Did Madam Draw Her Sword Today?

Copywriting: [The entire text has been revised, and the plot content has been changed. For a complete reading experience, please support the genuine version! The ancient version of Mr. And Mrs. Smith! ! ! Feng Shiyi was a killer. After all the hard work, she got married like an ordinary person. Her husband, Yu Ming, is a teacher with a handsome appearance and a gentle personality. He is also considerate and caring to her on weekdays. When Feng Shiyi was enjoying the wonderful married life, his old man came to visit. In order to repay the promise she had made, she decided to make one last order. Late at night, the place where fireworks take place. Feng Shiyi, who was dressed in black, saw her husband who had just said on the couch that he was tired and wanted to rest, and the person she wanted to kill was respectful and groveling to her husband. Feng Shiyi was shocked. No wonder he declined her every night and said he was tired. It turned out that all his energy was spent on the fireworks in Liuxiang. Feng Shishi refused to kill anyone and turned around to find the rope. She would tie him to the bed and force him to drink medicine until he couldn't get off the bed. That night, the always calm man's face turned red. Just when he was trying to stay awake and trying to remember when he was drugged, the door was pushed open, and his wife stood outside the door, holding a piece of red silk in her hand, with a bright face. "Husband, what's wrong? Your face is so red, is it because you have fever?" The next day, the boy was horrified to find that the bed he spent a lot of money on in the main room collapsed. Reading guide: 1. The male and female protagonists have vests, but they are all in the past. 2. There will be no female competition, there will be no bad green tea female partners, only males will compete! —————————— [The next book will be "Tangled with Golden Boughs", and there is also the completed text "My Wife's Compassion". The text is in the column, so feel free to read it! Intention: Spring passes and autumn comes, but my heart remains the same