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.

Morris stood up, toasting Lincoln with a glass of wine, "Sir, happy birthday, I wish you a long and prosperous life and all the best."

"Hahahaha, thanks, thanks."

The family sat together and had a good time.

A beautiful atmosphere of laughter lingered, and immersed in such a happy atmosphere, Morris felt inexplicably relaxed.

Such harmony and happiness compared to the Cheal family was something he couldn't even think about or had never even felt.

At the table, drinking and partying with friends and business partners, he was forced, or rather, it was inevitable.

But now, he was truly happy, and even envious of Vivian.

He envied her wanton spontaneity and the simple joy of living in an ordinary home.

After finishing their drinks, Vivian and Anika both cleared the dining table and placed two cakes on the table, placing candles on each.

Vivian lit the candles and said to Morris and Lincoln, "Here, make a wish. ...... Wait!"

Since one was a 'family' themed cake that Vivian had bought, and the other was a Fortuna cake that Morris had bought, and since Morris and Lincoln were standing together and Vivian's cake was in front of Morris’, she wanted to switch it up.

"This is the cake I bought for my dad, so put it in front of him." She said as she reached to move the cake.

As her hand touched the cake, Morris slapped her on the back of her hand, "For your father's birthday, Fortuna is most appropriate."

"Yeah, yeah, what's on your mind, you girl?" Lincoln chimed in.

Vivian bristled, "Fine."

Reluctantly she began to sing, "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you ......"

Anika sang the birthday song with her, and the Houghton puffed on his smoke, his deep gaze now and then fixed on Morris without speaking.

Morris and Lincoln wore their birthday hats and made a wish together.

Vivian, meanwhile, sang along while taking pictures of the two with her phone.

"Come on, Vivian, let me take a picture with you." Anika said to Vivian.

"Okay."

Vivian handed her phone to Anika and walked between Morris and Lincoln, to take a picture together.

At the end the five of them took a big group photo together, with automatic function.

After everything was done, they blowed out the candles and ate the cake.

But because they were full, so they ate not much cake.

After dinner, a few people sat in the small courtyard, talking and watching the stars.

"Morris, Vivian said that you have a fiancée, who is your fiancée?" Anika was chatting and happened to remember this matter, so she asked.

As her words fell, Vivian's heart thumped, immediately raising her eyes and sweeping a glance at Morris, she said with a smile, "Mom, why ask this, you wouldn't know her."

If her mom knew that Morris was Yoona's fiancé, Vivian was afraid that her mom would let the dogs bite him right now.

"Gee, it doesn’t matter. It is just a small chat. Right, Morris?"

Having eaten together, they were naturally a little closer to each other and were not addressed as the rusty 'Mr. Cheal'.

"It's just marriage based on business."

Morris said perfunctorily, changing the subject at once, "Vivian, I've never heard of you having a master before."

No wonder Vivian was so skilled, it turned out that she had a master to teach her.

But for some reason, from the first moment Morris saw this Houghton, he felt that this man had a powerful aura and did not resemble an ordinary person.

"Geez, there's a lot of things you haven't heard about." Vivian wrapped her arms around the Houghton's neck, "Master, I'm telling you, Morris always bullies me, so you can teach him a lesson later. I can't beat him, I'm so angry."