My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris) novel Chapter 155

The delivery man said thank you, turned around and left.

She carried the thermos and turned back into the living room, "Morris, hey hey, since you ordered so much breakfast, I'd better finish it before I leave, otherwise how wasteful."

With that, she was seen walking towards the couch with a thermos in one hand and paper carrier bags in the other.

Philip, who was sitting on the sofa and moaning, saw Vivian and before he could voice out about her hitting him too hard just now, he was gently kicked by Vivian, "Get up and go a little inside."

The corners of Philip's mouth twitched, wanting to say something, but seeing Arlo's ungenerous smile, and Morris had no the slightest intention of protecting him, he still consciously stepped aside.

Vivian put the paper carry bag of clothes on the sofa, and put the thermos on the low table, and opened the lid, and a fresh smell came out.

"Wow, that smells good, I'm hungry."

She said as she brought out the breakfast inside.

"Morris, why you ordered so much for just the two of us for breakfast?" Looking at the eight types of breakfast in the large thermos, she felt doubly distressed.

This was an expensive meal.

Vivian called him by his name 'Morris', and spoke to him in a nonchalant and even somewhat arrogant manner.

This scene simply made Philip stunned.

That was the legendary 'spoil', right?

In the large L City, Philip hadn't seen many people who dared to call Morris by his name like that, arrogantly calling him wasting money.

It was such a surprise.

And Arlo's unfathomable gaze fell on both Vivian and Morris.

"Let's eat together."

Morris said, and then went to the master bathroom to wash up.

After seeing Morris go inside, Philip immediately approached Vivian, "Girl, do you usually speak so arrogantly to Morris?"

"I am not arrogant. Isn't this normal communication? Morris is wasting money, I'm just stating the facts."

Vivian said while sitting cross-legged on the carpet, opening the bowl of porridge and starting to bury her head in food, had no intention to wait for Morris.

"You're not waiting for him to eat with you?"

Philip asked again.

"Why should I? Do I have to wait for him to feed me?"

Philip, "......"

You're a real conversation ender.

He didn't say anything more, but slowly walked to Arlo's side and nudged his elbow to Arlo's arm, communicating with him with his eyes.

Philip: Holy shit, this chick is not simple.

Arlo: I have seen that.

Philip: Why didn't you stop me just now? Do you know how much my butt hurt from the fall?

Arlo: You deserve it.

Philip: Get out!

The two men made eye contact.

Not long after, Morris came out of the bedroom after washing up.

Looking at the two men sitting on the sofa, he swept a glance at Vivian who was sitting on the carpet and saw that she was eating.

He sat beside her out of habit and placed a specific glass of milk on the table in front of Vivian, "Drink this."