Married by Ivan Vane, the bride who was snatched

Chapter 178 Marshal, Miss Mi is not dead yet
In the middle of the night, the entire Lan Zhuju was brightly lit, but the bright lights were extremely weak shrouded in this cold fog.

Feng Yueming has been sitting on the sofa in the living room waiting for the news, an hour has passed, and Mo Shaoyuan has not found any trace of Mi Yao.

As time passed by, he became more and more uneasy.

where will she go
Here, what else does she care about?
Gu Yunsheng...

Feng Yueming got up suddenly, and he walked out.

"Young commander, where are you going? Let me drive." Adjutant Li followed closely behind.

Feng Yueming got into a luxury car, he stepped on the accelerator, and the luxury car sped away.

Lieutenant Li didn't dare to delay, he followed behind in a jeep.

Ten minutes later, the luxury car stopped, Feng Yueming opened the door, and he looked at the rental house in front of him.

He lived here before.

Did Mi Yao come here?
Feng Yueming came to the door and tried to open it, but the door was locked.

There is someone in there!

"Young commander, let me do it." Lieutenant Li took out a wire and wanted to open the door, but his movements stopped abruptly. He looked at Feng Yueming in horror, "Young commander..."

Feng Yueming followed his gaze and saw that blood seeped out from inside, like a stream flowing.

Feng Yueming's pupils shrank, and he swung Adjutant Li away, then took out the gun in his waist, with a "bang", the locked door was pierced, and he kicked the door open.

The room was very bright, and there was a lamp on the bedside. The dim light warmed the whole room, and there was a person lying on the bed.

Mi Yao was wearing a long white gauze dress that wrapped her chest and was lying quietly on the bed. Her jet-black hair was spread out on the white pillow cover, like a flower that fell asleep on the rose petals. fairy.

However, her right hand was hanging down beside the bed, and the bright red blood had condensed into small blood drops, occasionally dripping a few drops, Feng Yueming could see the blood under the bed spreading from there to his feet.

Mi Yao committed suicide by cutting her wrist.

"Mi Yao!" Feng Yueming let out a low growl, and then rushed forward. He pressed the wound on her wrist with one hand, and pressed her head into his heart with the other, "Mi Yao, what's wrong with you, hurry up!" Wake up, who allowed you to do this, don't die, your life is mine!"

"Do you think you can get rid of me like this? Tell you, it's impossible. If you die, I will capture your father and Mo Luosong, and let them be buried with you!"

Feng Yueming's eyes were scarlet, his eyes roared ferociously, pain was written on even a strand of his hair from top to bottom, how could she?

"Miyao, wake up quickly, do you hear me? It seems that the lesson I taught you last time was not enough. You still want to try more torture methods. Mi Yao, I am ordering you to wake up quickly!" Feng Yueming shook her body vigorously, trying to wake her up.

"Young commander, don't do this, let's send Miss Mi to the hospital quickly."

"Go away! Don't touch her!" Feng Yueming waved Adjutant Li away.

This man has lost control and lost his mind. Lieutenant Li persuaded again, "Young commander, calm down, Miss Mi is not dead yet, she needs to go to the hospital for emergency treatment now!"

not dead…

she didn't die...

Oh, by the way, Feng Yueming suddenly understood that she was not dead, that's great, he twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled distraughtly, "Mi Yao, let's go to the hospital now, I will definitely wake you up!"

(End of this chapter)