong Zhishu is not short of money, Su Wanniang does not want to be the kind of woman who asks men for every penny. .

At least, she needs to be financially independent, instead of relying on Kong Zhishu to be a parasite on Kong Zhishu's body.

After the beginning of spring, the whole village began to get busy. Even on the thatched cottage side, more and more villagers passed by one after another. All of them were carrying baskets and hoes, and they were going to go up the mountain to spend a whole winter deserted. Replant food and vegetables on the ground.

Kong Zhishu and Su Wanniang are only in this thatched cottage in this village. There is no land. Su Wanniang and Kong Zhishu are not in a hurry. Su Wanniang does not know how to farm land, so they have never thought about buying land. Kinds of things, and Kong Zhishu, it seems that he has never worried about eating and drinking.

After painting all afternoon, Su Wanniang was resting on the table, and when she heard the sound from the other side of the bed, she turned her head to write a letter, but she didn't intend to put away the manuscript.

"I wasted all afternoon painting these things?" Kong Zhishu put on his outer clothes, went to sit next to Su Wanniang, and snorted, "What are you painting these for?"

"Make money!" Su Wanniang grinned, "How about it! Does the bed I designed look good? And do you know what the long one is called? Do you understand the sofa? It has the same purpose as a chair, but it looks better than a chair, and it is better than a chair to sit on. Comfortable."

Su Wanniang looked like she was about to praise me, and she blinked at Kong Zhishu's face beaming with joy.

Unexpectedly, Kong Zhishu just glanced at her, shook his head, and said in disdain, "It's enough to sleep on the bed. If it looks good, can it be tied to the street for everyone to see? The chair can sit on people. No matter how beautiful it is, you still need to use your buttocks." Sit."

(End of this chapter)