My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 79 Buy Him breakfast

Sitting next to him, the man picked up a glass of red wine and sat there to drink.

Time ticked by. The two of them were sipping red wine leisurely. Vivian looked at the variety show and Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

seemed to be laughing very softly. From time to time, she would laugh out loud. When she was in a

good mood, she would even pat Morris on the shoulder. "Look at them. Haha, they're so funny. That

person is too stupid."

"Ouch, I can't stand it anymore. That's great. I laughed so hard that my stomach hurt."

"Ice cubes have to be kept warm. When wrapped in cotton, the ice cubes will become hot. Oh my god,

doesn't he have any common sense at all? That's great, it's so cute. “

In such a large apartment, only Morris was quiet. It was so quiet that no one could feel the smell of

fireworks. However, just because of Vivian's appearance, Morris felt an unprecedented feeling.

It was like home. With the sound of laughter, he didn't feel as quiet and cold as usual.

He looked at Vivian, who was smiling like a child. She seemed to have put down her guard against him.

Happiness seemed to be contagious and made him happy both physically and mentally.

After an unknown period of time, Vivian finally fell asleep and fell asleep on the sofa.

She looked like an ignorant little girl sleeping on the sofa, very cute.

Morris held his wine glass and drained it in one gulp. He put down his goblet and walked over. He

raised his hand, wanting to gently brush her cheek. However, when he recalled how she had been wary

of him in the elevator back then, he only picked her up and sent her to the second bedroom.

He leaned over and gently placed her on the soft bed. However, before he could straighten up, Vivian

wrapped her arms around his neck, preventing him from moving.

Morris furrowed his brows and moved his body out of common sense. In the end, Vivian hugged him

tightly and muttered, "Oh... I'm so tired. Don't move."

In this way, he could not bear to push her away and lay beside her.

At that moment, the soft bed sank slightly. Vivian felt that she had someone to rely on. She thought that

it was a big bear at home, so she directly pressed her legs on it.

She rubbed her cheeks against Morris' chest and found a comfortable position before falling asleep.

She slept well, but it was hard for Morris.

There was a soft fragrance in his body, and his breath was filled with the fragrance of shampoo, as well

as the unique body fragrance of the little girl. It stirred his heartstrings, like a cruel torture, torturing him.

Finally, he couldn't help but push Vivian away, wanting to leave.

As a result, when he moved, Vivian hugged him tightly. She couldn't help but hold his legs tighter.

Vivian was used to being alone, so she liked to put a paparazzo on the bed. When she was sleeping,

she held the paparazzo in her arms and rested her legs on it. It was the most comfortable.

Therefore, she had already regarded Morris as a fluffy duke in her sleep.

The 'Burning Flame' Morris looked at Vivian and couldn't help but mutter, "What a charming girl."

After all, Morris could not bear this kind of torture. He had no choice but to push her away mercilessly

and leave her bedroom awkwardly.

Because he was worried that if he stayed for a while longer, he would really want her badly.

Vivian had a good night's sleep and woke up at seven o'clock the next day.

She yawned and stretched her limbs on the bed. She opened her eyes and looked around, only to find

that she was in the bedroom.

She was stunned at first, and then immediately touched her body to make sure that everything was fine

and that there was no sign of being violated by that bastard Morris. Her hanging heart finally fell.

"It seems that this jerk is very afraid of grandma."

She couldn't help laughing and was finally relieved of Morris.

After getting up, she washed up and went to the living room, only to find no one there.

She thought that Morris was sleeping and didn't disturb him, so she rummaged through the boxes and

cupboards to find food in the kitchen and refrigerator, but there was nothing.

She changed her clothes and went downstairs to eat something. When she was about to leave, she

thought of Morris again, so she brought her some hot and dry noodles and soy milk.

Back in the apartment, he walked to Morris' room and knocked on the door. "Hello, get up."

She knocked on the door and found no one paying attention to her. Vivian pushed the door open and

saw that there was no one inside.

She scratched her head. "Where is he?"

"Why are you looking for me?"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind her, which startled her for no reason.

She turned around and glared at Morris. "You want to die? Don't you know that people are scary? Are

you scared to death?"

She patted her chest in shock.

"Don't worry. Don't worry about ghosts knocking on the door."

The man was dressed in a black shirt and trousers. His short hair made him look shiny. His collar was

slightly open, and his face, which was as handsome as a god's, had a faint smile on it. His right hand

unbuttoned the buttons of his left sleeve and rolled it to his elbow.

It was obviously a very casual move, but all of it was done by Morris, which added a little more dignity

and arrogance.

The proportion of his height was excellent. He was like an overbearing president who came out of Two-

dimensional cartoon. His every word and every action had a transcendent temperament.

Even though Vivian didn't like Morris and even hated this bastard man, she still couldn't stop herself

from being mesmerized by him for a moment.

"He's so big, and he can't walk at all. Did he float here? Hey."

She snorted and pointed to the restaurant. "I just went down for breakfast and brought you breakfast."

After that, she walked toward the study. "Can I play your computer? Can I download the game?"

"Yes."

Morris responded.

"Then I'll download the game."

Perhaps it was because of the failure of the series of plans that Vivian had lost her initial passion. On

the contrary, she was a little depressed. She was not even as active as she was at work.

She walked into the study and turned on Morris' computer to download the game.

As for Morris, he walked to the dining room and looked at the box of noodles on the table. The noodles

filled with sauce were all dried up and there was also a cup of stuff that was similar to a disposable cup.

Morris frowned when he saw the crooked plastic cup with bear-like pictures printed on it.

He took out the straw in the plastic bag, opened the seal, and took a sip. He thought it was a glass of

impure milk, but it turned out to be something like soy milk, but more like sugar water.

He frowned and stared at the thing in his hand, lost in thought.

"What are you looking at?"

Because it would take a long time to download the large-scale game, Vivian had time to come out. As a

result, she saw Morris staring blankly at a cup of soy milk.

"What is this?"

Morris asked.

"It's soy milk. Two dollars a cup."

"Are you sure this is not sugar water?"

Not to mention its inferior quality, it only smelled like a little soybean, but more like sugar water.

"What? The price of soy milk has risen year after year. It's not as pure as before." She felt very

helpless.

Morris nodded seriously and began to eat noodles again. However, he picked up a pair of dry noodles

and took a bite. It was difficult for him to swallow it. "Do you usually eat such unsavoury food?"

"Puff..."