My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris) novel Chapter 174

Anika stepped forward and led a few people into the house.

The table was set with six dishes and two soups, with a balanced mix of meat and vegetables, and a bottle of alcohol on the table.

"Sir, I'm going out to get something."

Morris turned and walked out.

After he walked out of the courtyard, Houghton tapped the cigarette stick in his hand and glared at Vivian, "He likes you?"

"What a mess, Master, what are you thinking about? He has a fiancée." Vivian waved her hand, feeling that Master was a bit immodest.

"Good."

Houghton nodded with a serious face.

"What do you mean that's good?" Vivian, who was confused, couldn't help but ask.

"Nothing, he is well dressed in expensive clothes and you are a match to him."

"Yes, yes, your master is right."

Lincoln chimed in.

Vivian was speechless, "What's going through your head, really?" She shook her head and said, "Dad, today is your birthday, and it happens to be his birthday as well, so he stopped by and spent a birthday with you."

After saying that, Vivian herself felt that this reason was a bit absurd, so she added, "It was his grandmother, that is, my god-grandmother ordered him to come."

"That's more like it."

Lincoln nodded, feeling relieved.

A short while later, Morris walked in again, with an extra case of Maotai wine in his hand, carried it in, and placed it in the corner.

"Gee, this, this, this is so expensive."

Even though Anika didn't drink much, she knew that Maotai was expensive.

Morris immediately said, "Someone else gave it to my family and we couldn't finish it, so I brought it here."

He carried out a bottle of Maotai from the case and placed it on the table with a warm smile, "Sorry to keep you waiting."

They didn't know about alcohol, but Vivian had been a security guard at the Night Bar for so long that she naturally knew how expensive the wine was.

This is the top grade thirty year old State Banquet Moutai.

The market price is conceivable.

"Mom, they have a lot of wine, it's not expensive. Let's hurry up and eat, or the food will get cold."

Vivian didn't want to put too much of a psychological burden on her adoptive parents, so she chimed in.

And then they started eating.

It was all home-cooked food, and Morris, who was used to dedicate food, ate it instead, feeling that it tasted especially good and made him remember his mother.

They were laughing, drinking wine and talking, and the atmosphere was very cordial.

Vivian had Lincoln sitting on her left and Houghton on her right, so she was like a little girl, reaching out every now and then to tug on Houghton's goatee, "Master, you're too much, you came on my father's birthday and you didn't even come on my birthday. Today you must punish yourself with a drink."

"Okay, okay. I punish myself with a drink, and I promise that when you have your birthday next year, I will come over."

"Hahahaha, good. A deal is a deal."

"He is your master, how can you pull his beard?"

"Dad, don't worry about what I do with my master. Come on, today is your birthday, I propose a toast to you, wish you a happy birthday." Saying that, Vivian suddenly remembered Morris sitting across from her, "Come on, Morris, today is also your birthday, and thank you for sending me back, I also toast you. Happy birthday."

She was happy from the bottom of her heart.

And she was very grateful to Morris.