My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris) novel Chapter 65

He picked up the wine and drank it up without any questions. .

However, before Morris put down his cup, Vivian had already picked up the second glass of wine and drank.

Red wine spilled out from the corner of her mouth, winding down from her chin to her delicate collarbone, which made her more sexy.

Vivian put down the glass, raised the red wine bottle, and poured herself another glass of red wine.

She looked at Morris with red eyes, holding a red wine bottle in one hand, and a goblet in the other. She smiled, "Come, let me toast you again. Congratulations you... um..."

Halfway through her sentence, Vivian paused, as if she was thinking about how to talk to Morris.

Then she said, "Oh, congratulations for your engagement with Yoona Lee. I wish you a good marriage and have a son as soon as possible."

What a perfect match of rotten persons!

Morris' eyebrows twitched. He knew very well that Vivian was mocking him, but he just smiled and didn't say anything.

Vivian raised her cup and going to continue drinking when Morris reached out and snatched it away. "The red wine that I've treasured for twenty years is already such a waste by you."

Bang-

As soon as Morris snatched the goblet away, Vivian slammed the table angrily. She was slightly drunk as she glared at him. "Morris, are you a miser? You're not stingy at all! Am I just drinking two bottles of red wine? Do you looks like someone who lacks this! Hmph!"

The more he didn't let her drink, the more she wanted to finish all his wine.

After cursing, Vivian simply drank from the bottle.

This time, Morris did not stop her.

He watched her drinking half a bottle of red wine and then opening another one. She was about to "finish it" again.

"Enough!"

The man's face was abruptly severe and he snatched the wine from her hand. "It's been less than a month since your miscarriage. You can't drink!"

The smile on Vivian's face instantly stiffened when she heard the word "miscarriage". She shot a cold glance at Morris. "What do you mean? What's the point of putting on an act? You're the one who forced the child to death, aren't you? You think that you're a big shot and that you don't treat ordinary people like humans. Isn't this your nature?"

Only after knowing Vivian's true identity did Morris understand why she had taken a large amount of medicine to get miscarriage on that day.

So at this moment, in the face of Vivian's scolding, he was speechless.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Vivian reached out to grab the red wine. "Give me the wine!"

Unfortunately, before her finger could touch the bottle in Morris' hand, the man leaned back and dodged it easily.

Vivian stood up to grab the red wine angrily. However, Morris loosened his grip and the wine bottle fell to the ground with a loud bang and shattered.

Red wine splashed in all directions, dyeing the white floor red.

Vivian's expression turned cold. She pursed her lips and clenched her fists tightly. She was so angry that she reached out her hand to push Morris away. She wanted to ask him why he had treated her like this.

But the man grabbed her fist.

Vivian frowned and pushed him again with her left hand. Morris grabbed it and pulled her forward.

Due to inertia, she leaned forward. Morris raised his right hand and circled it around her head, making her turn around perfectly like dancing a waltz, finally she sat in his arms with her back against his chest. "Stop fooling around."

"F*ck you!"

After suppressing her emotions for a long time, Vivian was on the verge of collapse. Her elbow suddenly hit Morris' chest.

The man underestimated her strength and released her.

The next moment, Vivian stood up and kicked at Morris. "If I hadn't met me, how could so many things have happened? It's all because of you bastard!"

Although her kick was very fast, Morris was not a pushover.

He moved to the right side of the sofa and supported himself with his palm. He turned sideways and landed on the ground perfectly. He stood aside and successfully avoided Vivian's attack.

Vivian seemed to be competing with him. She stepped on the sofa and kicked him in the face.

Morris leaned slightly to one side and easily avoided her move. He then grabbed her ankle with his elbow and pulled it forward.

Vivian, who was using the inertia to throw herself forward, perfectly leaped into the air and spun around. She kicked to the side and landed a kick on Morris' shoulder.

The man took a step back with amazement in his eyes and a smile on his lips. "You're good at martial arts."

Vivian ignored him and swung her left hook fist at him.

Morris took the punch and once again pulled it in front of him. Vivian threw herself into his arms, but she took the opportunity to hug his waist. Her right foot moved from the left to his legs, and she used all the strength to kick him back, making him fall to the ground.

With a bang, both of them fell to the ground, and she pressed against him.

However, before Vivian could react, the man turned over and pressed her under his body.

He looked down at the woman lying on the floor, and his slender fingers lifted her chin. "Although you're good at martial arts, but your moves are showy but not practical ."

It was full of provocation and contempt.

Vivian was enraged. "Yours are not practical!"

She was so angry that she kicked on the sofa on the right and punched at Morris' face at the same time. The man defended himself.

However, it was a trick of the cunning little woman. Just as her fist was about to be grabbed by Morris, she suddenly shifted downwards and violently hit his abdomen.

While the man was in pain, Vivian used the force of her feet on the sofa to turn over and knock down Morris, who was pressing down on her, and quickly stood up.

Then, there was another fierce battle between the two.

Half an hour later, Vivian, who was drenched in sweat, collapsed to the floor. Looking at Morris, who was still standing, she waved her hand and said, "Stop fighting. Bastard, you bullied me."

After half an hour of fighting, Vivian thought that she could vent her anger, but only now did she realize that she was no match for Morris.

Vivian thought that he had used less than half of his strength.

What she didn't know was that Morris only used ten percent of his strength.

She was so tired that she was panting heavily, but Morris looked calm and relaxed, and there was not even a trace of sweat on his face.

The man untied two buttons on his black shirt. His strong chest muscles could be vaguely seen.

He sat on the sofa, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath. He turned his gaze to Vivian, who was lying on the ground.

He had to admit that her strength was indeed amazing, but it was not enough to be his opponent.

The reason why he was willing to accompany her to play was that he knew that Vivian was in a bad mood and wanted to accompany her to vent her emotions.

Vivian snorted coldly and got up from the ground. She went to the bar counter, picked up another bottle of red wine, opened it, and wanted to drink it again.

Just as Morris was about to stop her, Vivian seemed to have sensed something. She pointed at him and scolded, "Shut up. Just a few bottles of wine. If you don't let me drink, I'll smash them all. What’s more, I'll also tell grandma that you shamelessly had threesome."