The Slag Gong wants to Kill me - Chapter 1

I think my husband wants to kill me.

Whether it was the gas he forgot to turn off, or the locked door that I found after taking a bath, made me think he wanted to kill me.

I know I shouldn’t have this idea, because he and I are a **** couple, and this year is the seventh year of our relationship.

Our relationship is stable and he treats me well.

But I just think he wants to kill me. Especially when we went out for a walk in the evening, he pulled my hand suddenly, and I suddenly fell to the ground, almost hitting my head on the ground. When I stood on the ground, I found a nail on the ground, facing my head.

He said he didn’t do it on purpose.

I do not believe.

We were lying on the same bed that night, and I thought about how this thing couldn’t fall asleep. I accidentally turned over and saw my husband who should be asleep, staring at me with wide eyes. There was no expression on his face, his lips were closed, and his eyes were so wide that I could see bloodshot in his eyes.

How long did he stare at me?

Has he ever stared at me like this before?

I do not know.

But today, I am more certain of my thoughts. The reason was that when we went to the movie, he handed me a glass of cola and smiled softly as usual, saying, “I know you like this best.”

I dare not take it.

Because I remember I told him in writing that if you choose to kill people with medicine, then it is best to use Coke, which will cover up the pungent smell of poison.

Besides, I never drink cola.

When he saw that I hadn’t picked it up, he still smiled thoughtfully and said, “Why don’t you pick it up?”