Raising a demon to become a husband

Chapter 135 The dusty past, the facts are more cruel (1)
Meng Qishu's eyes darkened when she heard the words, and she clenched her hands into fists, "You said... what? My father? You said that you helped Feng Mo design me, and my father was behind the scenes? Little Shuang'er, you think I'm three years old Child? My father hasn't agreed with Feng Mo's identity, how could he..."

"not like this!"

A low shout startled both of them.

Feng Mo raised his eyes and took a look, a faint smile curled up on the corner of his lips.

This time, he will definitely be able to replace his father-in-law in Ah Shu's heart. This is a position that his father-in-law voluntarily vacated.

Seeing the expression on Meng Qishu's face, Shuang Jiang wailed in his heart, "Since I have said it all, let the lady know all about it. Master asked me to do it this time, of course I also carefully Thinking about it, I have no choice but to..."

"Stop talking nonsense about the point."

"Yes! The master actually just wants to hug his grandson, finish answering!"

It was quiet for an instant, and there was no sound.

Feng Mo cautiously walked towards the bed, "Ah... Shu?"

Looking at the person who was frozen on the bed, Shuang Jiang was stunned, "Miss? Are you... are you okay? In fact, this is also human nature. After all, the master is just a normal old man, and he wants to hug his grandson..."

"Does he want his grandson to design his daughter like this, to push her into another man's arms? Is there such a father in this world?!" Meng Qishu was so angry that she couldn't speak, her face turned red with anger, " I said you girl dared to unite with Feng Mo because of your ambition and the guts, so it turned out that you had the old man's secret order, and you all designed me, good... very good."

Seeing that Meng Qishu was really angry, Shuang Jiang panicked and ran to the bedside, "Miss! Miss, you are so angry. Master just wants to see you happy. He is the person who loves you the most in this world! The thing is that after Mr. Feng sent a letter to the emperor, he could see that Mr. Feng treats you sincerely and that you also like Mr. Feng, so he..."

"How do I know this? But how can I not be angry that you guys cheated me so disregarding my wishes? If it were you...can you? Go away! I want to be alone..." Meng Qishu was annoyed Pushing away the hands of the two, they directly wrapped them in the quilt.

"Miss……"

Feng Mo shook his head, "Alright, let her calm down."

"But..." Shuang Jiang wanted to say something, but when she saw Meng Qishu's back, she gave up.

The two left the room dejectedly and walked towards the lake, standing there on the left and right, like door gods.

The sound of soft footsteps came, and Meng Qishu angrily threw out a pillow, "What are you doing again! Get out!"

"You're so angry. Did I get hurt too?" The smiling voice was full of ridicule.

Meng Qishu was startled when she heard the sound, and turned around, "Why are you? What are you doing here? Standing with Feng Mo now, why are you so anxious to help him?"

"I'm not trying to help him." Feng Yue chuckled, walked around the bed and sat down, "I'm here because I want to tell you a story, how about it? Are you interested?"

"Not... at all." Meng Qishu's hair was full of black lines.

He was really interested in telling her stories at such a time.

"Ah, it hurts my heart to be so indifferent." Feng Yue lowered his eyes, looking pitifully hurt.

Seeing this, Meng Qishu's lips twitched, "The acting skills are too fake."

"Really?" Feng Yue chuckled, "But someone once said that my acting skills are very good."

Smiling and laughing changed the taste, from ridicule to sadness, the change was sudden.

Sensing the strangeness, Meng Qishu narrowed her eyes, "Hey, aren't you already in the mood?"

This Feng Yue is different, completely different from the Feng Yue she knew.

"Little Xingxing doesn't want to know why I gave up on you all of a sudden?" Feng Yue said slowly, his eyes dark.

Meng Qishu was taken aback when she heard the words, "Why...what?"

She was indeed very curious. It was so strange that the person who was so entangled suddenly seemed to see through something!

"Look, you are really interested, aren't you?" Feng Yue chuckled, but there was not much smile in his eyes.

"Okay, don't be so impatient, just tell me." Meng Qishu snorted impatiently when she saw this, and leaned down in a comfortable position.

There's nothing wrong with solving her doubts and calming down, it's just that those two guys are too cheap.

"En." Feng Yue responded, moved back and leaned against the bed lattice, "Actually, this matter is a long story, more than 300 years have passed."

"Three...more than 300 years?" Meng Qishu was stunned upon hearing this.

No way?What the hell is this telling her?history?What does it have to do with him giving up on her?
"It's been a long time, right?" Feng Yue smiled, "I also think, no, it should be longer for me, more than 300 years have passed like this, and I have forgotten him during this time. I love him so much Those who sacrificed their lives forgot, let their hearts go blank for so many years, and I even almost fell in love with others."

"He? Who is he?" Meng Qishu asked cautiously, and froze for a moment when she saw Feng Yue's eyes filled with pain.

This look... It seems that what this guy said is true, although it is not so believable.Feng Mo said that he also said that he was only interested in male sex before, so he should be a man in his mouth.

"His name is Fu Sheng, he is a Shaolin disciple with hair cultivation. Abandoned since he was a child, he was adopted by the abbot and has been living in the temple. If he hadn't met me, he wouldn't have..." Feng Yue gave a wry smile, pointing at himself, "It was me. I killed him. There was Shaolin on one side and me on the other. He had no choice but to commit suicide."

Meng Qishu stared wide-eyed, unable to say a word.

suicide?A Shaolin disciple with hair practice?No wonder it ended in tragedy. One monster and one self-proclaimed upright Shaolin sect, the result can be imagined.

However, having said that, his vision is too special.

Feng Yue fell into the memory, the scenes of the past came before his eyes, and the familiar surge returned to his empty heart again.

Seeing this, Meng Qishu said slowly, "Tell me how you two met."

Forget it, seeing him like this is about to suffocate, so it's better to talk it out.Although this guy usually looks bohemian, his mind is quite heavy, and I'm afraid he has never told anyone about it.

Feng Yue came back to his senses after hearing the words, "Okay. Our acquaintance is actually quite ordinary. At the temple fair, we fell in love with the same mask, and at the same time stretched out our hands. You must find it strange, right? It stands to reason that a monk He won't take the initiative to fight with others, but he is different, he is completely like a child, and he refuses to let go no matter what. What kind of temper am I, as long as I want something to be snatched away by others. "

(End of this chapter)