a very dark dark guard

But the future mother-in-law's disapproval still made Wan'er feel uncomfortable.The relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is not good, and Ximen Wuhen is a person who is obsessed with family affection. One day, it will really come to a point where there will be "I have her without her", how will he choose?

Last time the elders disagreed with their marriage, I made the elders 'disappear'.

This time it's Ximen Wuhen's biological mother, so I'm not sure about family affection.

"What are you worrying about? You are always a member of our family. Yun Zhou regards you as a relative, and I do the same. Whether you marry or not, it's all up to you. You can pick any house on this island, whether you want a house or land. There are all of them, and when the worst happens, your retreat is here."

"That's right, it's not that your natal family is empty. You have the boss and the boss's husband to support you, so don't be afraid!"

Wan'er lowered her head, teardrops fell down, and fell into the rice bowl in front of her.

"Don't cry. I cried enough when I came here. If I cry again, my eyes will break. Shouldn't you be happy that I'm not dead?" I put a piece of meat into her bowl.

"Yeah, the boss is not dead, we should be happy, put aside all unhappy things, the boss is here, our backer is there, the boss is invincible."

"How did you learn how to flatter horses? After running an inn for a while, you learned this?"

But speaking of the inn, there was indeed a ready position waiting for her right now.

An inn is also being built in Yong'an City, but there is no shopkeeper.

My goal is to build a resort, starting with a lodge in the woods.

It is perfect for Xiaojiao to be the owner of the homestay.

It will take some time for the supporting facilities to be completed. The coast is not flat now, and it may become more chaotic in the future, so this project can be pushed forward slowly.

Xiaojiao didn't plan to go back this trip, she believed in her heart that I was her boss, she didn't care where she was, she only did things for me.

When she heard the news of my 'death', she bid farewell to Ximen Wuhen, thinking that Ancheng was not her destination, and she wanted to show me the grave.

Such loyal subordinates can only be found in a specific era and a specific social background.

I felt pity, but made it clear that if I really died, she must not show me the grave. I will be cremated and buried at sea. If future generations want to pay homage, just throw a bunch of flowers into the sea.

She has her own life and future, and she may have a family in the future, so it doesn't make sense to reduce the quality of life in order to be loyal.

I don't care about others, only the few around us, I have clearly explained.

Yun Zhou is still acting, so Xiaojiao and Wan'er have to put on a show.

They "seeing things and thinking about people" in the tree house, sad and sad for several days, their hair was not combed, their faces were not washed, and their spirits were depressed.

The guard Jia pretended not to see it anymore, and after a long meal of persuasion, they finally persuaded them to turn their grief and anger into strength and devote themselves to the production and construction of Treasure Island.

My 'last wish' is to build Treasure Island into a bustling metropolis.

They vowed to fulfill my wish, so they freshened up, picked up the plan I left behind, and took on the heavy responsibility of construction.

What Xiaojiao took was the design drawing of the resort, first to build the B&B cabins, and she brought a group of craftsmen to the place I chose to start work.

She used to run an inn in the Devil's Cult, so she had no problem choosing this plan.

Out of the idea of ​​escaping, Wan'er wanted to stay on the island temporarily. On the one hand, Ximen Wuhen urged her to get married quickly, and on the other hand, Mrs. Ying threatened her not to get married. She was caught in the middle of suffering.

I wrote a letter to Ximen Wuhen, asking him to solve his family's problems by himself.

If he wanted to be filial, then Wan'er would stay here and never go back.

If he can do the work of Mrs. Tongying, I will return his wife to him.

Mrs. Ying is not an ordinary housewife. If she doesn't like Wan'er, agrees on the surface, and uses tricks behind her back, Wan'er may encounter various 'accidents' in the future.

Mrs. Ying is not stupid, how could she tear herself apart with Ximen Wuhen and hurt the relationship between mother and child.

In her eyes, Wan'er, who has no father and no mother and mediocre martial arts, is as easy to bully as a kitten.

Mrs. Ying gave me the feeling that she was very ambitious. Her dissatisfaction with Wan'er should not be directed at her, but her identity.

If she was dissatisfied with Wan'er's personality and habits, it would be easy to solve, but the difficulty was that Wan'er couldn't give her what she wanted no matter what.

Unless there is a bloody drama going on right now, saying that Wan'er turns out to be a princess lost among the people of a certain country.

Being found by her father, emperor and mother, she is regarded as a jewel in the palm of her hand, trying her best to make up for the love she has lost these years.

It's a pity that such a thing didn't happen, and from the bottom of my heart, I don't want Wan'er's marriage to be mixed with too many power and interests.

Wan'er has the temperament of reporting good news but not worrying, if Xiaojiao didn't say it, she wouldn't say it even if she killed herself.

When I dealt with the elders of the Demon Cult last time, she was actually very touched. Every time the elders tried to kill me, she would blame herself and feel sad, thinking that it was because of her that I was targeted by the elders.

This time she was forced to be a concubine by Mrs. Ying, so she didn't dare to tell me, because she knew that as long as she said so, I would confront Mrs. Ying.

They all thought that I was Mrs. Ying's daughter, whether it was Ximen Wuhen or me, she didn't want to cause a rift between mother and son and mother and daughter because of her.

There must be something hidden about Yuanshen's life experience, Mrs. Ying knew about it but deliberately concealed it.

Anyway, I know that the original body is not her daughter, and I also said it, but no one believed it, and it was only because I was angry.

In my letter, I reminded Ximen Wuhen that Mrs. Ying has ambitions, and what she plans must be big.

After all these years of disappearance, she knew where her son was and never came to see her, but now she came to her suddenly and helped the Demon Cult that she never cared about grow stronger. Whether she has repented or has other plans is up to him to judge for himself.

Wan'er is still young, I don't want her to get involved in the vortex of power struggle and die inexplicably.

Ximen Wuhen's reply was very brief, he asked me to take good care of Wan'er, and he would take care of everything over there.

After Wan'er and Xiaojiao regained their strength, another guest came to visit the grave on the island.

It's been a long time since we saw each other, but A-Zhao is still the same... soft and beautiful, waving his handkerchief, throwing himself on the grave with small steps and howling.

I thought to myself that you shed two tears, even if you use some chili water, it will be more touching than howling.

Fortunately, he still knows that he is dressed in black, without messy accessories, and has a black velvet flower on his head.

This body makes him even more 'pretty', but his grave-crying skills need to be improved.

"Young Master Yun, my condolences~" He flicked the handkerchief to wipe away the non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes.

Yun Zhou looked up at him, and hummed slightly.

"My master and son-in-law know that Mr. An likes yellow and white things the most, and she will definitely not look down on them if they sacrifice other things to her. You can keep these. Mr. An must be very happy to see them over there..." Ah Zhao Ren has a big addiction to cooking, but his acting skills are average, and he loves to act. He deliberately trembled his lips to look distraught.

But looking at it to me, it seems that I feel like vomiting after eating too much.

I just thought so, he really vomited there!

He ran under the tree and vomited, his face was pale and his forehead was full of sweat.

Wen Mian accompanied him up the mountain, and when he saw this, he quickly asked him what was wrong, if he was sick.

A Zhao shook his head and said, "It's okay, I got seasick when I came here, I wanted to act... no, I wanted to rest after paying homage to An Daxia, but I couldn't help it, I'm really sorry."