My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris) novel Chapter 156

While the two of them were conversing with each other, the plate that Philip was holding slipped down with a thud and fell on the low table with a thud.

What, what?

Was the man still the same Morris with mysophobia?

He actually made breakfast for this chick?

He actually used the chopsticks this chick used?

He actually enjoyed the way this chick was scolding him?

Philip felt that he must have gone crazy, his brain had made a mistake, and he had dreamt to see such a Morris.

He tilted his head in bewilderment and looked at Arlo who was dumbfounded, "Arlo, quick, slap me, quick! I must have been dreaming."

Arlo was equally stunned by Morris for half a second.

Hearing Philip's words, he stiffened his neck and nodded, then raised his hand and slapped Philip directly on the face.

The force of that slap directly slapped Philip onto the sofa.

"Holy shit! That hurts, Arlo, are you trying to fucking kill me? Ouch, my face hurts!"

Philip was instantly sobered by the pain and reached out to cover his face, wailing.

But then Arlo shook his hand, "Well, my hand hurts too, which means you aren’t dreaming."

"Nonsense, my face is almost swollen, can your hand not hurt? I suspect you're taking the opportunity to take revenge. Damn, if my face is ruined, Arlo, our relationship will end here. "

Five finger prints were imprinted on Philip's face, and the corners of his mouth twisted in pain.

"I'm not afraid that if I hit too lightly, you won't be able to distinguish between dreams and reality?" Arlo explained.

"Well, you can't hit me to death."

"If I hit you to death, you think you'd still be alive?"

"Fuck!"

Philip was pissed off.

Vivian murmured at this point, “Morris, does your friend have a brain problem? Should we call the doctor? I feel he has a serious brain problem.”

Saying that, Vivian inclined her head to look at Morris and asked in a small voice, ''Your friend wouldn't have snuck out from the mental hospital, right? He's too pitiful, he's quite handsome, but his brain is a bit faulty. It's a waste of this face. "

She thought her voice was very small, but unbeknownst to her, her words fell clearly into Philip's ears, making him nearly lose his breath and pass away.

Morris’ eyes faintly glanced at the two sitting across from each other, quite agreeing with Vivian's words, "Perhaps, you're right."

Arlo reached out and rubbed his burning painful palm while gawking at Morris and Vivian, immersed in shock for a long time.

Not to mention Philip.

It wasn't until Vivian had finished a few dumplings that she put down her chopsticks, wiped her mouth, got up and carried the paper carrier bag, and said to Morris, "Then you guys talk, I'll leave first."

She said, stepping around Morris.

She gave Philip a very sympathetic glance before leaving, and then gave a somewhat uneasy glance at Morris.

Morris followed Vivian's gaze to Philip, and saw Vivian point to her own brain, opening her mouth to say wordlessly, "He has a brain problem, you'd better stay away from him."

Morris couldn't help but laugh, eyeing Vivian as she left the apartment with her things.

Suddenly, the message alert on Morris’ phone rang.

He picked up his phone and glanced at it, it was a message from Trent: [Boss, Miss Lee is here.].

Seeing the message, Morris’ eyes sank slightly, but he only replied a word 'Okay'.