Married by Ivan Vane, the bride who was snatched

Chapter 173 I've Been With You For So Long, How Much Should You Compensate Me?
Feng Yueming didn't go in, he leaned lazily on the door frame, watching her singing and dancing.

She danced very casually, seven steps slow in ballroom dancing. Her right leg was ready, and she could stand on tiptoe and spin lightly. Her black hair and red skirt drew sparkling arcs in the air. She was holding her cattail fan With long and slender eyelashes, and a lazy and charming appearance, Feng Yueming couldn't bear to blink.

This is probably the good time he wanted.

Mi Yao was tired from jumping, her legs went limp and she slid directly to the ground.

Feng Yueming was startled, he immediately pulled out his long legs to help her, but it was too late, Mi Yao was already lying on the soft carpet.

She looked at the crystal chandelier above her head and smirked to herself.

Feng Yueming squatted on one knee, stretched out his right palm to caress her tender little face, he curled his lips and smiled softly, "Mi Yao, what's the matter today, why are you so happy?"

Mi Yao snorted tenderly, then turned to look at him, "Oh, so it's you, Feng Yueming, you're back..."

"Well, I'm back."

Mi Yao turned sideways to face him, tucked her hair behind her ears with her small hands, and said inarticulately, "Feng Yueming, I want to tell you something, I'm in the mall today Li... spent a lot of money..."

"How many?"

Mi Yao stretched out two fingers to block his blurred and charming almond eyes, "200 million..."

Feng Yueming's dark narrow eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky, she was extremely doting, "Are you happy?"

"Happy, I bought two pieces of clothes today, a pair of...high heels, both of which are big brands, and women like to go shopping. It's really...happy when I sign the bill. I haven't...shopping in a long time, since my father... fell down two years ago Then..." Mi Yao smiled with tears in her eyes.

Feng Yueming hooked her delicate suet-like muscles with her fingertips, and his mellow and magnetic voice resounded in this quiet room, which was even more pleasant than a cello, "Two clothes, one for you, and one for you." Is there one?"

"Hehe," Mi Yao smiled brightly, "I hid it, and I don't want to show it to you..."

"If you don't show it to me, who will you show it to?"

Mi Yao blinked, "Feng Yueming, do you really... want to listen?"

Although she smiled at him, Feng Yueming felt that her eyes were distant and indifferent, she was looking at him coldly, provoking him vaguely by being drunk.

This answer must not be what he wants to hear...

He will be angry when he hears it...

Fengyue was silent for two seconds, and then Bao Chong smiled, "Forget it, don't listen, and, 200 million is nothing, as long as you are happy."

"Heh." Mi Yao stretched out two small hands to hug his neck, and then kissed his handsome right cheek with a "jiba" forcefully.

Feng Yueming raised her sword eyebrows, feeling joyful, "Why did you kiss me?"

"Because I spent your money today, as compensation, I will kiss you."

Feng Yueming froze.

Mi Yao lay on the man's shoulder drunkenly, "Feng Yueming, tell me, I've been with you for so long, and you slept with me one, two, three... I can't remember N times, you should make it up to me …How much?"

Feng Yueming stretched out her healthy arms to wrap around her willow-like waist, "In my heart, you are priceless."

Mi Yao immediately punched him with her little pink fist, and she trembled with her smile, "Feng Yueming, you will always say... this kind of sweet talk, I'm telling you something, I want to buy a painting, Authentic works cost a lot of money, you know, the price of paintings ranges from a few million to... tens of millions, I will buy them tomorrow, you give me...a price, so I can buy it..."

(End of this chapter)