Married by Ivan Vane, the bride who was snatched

Chapter 406 Bringing Back a Girl (5)

Ruo Ling pursed her mouth angrily, which obviously means - he is still your husband.

However, Ruo Ling obediently walked into the living room, picked up the landline, and dialed Feng Yueming's number.

Mi Yao watched from the side, the phone should be connected, Ruo Ling said, "There will be a lantern festival in half a month, Mi Yao wants to go there to play..."

The other end didn't know what to say, and then Ruo Ling hung up the phone.

"Is this the end?" Ou Baidie asked what Mi Yao wanted to ask.

"Well," Ruo Ling looked at Mi Yao and shrugged, "He said, if you want to go somewhere to play, go to the villa and talk to him face to face."

Miyao,...

……

in the villa.

Fu's mother opened the door, "Madam, are you here?"

Mi Yao raised her foot and walked in, "Well, Mommy Fu, where's your young commander?"

"Young Marshal and Miss Zhuo are upstairs, Madam, let me take you there."

"Okay."

Mi Yao went upstairs with Fu's mother, and then stopped outside a room, the door was not closed, Mi Yao stood outside and took a look, this room was like... a studio.

She remembered that there was no studio here, and it should have been remodeled recently.

There is a large floor-to-ceiling window in the studio, and the gorgeous sunset outside the window just spilled in, coating the studio with a layer of gold. Zhuo Ying was sitting on a thick and soft blanket, drawing with a brush in her hand. Biting her lower lip with her white teeth, she secretly glanced at her model shyly.

Feng Yueming is her model. The man is sitting on the sofa in front of him, with two proud long legs overlapping gracefully. He is wearing a custom-made white shirt, black trousers underneath, and a watch on his right palm. Leaning lightly on the armrest of the sofa, he is so handsome and elegant that it is impossible to look directly at him.

"Brother Sheng, don't you have to work today? Will being my model waste your time?" Zhuo Ying asked purely and sweetly.

Feng Yueming raised the corners of her lips, her voice was gentle, "Even if I am busy, I am willing to be your model."

Zhuo Ying immediately smiled like a little girl, and she gestured with her slender fingers, "Brother Sheng, do you want to unbutton the second button of the white shirt, so that it looks more casual."

Feng Yueming's white shirt had already loosened one button, and now Zhuo Ying asked him to loosen the second button.

The man raised his eyebrows, looked at Zhuo Ying's charming smile, "Okay, I'll listen to you, but do you want to help me unbutton myself?"

Zhuo Ying's whole heart was agitated, she got up and came to the man's side, "Come here, who is afraid of whom?"

She bent down and approached the man's shirt with her small hand.

The closer the distance, the redder Zhuo Ying's little face looks. Seen from such a close distance, the man's facial features are really deep like a mural. Now she is standing and he is sitting. There is no barrier between the two of them, and he is calm Looking at her leisurely, deep and calm, the aura of such a mature man is beyond her control.

And who is this man, Feng Shuai from country Z, he can turn clouds and rain, this kind of power endows him with an unspeakable charm, like a high-ranking king.

Zhuoying's little hand was approaching, and at this moment a low-mellow voice sounded, "Xiaoying, are you... throwing yourself into your arms?"

Zhuo Ying's movements froze, and she quickly retracted her small hand, her face flushed red.

Looking up at the man, the man is looking at her and smiling.

"I didn't!" she retorted.

Mi Yao stood outside the door watching this scene, the atmosphere in the room was really nice, a high-ranking man was teasing a girl intentionally or unintentionally, and the girl stood beside him in a loving manner, full of sweetness.

"Ahem," Fu's mother coughed twice at this time, "Young commander, the wife is here."

The man in the room and Zhuo Ying looked at Mi Yao at the same time.

Mi Yao thought her expression was okay, so she looked at the man calmly and said, "I've come to see you."

Feng Yueming looked at her for a few seconds, then got up, walked out of the studio, and passed her side.

Mi Yao didn't turn around, and she didn't know what he meant.

"Ma'am," Fu's mother whispered, "you go to the study and wait for the young commander."

"Row."

……

in the study.

Mi Yao walked in, she turned her head and looked around, the place has not changed at all, it is still the same as when she was there.

At this moment, with a "click", the door of the bathroom in the study suddenly opened.

Mi Yao looked back subconsciously, and a tall and handsome figure appeared. Feng Yueming took a cold shower, her upper body was naked, and a bath towel was tied underneath.

She was stunned immediately, she never thought that he would take a shower in the study, and it was such a coincidence that she saw a picture of a handsome man getting out of the bath.

He didn't wipe his body, tiny drops of water flowed down his healthy wheat-colored muscles, wide shoulders and narrow waist, perfect inverted triangle, six-pack abs, every part was full of terrifying strength.

Mi Yao's gaze moved down and landed on his bath towel...

"What are you looking at?" At this moment, her vision went dark, and a towel was thrown on her head.

The towel was soaked in softener, which was very fragrant, but it couldn't cover the healthy and clear body odor of the man.

Like being electrocuted, Mi Yao quickly stretched out her little hand and pulled the towel off, she turned her back, "I didn't mean it, why didn't you put on your clothes after taking a shower?"

"My territory, I wear clothes when I want to, and I don't wear clothes if I don't want to."

Robber theory, he really hasn't changed at all.

"Then I've seen it and I've seen it, what can you do with me?"

Feng Yueming pulled the bath towel on his body and was changing clothes. He looked up at the woman's back, and looked up and down carefully. Today she was wearing a short white down jacket, A-shaped, covering her lower abdomen, and tight-fitting underneath. Pencil pants, four months pregnant, she is not fat at all.

However, why does he feel that the pregnant woman has a little more charm that she didn't have before.

He stretched out his long tongue and licked his thin dry lips, then smiled, "Why don't you let me look back?"

Mi Yao's brain exploded with a "boom", she is not a little girl who doesn't know anything, he is... playing hooligans.

"Okay." She replied with two words.

Feng Yueming raised her sword eyebrows, a little surprised.

"Whenever I grow something like yours, I'll let you see it."

"... "

He knew it.

"Tell me, what can I do for you?" He asked.

Mi Yao turned around, and the man had already changed his clothes. He was wearing a black silk pajamas with a loose belt around his waist, which was a bit more bohemian than his usual serious appearance, "Ruoling should tell you, I I want to go to the Lantern Festival."

"There are too many people at the Lantern Festival, what if you bumped and fell, your belly is getting bigger day by day."

"You can send me some bodyguards. I'll go play with Ruoling and Qianrui. I'll just walk around and I'll be back soon."

Feng Yueming's eyes fell on her lower abdomen, and she suddenly asked, "How much weight do you have?"

Mi Yao froze, not following his jumping thinking.

(End of this chapter)