My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris) novel Chapter 128

Vivian, who was holding the bottle, glared coldly at Yara and snatched the bottle from her hand again, "How nosy, I'm in a good mood, can't I still have a drink?"

"In a good mood?"

Yara was baffled, where did she look like she was in a good mood at all?

"Yeah, in a good mood. My brother and her fiancee are getting married soon, so I'm happy. Do you want to have a drink with me to celebrate in advance? By the way, Yara, let me tell you, when Morris and Yoona get married, we can ask him for a big red envelope, hahaha ......"

She laughed recklessly and lifted the bottle again to gulp down several sips of wine.

All that wine was like water down the gullet, she couldn't stop.

Yara was stunned by Vivian's move, "You ...... are really happy?"

Why did she look like she was sad instead?

"Yes, happy, happy."

Vivian nodded her head, placed the bottle of red wine on the table with a thud, burped, and then got up and walked towards the bar.

"Morris ...... No, my brother is rich, and he's got all the good drinks on the bar, it's a shame not to drink them. I'm going to drink more."

She walked over to the bar and looked at the wines sitting on the shelves, looking specifically for something older.

Those wines were good, but because they were so old, if it did not sober up, it would do harm to the health.

Vivian found two bottles of wine on the rack, glanced at Yara and shook her head, "You're not a good drinker, go to bed, I want to drink with him."

As she said that, she handed a bottle of red wine to Morris, "Come on, to celebrate that you're going to be a father soon, let's get drunk. But let's say in advance, when you get married, make sure to give me a big red envelope."

Morris gazed at Vivian for an instant.

The last time she'd gotten drunk with such reckless abandon was the day she'd been rescued from abroad.

It was only a month before and after.

Knowing the relationship between Morris and Vivian, Yara couldn't say anything else but only said to Morris, "Tell her to drink less, I'm going to bed."

"Okay."

Morris answered, and she went back to her bedroom to sleep.

Vivian raised her bottle and clinked it with him, "Come on, have a drink with me."

"You should not drink before your wounds have healed."

"That's a minor injury, it's fine."

Vivian glanced at him, "Why talk nonsense even for a drink?"

She held up her bottle and continued to drink alone.

In a short while, she finished the wine in her hand, but once she looked at the wine in Morris’ hand, her face suddenly went dark, "Forget it if you don't want to drink, I'll find Issac to drink."

Vivian put down the bottle and got up to head out.

But just as she went around Morris, she was clutched tightly by his wrist, "I'll drink with you."

He clutched Vivian's wrist with one hand, raised the bottle with the other, gazed at Vivian, and took a large sip of red wine, "Sit down, I'll drink with you."

"That's more like it."

Vivian grinned, a smile with an endless sourness in it.

He drank with her, and watched Vivian drink four bottles of red wine by herself without getting drunk.

Originally, Morris had thought that a bit drinking would help her sleep, but she had no intention of going to sleep, and if she drank more, he was only afraid that she would get alcohol poisoning and hurt her health.

He snatched the bottle away from Vivian's hand, "Stop drinking, I'll take you out for a drive."

He lamented that Vivian had an amazing amount of alcohol.

But even the best drinker could stand the fact that alcohol hurts.

"What? Where to?"