Raising a demon to become a husband

Chapter 88 I Can Only Choose One, So I Like Him So Much

"Don't!" Tightening his arms, Feng Mo tightly hugged the person in his arms, as if he would disappear if he let go.

Meng Qishu sighed helplessly, "I'm okay, don't be so nervous." "Really okay?" Feng Mo frowned upon hearing this, and then let go, "He really...didn't do anything to you ?”

Meng Qishu, who watched with cautious eyes, trembled in his heart, and unconsciously raised the corners of his lips, "If he did something to me, what about you?"

Did he really care about her so much?

"You... what did you say?" Feng Mo narrowed his eyes suddenly, showing a murderous look, "What did he do to you!"

"So, what about you?" Meng Qishu suddenly wanted to know how far he could sit for her, not only for Feng Yue, but more importantly for that nine princesses.

"If he really touches you, I will never let him go." His eyes darkened, and Feng Mo said coldly.

"Did you turn against him because of me?" Meng Qishu curled her lips, "Because of me, I can have fun with other women even though I don't care about family affection. You must have fun with her."

Why hasn't he come since she disappeared for such a long time? Feng Yue is obviously so worried. It seems... Compared with that nine princesses, she may not be so important.

Feng Yue was right. After all, their relationship for so many years was something she could not compare to or replace.

If she and the nine princesses were in danger at the same time, who would he save first?
"No!" Feng Mo was startled when he heard the words, and hurriedly explained, "It's not what you think, I didn't go to see Jiu'er specially, we just met by accident, she was being besieged at that time, and she was given to Xiao'er to save her. Uncle robbed you of your chance."

"Besieged by people?" Meng Qishu raised her eyebrows and said with a sneer, "So that's the trick I used."

"Trick?" Feng Mo stared, "Ashu, why do you say that?"

"Isn't it obvious." Meng Qishu's heart sank when she heard this, and her tone became cold, "This is a trick set up by your dear Jiu'er and Feng Yue."

"This...impossible." Feng Mo was stunned, then shook his head, "Those little monsters really want Jiu'er's life, it's not a lie, she was already injured when I met her..."

"Ah, I'm injured." Meng Qishu snorted coldly, and pushed Feng Mo away, "Since your Jiu'er is injured, why are you still here? Take care of her."

Even bitter tricks have been used, it seems that this time it has cost a lot of money.

It was obviously designed, but this dead pervert didn't believe it. In his heart, the Ninth Princess was obviously trustworthy, so... what she said turned out to be unreasonable.

Feng Mo was stunned, "Ashu..."

Aware of her gaffe, Meng Qishu bit her lips angrily, "Anyway, I can't die, so go take care of your Jiu'er."

He has always regarded Feng Yue as a dangerous person, but he can let her here to save that Jiu'er. Could it be that she is more capable than a demon?

Seeing Meng Qishu leave, Feng Mo hurriedly followed, "Ashu, I'm glad you're jealous, but things are really not what you think! It was really dangerous at the time, and I had to save her. After all, she was the one I loved since childhood. Big sister..."

"Sister?" Meng Qishu sneered, "That's why I told you to take care of her. She is injured and needs your company."

"I've already called someone to send her back." After a long time without getting an answer, Feng Mo suddenly reached out and grabbed Meng Qishu, "Ashu, you haven't answered my question just now! Little uncle, he...has he been right?" what are you doing?"

He knows the character of the little uncle best, as long as it is what he likes, he must get it, getting along with the lonely man and the widow is too dangerous, he will definitely use every opportunity to treat her...

Being held back, Meng Qishu struggled angrily to get out of the restraint, but no matter how hard she struggled, it was futile, the strength on her arms continued to increase, and there was a dull pain.

"I'm standing in front of you now, what do you think will happen to me? In fact, Feng Yue is not as bad as you imagined."

Feng Mo was startled when he heard the words, "What did you... say?"

Seeing this, Meng Qishu sighed, "Feng Mo, actually... I already like you a little bit, although I really don't want to admit it, but it's the truth, I can't deny it."

"Ashu?" Feng Mo's eyes widened in disbelief, "You...you just said...you like me? Did I hear you right? Am I dreaming?"

Meng Qishu didn't answer, she stretched out her hand to pinch Feng Mo's arm expressionlessly.

Feng Mo cried out in pain, "Ashu, why are you pinching me? It hurts so much..."

"Now you know you're not dreaming, right?"

Feng Mo was stunned, and smiled brightly the next moment, "En!"

The person with the bright smile under the sun couldn't open his eyes, Meng Qishu turned his face away, "However, the premise is that you make it clear to your dear sister thoroughly and let her give up."

In fact, she really wanted to ask, if one day she could only choose one of the nine princesses, who would he choose.

Feng Mo nodded repeatedly when she heard the words, and was so happy that she couldn't even speak clearly, "Of course! I made it clear to her a long time ago that I really only think of her as my younger sister."

"Really." Meng Qishu raised her eyebrows lightly, "You think so but she doesn't think so, you think I seduced you, and you will come back to her one day."

"I know my heart very well. Love and family affection are different. Even if there is no Ah Shu, she can only be my younger sister." Feng Mo leaned over and lifted Meng Qishu's chin after speaking seriously. , "Ashu, don't you believe me?"

Meeting those serious eyes, Meng Qishu shook her head, "You still don't understand what I mean. I want you to completely cut off contact with her. As long as you treat her well, she will never give up."

"Totally...sever the relationship?" Feng Mo narrowed his eyes, "Why does Ah Shu hate Jiu'er so much? I will find someone to send her back, she will not hinder us."

Seeing this, Meng Qishu sighed for a long time, "I can only say that, it's up to you whether you do it or not. Remember what you said today, and one day you will understand. Now I don't want to say anything, send me go home."

"Ashu..." Feng Mo frowned, "I see, I will handle this matter satisfactorily."

Meng Qishu didn't respond, but silently leaned into Feng Mo's arms.

Back home, Meng He unexpectedly didn't bother Meng Qishu. The three days passed quickly, thinking that tomorrow was the deadline, and Meng Qishu couldn't sleep.

Listening to the tossing and turning, Shuang Jiang finally couldn't help but ask, "Miss, what's wrong with you? Can't sleep?"

Meng Qishu replied feebly, and slowly turned her side, "Xiao Shuang'er, did Zhao Xinrou send someone to deliver the news?"

The promise was so straightforward that day, but this was just a step in the door, and she didn't make any noise.

(End of this chapter)