My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris) novel Chapter 180

As the future heir of the Cheal family, his wife must be able to rise to the occasion, have a certain family background and be a good match for the family.

That was like the rule.

Scolded by Vivian, Morris didn't say anything.

"Turn right up ahead, to Old King Food Stall."

Vivian huffed.

The car stopped, and the two got out, heading straight for the Old King Food Stall.

It was 1:00 a.m. and there were not much people in the food stall.

The two sat outside, ordered a stew and kebabs, ordered two dozen of beers.

Morris had never visited such a humble roadside stand, and he even felt it dirty.

But for some reason, it didn't feel like it now.

It was as if everything was wonderful.

Vivian opened two bottles of wine, handed one to Morris, then took one for herself, raised her head and gulped it down.

"It's tasteless to drink beer, boss, give us two bottles of alcohol instead."

Vivian muttered unhappily, perhaps in a mood that was unpleasantly affected by Morris.

The boss answered and carried over a few bottles of alcohol.

Morris drank with her, but after only one sip, he found the poor quality alcohol pungent and unpleasant in the mouth.

But he wasn't fussy, and kept drinking with Vivian in silence.

"Morris, you're just as annoying as your fiancée, who's so great because you are rich and powerful and want to sway others’ lives."

The alcohol was strong.

Vivian took a few sips of alcohol before pointing at Morris and cursing.

The man took his chopsticks, caught the beans, took a bite, and unexpectedly found he had a good appetite, making the drink very appetizing.

He listened to Vivian's words and didn't know how to reply.

It wasn't long before the skewers were delivered, and Morris looked at the skewers full of seasoning and frowned, not doing anything.

Seeing his look of disgust, Vivian gave him a blank look, "What are you looking at? Eat. It is not poisonous, can't you eat it?"

She took a skewer of lamb and handed it to Morris, "Here, try it, I guarantee you won't die from eating it!"

For some reason, seeing Morris looking so puritanical made her nauseous inside.

Morris was somewhat repulsed, eyebrows wrinkling, and after hesitating for a moment, he reached out to take the lamb skewer she handed him and took a bite.

In the mouth, a whiff of seasoning, and then a slow taste reveals an extraordinarily distinctive flavor.

He realized that no wonder so many people liked to jerk off, it did taste good.

"How was it, was it good?" She questioned with a tilt of her head.

Morris nodded, "It's okay."

"Geez, I told you, it's not poisonous, so why can't you eat it."

Vivian held a skewer in one hand and raised the alcohol in the other, clinking glasses with him, "Cheers, wish you ...... a happy wedding in advance."

"Okay."

"Here, here's to you again. You're my brother and my boss, but remember, settle the bill tomorrow, or we'll cut off our friendship."

"Okay."

"Morris, you can't talk, can you? It's no fun talking to you."

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Talk ...... it is annoying as hell."

Vivian was furious with Morris, and just kept drinking.

Not long after four bottles of alcohol were finished by the two of them, she asked the boss to get a few more bottles of it.

It was autumn, the night was slightly cooler, and the two sat down to have a meal together.

Morris was in a heavy moon, and every time he raised his eyes to look at Vivian, he felt like his heart was clogged with a stone, making his heart feel extra heavy.

The suffocating pain was like nothing ever felt before.