Married by Ivan Vane, the bride who was snatched

Chapter 330 Wedding (1)

The seal of Mi's villa was lifted. On this day, Mi Yao pushed open the gate of the villa and walked in.

Nothing has changed at home, it is still the same as in memory, but now that the building is empty, it only adds to the sadness.

She didn't sleep all night, and in the early morning of the next day, she sat in front of the dressing table and began to put on makeup, and finally put on the Fengguan Xiapei.

Daddy prepared this set of Fengguanxia Pie for her a long time ago, and it was locked in a mahogany box. She still remembered Daddy’s smiling face at that time, Daddy said that my Yaoyao would grow up and get married one day, wait for Yaoyao Yao must be the most beautiful bride in the world wearing this set of phoenix coronet and Xiapei.

Thinking of the past, Mi Yao raised the corners of her lips and smiled, her eye sockets became moist as she smiled.

At eight o'clock in the morning, at an auspicious time, Feng Yueming led the team to welcome the bride. Amidst the sound of firecrackers, he stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of Mi's house.

"Feng Shuai, Mrs. Feng Shuai, I wish you all here in advance..."

Others' words stopped abruptly, they were frightened by the scene inside, because there was a mourning hall in the living room of Mi's house, on which there was a memorial tablet for Mi Zhenglin, surrounded by white cloth.

Today is the day of the big wedding, and it is all festive red, but there are so many whites here, how unlucky it is.

Feng Yueming's complexion was calm, his exquisite facial features were filled with a warm soft color, especially when he saw Mi Yao who was already sitting in the living room waiting.

She was wearing a phoenix crown and Xiapei, her face was dazzling and charming.

Feng Yueming pulled out his long legs and stepped forward. He stepped on the white cloth on the ground. He didn't think it was unlucky. He just killed him all the way. Who had more blood on his hands than him?
When he meets a god and kills a god, and when he meets a Buddha, no one dares to accept him unless he is willing.

His tall and handsome body came in front of the woman, and then reached out to hold her little hand. Her little hand was cold without any warmth, "Mi Yao, I'm here to marry you, let's go."

"Oh." Mi Yao responded, "Going is the way to go, but before we go, let's pay respects to my daddy, after all, you married his most beloved daughter."

"Okay." Feng Yueming took her weak and boneless little hand.

When the two came to the mourning hall, Feng Yueming pretended to be about to kneel down. At this time, someone quickly stepped forward and whispered, "Feng Shuai, today is a day of great joy, so you can't worship...dead people..."

Feng Yueming's expression was the same, he knelt down on the mat, and then reverently kowtowed three times to Mi Zhenglin.

The eyeballs of the onlookers were about to drop. They understood that this young marshal's wife might not be simple, and she could be so pampered by the young marshal.

"Miyao, after paying homage to Daddy, can we go? You can't go to the ground today, so I'll hug you."

Mi Yao didn't show any expression, "Okay."

Feng Yueming picked up Mi Yao horizontally, and put them in the float.

Floats and mighty teams began to parade the streets.

The streets were full of black heads, and all the people from country Z came, especially the girls with broken dreams. They scrambled forward to witness this grand wedding.

Ten miles of red carpet, red wedding dress, Mi Yao is wearing light makeup today, red lips and white teeth, bright and moving, she is like a bright pearl emitting a dazzling halo.

The girls were convinced. Although this Mi Yao did not have their family background and cultivation, they also did not have Mi Yao's peerless face.

Mi Yao knew that there were a lot of eyes on her, most of them were...envious...hateful, she turned her head to look at the man beside her, "Feng Shuai, you spent a lot of money on this wedding, right?"

Feng Yueming was wearing a red robe, tall and handsome, with a jade tree facing the wind, he slowly raised the corners of his lips, "I will definitely spend my wife's money to marry a wife, how about it, are you moved?"

Mi Yao raised Liu Yemei's eyebrows, and said in a soft voice, "Why should I be moved? Now that we are married, your money will be mine from now on."

It's not bad to think about it, she hugged a big golden diamond.

The corner of Feng Yueming's mouth showed a doting arc, "Have you found the household registration book? Only when you find the household registration book and we get a marriage certificate, can my money become yours. In this way, I feel that I am at a loss. You Probably just want to play with me, one day you don't want me, I will become... a second marriage. "

Mi Yao "cut", "It seems that I am not a second marriage."

"... "

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The float stopped outside Lanzhuju, Feng Yueming got off the car with Mi Yao in her arms, Mi Yao saw many acquaintances, His Royal Highness the President and other important figures came, and...Su Zhishui.

Su Zhishui's eyes were red, probably because she had been crying for a long time. The time she was raped and raised, she was completely rosy, but this time her wrists were cut... she looked very pale, and she was a little bit out of her wits.

Her elder brother Yue Ming married the woman she hated the most, and when she was cutting her wrists, this... Huang Liang Yi Meng's feeling was very uncomfortable.

Mi Yao smiled coldly.

"Brother Yueming..." Su Zhishui couldn't help walking forward, she looked at Feng Yueming with tears in her eyes, her gaze seemed to be full of words.

Mi Yao guessed that Su Zhishui must have been pestering Feng Yueming a lot in the past seven days, and probably resorted to all kinds of remedies, crying, making trouble, hanging himself, etc., but Feng Yueming probably ignored her.

Su Fu and Wang Cuiqin were by Su Zhishui's side, and Su Zhishui looked like an abandoned widow.

Mi Yao stretched out two small hands to hug Feng Yueming's neck, and smiled lightly, "Feng Shuai, Miss Su is calling you, do you want to have a word with her?"

Feng Yueming didn't look at Su Zhishui, he looked down at Mi Yao tenderly, "I just want to talk to you today."

"That's a coincidence, I really have something to tell you, Feng Shuai, I asked someone to tell my fortune yesterday, and someone will cheer us up at the wedding today. This person... surnamed Su, can you drive away everyone with the surname Su?" good?"

Mi Yao named the Su family.

Wang Cuiqin was trembling with anger, the Su family's years of hard work actually made a wedding dress for Mi Yao, a little bitch, and Mi Yao dared to be so arrogant, "Mi Yao, don't go too far!"

Immediately, Mi Yao pursed her delicate red lips, and looked at Feng Yueming pitifully, "Feng Shuai, someone murdered your wife, you have to make the decision for me."

Feng Yueming looked at her delicate state at the moment, her slap-sized face was exquisitely like the artist's favorite work, her small glutinous red lips were coveted, she looked at him delicately, like a little girl who has been irritated daughter in law.

She was pretending, but he was happy to watch her pretend.

"If I don't, don't you want to pay homage to me?" Feng Yueming asked in a mellow voice.

Mi Yao bit her moist lower lip with her fine white teeth, and smiled like a thieves' little fox, "How dare you, you must worship at the hall, but you are not allowed to enter my new house tonight."

Feng Yueming saw that her lower lip was bitten with a mark, lost a little blood, but bounced back in an instant, like QQ candy, extremely moist, he frankly wanted to bow his head and bite her hard.

(End of this chapter)