Married by Ivan Vane, the bride who was snatched

Chapter 54 You Are A Servant

An hour later, Feng Yueming withdrew and left.

He got out of bed and looked sideways at the woman on the bed. The woman's eyes were empty looking at the crystal chandelier above her head, her eyes seemed unable to move.

Feng Yueming's mood was not any better, he moved his thin lips, and said ruthlessly, "Beg me, or else you will be tied up like this tonight."

Mi Yao's two small hands were tied to the head of the bed with a belt, but she slowly twitched her eyelashes, and then closed her eyes.

She refused to speak.

Feng Yueming's deep cold eyes seemed to be frozen, and he knelt on the bed with one knee, and he reached out and patted her pale face, "Miyao, fight against me, you don't have that ability yet, look at you like this, She looks like she was raped, how about this, I'll take a photo and send it to your father..."

Mi Yao suddenly opened her eyes, she looked at Feng Yueming in horror.

Having received the desired effect, Feng Yueming was very satisfied, "I heard that your father is recuperating well these days, guess if I send him the photo, he will die of anger right away, huh."

Seeing the smile in the man's eyes, Mi Yao's eyes became hot, and crystal clear and hot tears fell down without any precaution.

"What... do you want?" She asked hoarsely.

"beg me."

Mi Yao nodded, her whole body was like a broken porcelain doll, "Okay, I beg you."

Tears flowed into her mouth, and she tasted the bitterness in her mouth.

Feng Yueming stretched out her hand and untied the belt on her hand, "Mi Yao, remember this punishment, don't make me angry in the future, I will be unhappy, there will be a thousand ways to make you unhappy .”

After speaking, he got up and left the room.

The man left, Mi Yao stayed silent for a few minutes, then she turned sideways, curled herself up, covered her face with her two small hands, and began to choke softly.

Never found her life to be so difficult.

Sad she seems to have died.

……

The next morning.

Feng Yueming sat in the dining room, and the maid began to serve breakfast.

At this moment, a maid came down from the upstairs, and the maid brought breakfast to Mi Yao, but there was no shortage of breakfast on the plate, and Mi Yao didn't eat it.

Feng Yueming took a sip of milk expressionlessly, then said, "Let her come down."

"Yes, young commander." The maid walked upstairs.

Soon, Mi Yao went downstairs, and she came to Feng Yueming's side, standing like a lifeless puppet.

"What are you doing, I invite you to come back to be the young marshal's wife? Mi Yao, figure out your identity, you are at best a servant here!" Feng Yueming waved the plate and threw it to the ground.

The servants didn't dare to make a sound. How could the young commander lose his temper so early in the morning?
Mi Yao squatted down slowly, and she began to pick up the broken disks on the ground.

Feng Yueming lowered her eyes and glanced at her. She was wearing a loose blue dress today. The skirt was a bit too big, and it was empty on her body. There were two blue marks on her slender wrist. The belt tied her, her skin is delicate, the two scars are very conspicuous.

(End of this chapter)