Married by Ivan Vane, the bride who was snatched

Chapter 148 How can she stand your tricks

Mi Yao seemed to be pushed into the abyss by someone, she couldn't think anymore, it took her a long time to figure it out, [-] at a time, that would cover Mo Luosong's medical expenses, and she would be slept by him twice a month ten times.

Girls will have cycles, and each cycle takes seven days.

She has no way back, and he keeps pressing her.

Feng Yueming stood up, stretched out her big palm and patted her tender face, "Don't make such an expression, I've already given you a friendship price, eh? The lady sitting on the stage outside needs to work hard for [-] at a time. "

"Of course, the 1 yuan is not so easy to get. You need to do your best. The slogans of those ladies are something that only you can't think of. Without her, you can't do it. It shouldn't be too much for me to let you wear this kind of clothes. Bar?"

"Mi Yao, don't blame me for being so contemptuous of you, see what you have in yourself that I can respect, and don't play this trick of pretending and standing in front of me again!"

Mi Yao looked at him like he was looking at a devil.

……

after an hour.

Fu Ma heard Feng Yueming's call from the kitchen, "Come on, come on!"

"Young commander, what's the matter?" Fu's mother rushed out quickly.

In the living room, Feng Yueming hugged Mi Yao with messy clothes, and he ordered in a cold voice, "Call Hua Nongying immediately and tell him to come here quickly, and also, bring his female assistant."

"Yes, young commander." Fu's mother quickly went to make a call, what's wrong?
After making the phone call, Feng Yueming had already carried Mi Yao upstairs, and Fu Ma got up to go upstairs, but she was startled because she saw blood dripping all over the carpet.

Fu's mother's legs were weak, and she walked up the stairs quickly.

After entering the room, there was a pungent smell of blood. Mi Yao was lying on the bed, already unconscious. Feng Yueming was tall and leggy standing beside the bed. Arrogant, he wiped Mi Yao's face with a towel in his hand.

"Mi Yao, wake up quickly, wake up quickly... No accidents are allowed, no accidents are allowed, if you have the slightest accident, I will let Mo Luosong be buried with you!" Feng Yueming's hoarse voice was trembling.

Fu's mother ran forward, and she saw that the quilt on the bed was stained red, and bright red and sticky blood continuously flowed from Mi Yao's lower skirt.

"Oh my god, young commander, what's wrong with Miss Mi, she's bleeding profusely, don't wipe her face anymore, what's the use of wiping her face!"

Fu Ma pushed Feng Yueming away, and then lifted the quilt from Mi Yao's body.

Under the quilt is a white and graceful girlish figure, which makes people short of breath at a glance. To Fu's mother's surprise, Mi Yao has no clothes on her body, but there are a few black ribbons hanging on her body, which are also badly pulled.

Fu Ma is someone who has been here, and she knew what was going on at a glance. She turned her head and looked at Feng Yueming, "Young Marshal, you are really fooling around! The women outside can play whatever you want, but Miss Mi is different, how can you do this?" To her?"

Fu Ma ran to the closet and took out a set of clean dresses, and then put them on for Mi Yao. The doctor will arrive later, so she must save some face for these two people.

"Young Marshal, Miss Mi hasn't had rice water for two days. Today I saw her rolling on the bed with a stomachache. Why are you so tolerant? How can she bear your tricks?"

Feng Yueming's whole body was stiff, he looked at the sleeping woman on the bed numbly, the big palm hanging by his side couldn't help trembling, what did he do?
He drank a little wine and was a little drunk.

(End of this chapter)