My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 78 Getting Drunk

"You're being unreasonable."

Vivian Mond rolled her eyes at him. She felt that Morris Cheal was simply a bastard. He was

unreasonable. Compared to a primitive person, he who seemed to have evolved his limbs and his brain

was still at the early stage of the primordial.

Generally speaking, an idiot!

She didn't want to continue arguing with Morris Cheal, so she leaned against the window, closed her

eyes, and stopped talking.

The carriage fell into silence.

It was not until they arrived at the underground garage of Shades Club that they got off the car together

and entered the elevator one after the other.

After Trent Stone handed the key to Morris Cheal, she drove home.

She could not get involved in this pair of enemies.

In the elevator, there was not much space, but Vivian Mond leaned against the corner, trying to

distance herself from Morris Cheal as much as possible. Her words and actions were full of disgust for

him.

"Why are you standing so far away?"

The man, who stood straight, glanced at the little woman. He frowned slightly, and his handsome face

was full of displeasure.

"Those who are close to you will be close to you, while Those who are mentally challenged are

brainless. "

She raised her eyebrows and replied casually.

As soon as his voice fell, Morris Cheal's face instantly darkened.

He stretched out his long arms and pulled Vivian Mond over. He held her in his arms and said, "Say it

again?"

Vivian Mond struggled in his arms, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free from his

grip, as if she was made of steel.

She couldn't break free, so she didn't bother to resist.

He raised his head and glared at her. "I'll tell you, those who are close to you will be close to you, while

those who are close to you will be dark."

"The second half?"

"Those who are mentally challenged are brainless."

"Do you want to die, huh?"

The man pinched her cheek hard. Her skin was so smooth that it could break, but it was also full of

elasticity. When he pinched her, her cheek instantly looked like a small bun, which was a little cute.

"It's clear that you're sitting in the opposite seat. It's my fault? Besides, did I name it?"

Vivian Mond's beautiful willow-shaped eyebrows were twisted into a mess. She reached out and patted

the back of Morris Cheal's hand. "Let go of me, don't you know that men and women are not allowed to

be close?"

"I've already slept. Don't you think it's too late to tell me this now?"

Morris Cheal's sharp lips curved into an arc. There was a hint of ridicule in them. Even his eyes were

instantly filled with a clear ' Desire'.

His expression made Vivian Mond's back turn cold. She couldn't help swallowing. "Morris Cheal, I'm

warning you, if you dare touch me again, I won't forgive you for the rest of my life!"

This sentence was absolutely serious.

Morris Cheal stared at her for a moment and snorted coldly, "Your face is no different from Yoona Lee's.

Where did you get the confidence to think that I would touch you?"

The implication was that it was better to touch Yoona Lee than you.

Vivian Mond's hanging heart finally settled down.

A bell tinkled.

When they reached the bottom floor, the elevator door opened.

He let go of her, and Vivian immediately turned around and walked out of the elevator into the living

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Standing in the living room, she said to Morris , "You sleep in the master bedroom, I sleep in the guest

room, and don't interfere in the affairs of the well."

Just now, Morris had truly sensed fear on Vivian's face. She looked like a frightened little Elk, causing

others to feel pity for her.

"Yes."

He answered, turned around, went to the master bedroom, and closed the door.

Seeing him go in, Vivian walked to the sofa wearily and sat down. She turned on the TV and watched

the TV.

Since Old Madame Cheal recognized her as her nominal granddaughter, Morris had never touched her

again. Perhaps it was because they were nominal siblings, so Morris knew what to do.

Coupled with Old Madame Cheal's repeated warnings, he should not have dared to touch her.

Thinking of this, Vivian was relieved.

Sitting on the stage was boring. Vivian went to the stage to get a bottle of red wine and a goblet. She

walked to the sofa, drinking red wine and chasing the drama, feeling very comfortable.

Time ticked by, from eight o'clock to twelve o'clock.

After coming out of the master bedroom, Morris went straight to the study and never came out again.

She watched TV for a while and felt bored, so she went to the second bedroom.

Just as she was about to take a shower, she suddenly remembered that there was no clothes to wear.

But when she pulled open the wardrobe in the secondary bedroom, there was a row of early autumn

clothes inside.

She looked at the pendant, which was exactly the size of her clothes.

Was it prepared for her?

Vivian didn't think much about it. She went to the bathroom to take a shower and then lay on the bed in

her pajamas, playing with her phone.

She tossed and turned until it was two o'clock.

So, she got up again late at night, wanting to borrow Morris' study to check something with her

computer.

But when she dragged her slippers to the study and pushed the door open, she found that Morris was

still working.

"You... It's already two o'clock. Why haven't you slept yet?"

Vivian was a little surprised. Could it be that the legendary overbearing CEO had woken up earlier than

a chicken and slept earlier than a dog?

Morris, who was sitting in front of the computer, was having a video conference, and at the other end of

the video sat several good business partners.

"Wow, Cheal, your wife is in a hurry."

"Hahaha, it seems that we have delayed Cheal's spring night."

"Don't hide your beauty in the golden house. Let's have a look."

...

Several brothers in the video teased him unkindly.

Morris' face darkened and he hung up the video call.

He looked at the time on the lower right corner of the computer. It was already 1:30 in the morning.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

Vivian shrugged. "I can't sleep."

"What are you doing here?"

"I can't sleep, so I just want to play with the computer."

After browsing Meta on her mobile phone, she found that there was nothing good to watch in TV series.

As soon as she turned on the TV, she saw the young man without acting skills talking about love with

women. It was really boring.

"It's too late. I can play tomorrow."

"Humph, stingy."

Vivian thought that he didn't agree, so she snorted, turned around, and walked out of the study angrily,

lying on the sofa to watch a drama Series.

Not long after, Morris walked out of the study and saw that Vivian was in high spirits as she watched

variety shows. She was not sleepy at all.

He said, "Since you can't sleep, drink with me."

Drinking some wine was good for sleeping.

Although Vivian had drunk and vomited at that time, she had already cleaned up. The breathing system

in the apartment was very good, and she had not smelled the wine for a long time.

"Okay."

Vivian agreed happily.

So he got up, ran to the bar counter barefoot, took a bottle of red wine and two goblets, and walked

over. "I just want to drink some wine."

She said with a smile.

Morris stood by the sofa and looked at Vivian, who was dressed in black shoulder-length pajamas. Her

shoulder-length short hair draped over her shoulders, revealing her exquisite collarbone and slender

neck. Her bare feet were running around on the white floor. She looked simple and cute, just like a little

sister next door.

The man couldn't help laughing and looked at her without blinking.

"What are you waiting for? Come and drink."

Vivian waved at him, opened the red wine, and poured it directly into the glass.

Although these red wine were old and needed to wake up, in order to make her sleep early, Morris did

not remind her about the wine.