Married by Ivan Vane, the bride who was snatched

Chapter 111 The Old Man Comes Back Tomorrow

Mi Shuilan looked at this luxurious Phoenix house, a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, she did not believe that Miao Erlan could swallow this breath.

She doesn't have the ability to deal with Mi Yao, but Miao Erlan definitely has it.

She was just waiting to see a good show.

……

Inside the house, Miao Erlan's chest was heaving violently, she reached out and threw the teacup on the coffee table onto the carpet.

The master lost his temper, and all the servants became trembling. A servant stepped forward and carefully picked up the teacup on the carpet.

"Ma'am," the housekeeper stepped forward and whispered, "Do you want me to send someone to arrest Mi Yao..."

The butler made a gesture of wiping his neck.

Miao Erlan sneered directly, "A few days ago, the blood shadow robbed Mi Yao, and Feng Yueming was able to rescue her unscathed. We can't hurt her. The point is, I can't talk to Fengyue now. If the old man finds out, he won't have a good life without me."

"But ma'am, Mi Yao has humiliated the young master too much, so let her and Feng Yueming have fun?"

"Oh, happy?" Miao Erlan smiled, "They can be happy for a few more days, the old man will be back tomorrow."

"The old man is back?"

"Yes, not only the old man, Miss Nigoya and her father are here."

"Miss Nigoya? Could it be?"

Miao Erlan gave an affirmative look, she sighed comfortably, and then looked at the red cardamom on her nails, "That Mi Shuilan wants to use my hand to get rid of Mi Yao, am I so stupid? No need If I do it, some people will see Mi Yao as a thorn in their side, we just need to sit back and watch the tiger fight."

……

Lanzhuju, eight o'clock in the evening.

The whole living room was quiet, Mi Yao was sitting on the carpet alone, lying on the coffee table and drawing, drawing and drawing, she was about to fall asleep, very sleepy.

She really wanted to go to bed, but Lieutenant Li called back in the afternoon and said that the young marshal would be back later and asked Miss Mi to wait.

She can only wait.

But she was really sleepy, so Mi Yao closed her eyes in a daze.

At nine o'clock, a car light shone over, and Feng Yueming's car came back.

Fu's mother hurried to open the door, and there was a tall and straight figure standing outside the door, covered with frost outside, air-conditioned, "Young Marshal, you are back."

"En." Feng Yueming walked in with long legs, and handed the briefcase in her hand to Fu's mother.

Fu's mother took the briefcase and followed the man, she whispered, "Young commander, Miss Mi fell asleep in the living room."

Feng Yueming turned her head to look at the coffee table, where there was a group of small figures.

After taking a shower, she was wearing a light blue silk nightgown, and her two slender arms were pressed against the coffee table. She fell asleep with her head on her side, her long hair hanging down in the air, revealing half of her tired face. White girlish face.

She was sitting on the carpet in a very reserved posture, her two slender legs were tightly together and slightly bent, and the pencil fell beside her legs.

Feng Yueming walked towards her, staring at her with his narrow eyes, raised his head slightly, unbuttoned his coat with his big and well-defined palms, and then squatted down on one knee in front of her.

He gently scraped her little face with his index finger. Her skin was so good, as tender as egg white, and the layer of fluff on it was crystal clear and soft, which melted his heart.

Mi Yao felt that someone was touching her in her sleep. She has not slept well in the past few days, and she always dreamed that the gentle youngest wanted to rape her.

"Ah!" She exclaimed softly, then woke up.

Just after waking up, her big dark and cute eyes were still a little blurred. When she saw the man's exquisite and handsome face, she pouted her small mouth and shouted, "Shuai Feng..."

(End of this chapter)