Married by Ivan Vane, the bride who was snatched

Chapter 55 What to cry

The waterfall-like three thousand blue silks were softly draped over her shoulders, and her black hair set off her pale face, which was as white as a piece of paper.

Feng Yueming felt that a big palm was pinching his heart hard, making every breath he took hurt, so he stretched out his foot and directly kicked over the plate that Mi Yao picked up in his hand.

Mi Yao was startled, and looked at him blankly, she didn't understand what she did wrong.

He holds her father's life in his hands, and she has no ability to resist, so she can just accept it.

He said she was a servant, so she would do what a servant should do. He dropped the plate and she squatted down to pick it up. Why was he still angry?
Feng Yueming stretched out her hand, grabbed her slender arm and pulled her directly onto her lap, "Miyao, who are you going to show that you are dying? If you want to die, die quickly. Of course, if you die Now, your father doesn't need to live anymore."

Mi Yao was startled, those wet eyes looked at him isolatedly and innocently.

She lived for a few minutes, Feng Yueming finally calmed down, and he ordered, "Feed me milk."

Mi Yao obediently picked up his milk cup and handed it to his mouth.

Feng Yueming took a sip.

Mi Yao tentatively took down the milk cup.

At this moment, a pair of flexible and thin lips pressed against her, Feng Yueming kissed her, and directly fed a mouthful of milk into her mouth.

Mi Yao's pupils shrank, and she swallowed the milk unexpectedly, but the man had no intention of leaving at all.

When she looked at him just now, he wanted to kiss her.

Mi Yao quickly stretched out her small hand to push him, and when he kissed her like this, many servants were peeping, he is the master here, so he can do whatever he wants, but she will be pointed out.

Those two maids looked down on her yesterday, and he hugged her and sat on his lap and kissed her again early in the morning. Could he keep her the little bit of self-esteem left in her heart?
"Feng Yueming..." She frowned and called his name.

"What's wrong?" Feng Yueming buried her face in her hair and sniffed her sweet fragrance.

"You let go!"

Her eyes were red and covered with a layer of water.

"Why are you crying?" Feng Yueming impatiently kissed her eyes, "Why don't men love you?"

Mi Yao shook her head, she didn't want anything.

At this time, Lieutenant Li walked in, "Young Marshal, it's time, we need to go."

Another person came, and Mi Yao wanted to stand up from his arms in shock, but she was slapped quickly on the buttocks, and the man threatened in a low voice, "Don't move! If you move again, I will kill you!"

Mi Yao didn't dare to move.

Feng Yueming frowned, and looked at Adjutant Li with displeasure.

Lieutenant Li was really wronged. He knew what the young commander was doing when he saw Mi Yao's disheveled clothes in his arms. He really didn't mean to spoil the young commander's good deeds, but the time had really come.

(End of this chapter)