Married by Ivan Vane, the bride who was snatched

Chapter 453 Leaving (2)

"The child is out!" Hua Nongying carried the child in front of Feng Yueming, "Feng Shuai, it's... a son."

Feng Yueming raised her eyes to look at the child in Hua Nongying's hands. The child was wrapped in a beige blanket, with a red and wrinkled face, and facial features that were so small that they couldn't be seen clearly. In short, it was a bit bigger than six. It's only two catties a month.

He stretched out his big palm and slowly touched the child's small face, which was cold and cold.

The child is dead.

His five fingers were frozen in the air, trembling slightly.

"Yaoyao," he turned to look at the woman on the bed, "look at the child, our...son."

Mi Yao had already collapsed, almost unconscious, her long and slender eyelashes were weakly covered by cattail leaf fans, she did not open her eyes from the beginning to the end, and the pillow cover was already wet with tears.

Hua Nongying carried the child down.

Feng Yueming poured warm water herself, then wiped her body carefully with a towel, and finally covered her with a quilt, "Have a good sleep, I'll be here with you."

He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Mi Yao slowly turned sideways and closed her eyes.

……

Half a month later, Ruo Ling came back.

Ruo Ling entered Mi Yao's room, Mi Yao was wearing a loose pajamas and standing on the balcony, her long hair covered her slender and beautiful back, she looked very quiet, lacking a bit of vitality.

"Mi Yao." She called her.

Mi Yao turned around slowly, her empty and dazed eyes fell on Ruo Ling, and it took a few seconds for her to focus, a somewhat delighted smile appeared on her pale face, "Ruo Ling, you are finally back."

Ruo Ling stepped forward, and then looked at her flat belly, "It's okay, everything will be fine."

Mi Yao pursed her lips and smiled, avoiding the topic, "Ruo Ling, how did you come back, is Jian Chen okay?"

"My brother found us and sent people to rescue us. Huangfu Jianchen also came out. He's fine."

"Huangfu Jianxu didn't make things difficult for you, did he?"

Ruo Ling's clear eyes flashed for a moment, then she shook her head, "No."

"That's good."

"Mi Yao, what do you want to eat, I will make it for you myself."

"No, I have no appetite."

Ruo Ling sighed, and took Mi Yao's cold little hand, "Miyao, the past will pass, we have to look forward, and I will help you."

"Ruo Ling, will you really help me?"

"kindness."

"I want to leave here. Your brother sent three layers of people to surround this place and not let me go out. Can you help me?"

Ruoling,...

She looked into Mi Yao's eyes, Mi Yao made up her mind to go.

……

This conversation was fruitless, which was expected by Mi Yao, she would not make things difficult for Ruo Ling, after all Ruo Ling is Feng Yueming's biological sister.

That night, the door of Nanyuan was opened by a servant, and a distinguished guest walked in. Mi Yao stood in the upstairs room and looked at it. It was a woman with a graceful figure and a black cloak on her shoulders. The cloak and hat were taken off, revealing a sassy and delicate face.

Mi Yao has the impression that this is Le Yishuang.

I heard that Le Yishuang will marry the current President Huangfu Jianxu three days later, and the whole country will celebrate together, but who knows that the wife of the President-to-be will come to Feng Yueming's mansion in such a late night.

What this represents is self-evident.

Le Yishuang raised her head and saw Mi Yao, she immediately looked at Mi Yao seriously and curiously, then smiled calmly and politely, "Miss Mi, I have admired your name for a long time, I am lucky to meet you today .”

Mi Yao nodded, "Miss Le, hello."

"Miss Mi, you look unhappy. I don't understand why you are unhappy. Feng Shuai dotes on you to the bone. In a few days, he will hold your hand to share the glory. It's something other women can't even dream of. You got it so easily, why aren't you happy?"

easy to get?
Mi Yao looked at Le Yishuang, then raised her lips, "Miss Le, do you know how long Feng Yueming and I have known each other for 12 years, I started chasing him when I was eight years old, you said, What you squeezed is just your head, and I gave him 12 years, even if he gives me the supreme glory and favor now, do I deserve it?"

Le Yishuang hesitated, "Not all efforts will be rewarded. There are many unfeeling men in this world. It's really rare for someone like Feng Shuai to take only one scoop from three thousand weak waters. You should cherish it."

"I cherish it. What's the matter with Miss Le?"

"... "

At this moment, the door opened again, and a sharp cold wind blew in, and Feng Yueming came back.

He came to the living room with steady steps, his narrow eyes fell on her, and he frowned displeasedly, "Why did you run out with so little clothes, go back to the room first, I have something to do, I will go up to accompany you soon."

Without saying anything, Mi Yao turned around and entered the room.

……

About 10 minutes later, Feng Yueming returned to the room.

Mi Yao was in the bathroom, just after brushing her teeth, she reached for the towel on the shelf, at this moment a big hand stretched out to take it for her, the man soaked the towel in the warm water basin, and then gave her a gentle massage Wipe your face, "You are still in confinement, try not to get out of bed and not to go out in the future."

Mi Yao looked at the handsome and three-dimensional face in front of her, "Can I say no?"

"No."

Feng Yueming bent down and picked her up horizontally, then sent her to the bed, put her under the quilt, he didn't leave, but slept beside her.

Leaning his handsome back against the head of the bed, he stretched out his long arms to clasp the woman's slender waist and pulled her into his arms, and then his kisses swam over her restored delicate face.

"Tomorrow someone will measure your size and make clothes for you. In a few days, I will take you in a carriage and on the red carpet. I want everyone to kneel at your feet, and no one can hurt you from now on."

His indifferent tone brought out a bit of arrogance that looked down on the world, and Mi Yao was a bit dazed, this man is finally going to... rule the world.

She turned her head and looked at him, "What should I call you when I see you in the future, handsome Feng? Your Excellency?"

"Feng Yueming."

Feng Yueming kissed her lips.

She has regained some of her blood and vitality. Although she is not as rosy as before, she is also pink in white. He has coveted her small mouth for a long time, and wanted to kiss her a long time ago.

Mi Yao didn't close her eyes or struggle, she kissed him quietly.

Feng Yueming felt that her breathing was not stable. After holding it for a long time, it was inevitable that her blood would boil suddenly when she met her, but thinking about her body, she couldn't do it now, so he pressed her slender waist tightly and buried his head in her pink neck. She sniffed again and again, as if she could never get enough of her fragrance.

"Feng Yueming, can you let me go?"

(End of this chapter)