My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris) novel Chapter 152

It was a better angle to look at his phone screen.

"Geez, Morris, are you a pig? Angela can't be played like that."

"Stupid."

"Angela can use her second skill first, then ultimate skill, or use her second skill first, then her first skill, and finally ultimate skill. You just use the first skill, the other side can run away. She can control the other party, you know?"

"Also, opposite you is the support hero Da Qiao, her second skill is that circle, and that circle takes away the enemy heroes within the circle after one turn."

"You have to familiarize yourself with all the heroes first, having understood all the heroes' skills before you can better operate. As the saying goes, 'Know your enemy and know yourself and you will never lose a battle'."

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Playing the game, Vivian's spirit was so high that even her voice was raised.

Morris obediently listened to her instructions the entire time, his fingers slowly sliding across the phone screen, manipulating the hero, but his gaze fell on Vivian, who was almost rubbing against his arms.

Between his breath was the faint scent of her body and the smell of shampoo emanating from her hair.

He accidentally lost concentration and Angela was killed in seconds by a hero who jumped out of the bushes.

"Flash, flash, hey, I told you to use flash, what are you doing?"

Vivian was angry and glared at Morris, "If I had known you were so stupid, I wouldn't have taught you. No, you should have just added tuition."

"I'm ...... not too good at it."

Even after being yelled at by Vivian at the top of her lungs, Morris had no intention of getting angry.

On the contrary, Vivian was infuriated.

"Come on, I'll log in and show you how to play."

Vivian didn't realize that she was too close to Morris that it was intimate.

Then she straightened up, to get her own phone, log in and play with him.

In his arms, there was a sudden emptiness, and the feeling that made his mind wander instantly disappeared.

Morris’ gaze momentarily darkened.

When Vivian pulled out her phone, she couldn't help but mutter when she looked at its battery level, "No battery? Morris, do you have an Android charger?"

"No."

"What to do?"

"I'll have Trent send it over later."

"Alright, then you finish playing this one and then send a message to Trent."

"Okay."

Morris responded.

She then began to continue teaching, and Morris studied very earnestly.

After playing of some times, Morris started talking, diverting her attention, and by the time Vivian responded to ask him to call Trent to send the charger, the game had already started.

Until five in the morning, Vivian was so sleepy that she fell asleep on his shoulder, her head swaying every now and then, so Morris raised his hand to hold her head, and then lay her in his arms in a submissive manner.

He put his phone aside, and the living room fell silent.

He crossed his legs over the low table, allowing Vivian to lean into his arms and drift off to sleep.

She finally quieted down, and Morris looked at her face that resembled Yoona.

Her cheeks with smooth skin with well-defined contours and delicate features were very good looking.

Thick dark hair slid down to her cheeks as she lay, hiding her stunning face.

Morris ruffled her bangs and pinned them behind her ear.

His fingers touched her skin, so delicate and smooth that he couldn't help but reach out and caress it.

It wasn't until Vivian was thoroughly asleep that Morris got up, carried her back to her bedroom, and laid her on the bed.

He lay beside her, watching quietly as she breathed evenly, and Morris couldn't help but lean in and kiss her on the lips.

Her lips were soft, with a light sweetness that intoxicated him.

Vivian, who was sleeping well, felt someone gagging her and gave a very uncomfortable wail.

Morris let go of her instantly.

But she was rather cute.

"You like her?"

Suddenly, a question came to his mind.

The man whose lips were rippling with a light smile just then was stunned and froze as he looked at the woman in front of him.

Like her?

How was that possible?

In his life, he would only put his career first, and how could he like a country woman?

At this thought, Morris' face suddenly condensed.

Getting up, he hurriedly left the bedroom.

Standing in the living room, Morris sent a message in the group of four young masters in the capital: [Come out for a drink, the usual place.]

Then he went downstairs to the clubhouse private room 8888.

Twenty minutes later, two people walked into the box, Arlo Marsh and Philip Dixon.

Arlo Marsh, the only heir to the Marsh family, but who prefers to uphold justice, defied his family to enter the Public Security University and is now a police captain.

Philip Dixon, the youngest, most unassuming doctor in L City.

He has a suave appearance, giving the impression of being an evil gangster and immodest, on the other hand, he was a top medical wizard and gifted in the country.

However, he had abandoned medicine for business.

"Morris, what's with the sudden desire to come out and drink?"

Philip wrapped his arm around Arlo's neck and walked over to Morris’ side, smiling flirtatiously, "It's been a long time. I thought you had a wife and forgot about us."

Arlo was more reticent and just asked lightly, "Something on your mind?"

"Arlo, don't talk nonsense, how can Morris have something in mind when he's immersed in a gentle place every day." Philip patted Arlo's shoulder and teased, "Do you think everyone is like you, wooden and uncomprehending?"

The two sat next to Morris, one left and one right.

Morris picked up his wine and took a small sip, "Where is Danny?"

"Danny had some temporary business and couldn't come." Philip said, also lifting his wine, and several people clinked their glasses and drank it all.

After finishing his drink, Philip put down his glass and got up to order a song, tuning the sound down so it wouldn't interfere with the conversation.

Just as he picked up the microphone and sang, he suddenly heard Morris ask Arlo, "What is the sign of loving someone?"

"Holy shit, what did you say?"

Because Philip was about to sing along with the rhythm, he ended up hearing Morris' words, scaring him so much that he dropped the microphone.

As soon as he turned around, he scurried straight to sit down next to Morris, "Say that again, Morris. What? What's the sign of loving someone? Holy shit, you're not really in love with that Yoona chick, are you?"

"Miss Lee is so talented and beautiful that few men can resist." Arlo said.

Morris held his glass and took a light sip of red wine, "You didn't answer my question."

His gaze fell on Philip.

As a playboy, Philip and Issac could be considered to be same kind of people.

But because Philip now ran a media company, he was naturally surrounded by women from all walks of life, most of them celebrities.

"What is the sign of loving someone? Of course it's when you don't see her for a day, you want to be with her all the time, when you see her, you want to kiss her, fuck her, be with her. Even taking a walk feels like an unbelievably beautiful thing."