Looking at Kong Zhishu's faint expression, Su Wanniang frowned slightly, "Are you already a suspicious person in your heart?" ”

"I didn't say it~" Kong Zhishu swept Su Wanniang's face with the end of Su Wanniang's hair and smiled faintly, "Take a lunch break with me, I haven't slept well for several days~"

"I'm not sleepy! Or are you lying on my lap? Lie like I just did? Su Wanniang shook her head, she didn't feel tired even after sleeping for several days.

As for Kong Zhishu, she heard what Chang Guidong said, as soon as she came back, Chang Guidong found the right time to complain to her, saying that since he was kidnapped, Kong Zhishu's face has been gloomy and black, always giving people a terrible illusion like lightning and thunder in the next second.

That's it, at night, without her, he didn't rest well, and he spent the whole night practicing sword with Chang Guidong, a person who had just become a family, and he practiced for most of the night, but who knows who is the best kung fu person in the Shenying Village? Isn't it Kong Zhishu himself, so practicing sword and martial arts with him is only beaten by him!

"No, I'll just rest for a while, you lie on my lap like just now, don't worry, I'll hold you, even if you fall asleep, I won't let you fall." Kong Zhishu patted the back of Su Wanniang's hand as he spoke, urging her to lie back, he liked the feeling just now, watching her cross Erlang's legs carefree, closing her eyes and believing in him.

"You're a quirk!" Su Wanniang flattened her mouth but still lay back obediently, still with her fat legs quite comfortably shaking with the bumps of the carriage forward, but her eyes were open, and she didn't need to turn, so her eyes naturally looked at Kong Zhishu's face.

Seeing this, Kong Zhishu hooked the corners of his lips with great satisfaction, lowered his head and pressed her lips lightly, and with a slight peck like a dragonfly, he leaned on the wall again, and closed his eyes.

Su Wanniang touched her lips and smiled silently, in fact, seeing Kong Zhishu like this, she knew that he must already have a suspicion of a spy, the reason why she didn't say it was because he was just suspicious, and he wasn't sure yet, Kong Zhishu was such a person who was not sure and would not easily express his doubts.

Because, he really wants to trust everyone in the God Camp.

Su Wanniang thought that she could understand this kind of mood, a person who had been betrayed, and she had to beware of a place she trusted everywhere, she was very tired, and her heart would be sad.

After all, many people who came up the mountain this time had old friendships with Su Luo, and all of them were people who Kong Zhishu asked people to check all of them, but they didn't expect that someone would still put a spy in.

Time went on, and some people were changing, and Kong Zhishu began to be incomprehensible, so he frowned as soon as he mentioned the spies.

At night, she still stayed in the farmhouse yard, compared to the farmhouse yard and inn, Su Wanniang preferred such an original rural taste, which was quieter, and there was not as much noise as the inn.

However, this is the first night of a small couple!

From the beginning of eating, Su Wanniang felt that Kong Zhishu's eyes were becoming more and more unfathomable when she looked at her, although she did not stop the act of serving her vegetables, but the number of times she looked at her was obviously more than before, and she always hooked the corners of her lips, even laughing when eating!

After eating, Kong Zhishu also pulled Su Wanniang around the small village, looking at the stars and the moon, and said for a while that this tree is really beautiful, Su Wanniang turned around, and was immediately stunned, how beautiful can a tree that has been cut down and has half of the remaining stake look good?

This is not over, and after a while, she pointed to the dark wildflowers on the side of the road and said that they were so fragrant, at the moment, Su Wanniang was very suspicious that Kong Zhishu was possessed by the ghost of a poor scholar?