My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris) novel Chapter 131

Trent covered his neck with one hand, clutched the passenger's car seat with the other, sitting sideways, choking with a red face and his forehead could be see with blue veins.

Vivian was shocked by him and didn't hesitate, directly handing the soy milk in her hand to Trent, "Trent, have some soy milk."

Trent glanced at Vivian and then at the soy milk she was holding with a look of resistance.

"I haven't had any."

She said she hadn't had any, before Trent and took the soy milk, gulping before easing up.

Taking a long breath of relief, he reached up and patted his chest, "Fuck, choking."

"Choke on it!"

Vivian disliked Trent angrily, "Really people are divided into groups and things are gathered together, you are like your boss. You are about to choke to death, but you still wondered if I have drank the soy milk!"

"Heh, heh, thank you, Miss Mond."

Trent smiled awkwardly and thanked Vivian for the life-saving cup of soy milk that she had handed over in time.

He made a mental decision to never eat any eggs again.

He started the car and eased forward.

Vivian, who was sitting in the back row, looked at the closed-eyed, fake-sleeping Morris, and found that he was getting more and more petty. He was actually holding a grudge with her for she bought him cheap breakfast.

She reached up and touched her nose, and said, "Actually, there are a lot of really delicious things at roadside stalls, like powder, teppanyaki, spicy hotpot, or something, so why don't I take you out to eat tomorrow night?"

Morris opened his eyes slowly and glanced at Vivian out of the corner of his eyes, "A dollar for spicy hotpot?"

She waved her hand, "Never mind the money, I'll make sure to make you full tomorrow."

In order to be able to have breakfast for free later, Vivian could only treat Morris to another dinner.

Morris didn't ask any more questions, and the three of them returned to the apartment.

After returning to the apartment, Yara had already left for work. Vivian changed her clothes and greeted Morris, "I'm going to work, bye."

She stood in the living room and yelled out to Morris’ bedroom.

As a result, the words just fell, dressed in a dark gray suit, Morris pulled open the door and walked out, glowing with a reserved, cold and arrogant aura of the superior, like an unreachable kind, handsome and uncommon.

Such a man of uncommon statue was pleasing to the eye.

Vivian just inadvertently glanced at Morris and was instantly attracted to his stunningly beautiful face, falling into it.

How could he look so good?

God was more or less eccentric.

"I'll drive you."

Morris said.

"That's pretty good, saves money."

She gave a smile.

It was rare for the two to get along without conflict.

Entering the elevator together, between the gap from the top floor to the negative second floor, Vivian pursed her lips and said, "It's possible that I'm planning to leave L City recently."

"When are you coming back?"

From Vivian's tone, he could hear that she was planning to leave L City permanently and never return.

But Morris asked anyway.