My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 209 You Pervert

The Vivian in Morris' eyes was already beautiful, and now with an outfit and light makeup, she was

highlighted to be more and more gorgeous.

Just one glance made him heart beat fast.

However, there are some people who, when they don't speak, carry an 'innate' high coolness all over

their bodies, as if they are unreachable noble princesses; but once they open their mouths and speak,

that beauty instantly disappears into air.

"What are you looking at, you pervert, stare at me again and I'll gouge your eyes out!"

Vivian's harsh gaze shot towards Morris, her beautiful eyes dense with anger that almost spilled out.

The harsh words caused Morris' brow to furrow, and he really wanted to go up and give the damn

woman a good lesson, but in the end, he couldn't bear to.

Fuck!

For the woman he liked, he had to spoil her!

The vegetarian man, who was quite cultivated, couldn't help but burst out in his heart in the end.

"From today onwards, you are a member of the Cheal family, and every word and action will represent

the entire Cheal family, so be careful with your words and actions."

Morris said.

"No need for you to remind me."

Vivian snorted lightly in disdain, carrying her skirt forward.

"Stand still!"

Morris took her wrist in one hand.

"What?"

"I think ...... you'd be better off wearing that professional outfit from earlier." Morris raised a hand to

touch his nose and said.

Only the air of speech was much weaker than it was just now.

Vivian's face instantly sank, ''Morris, you drank too much water and your brain is filled with water, right?

You're the one who told me to change my clothes, and you're the one who told me to change back?

What, did you think it was fun to tease me?"

She reached out and poked at Morris' chest, her face filled with anger, "Hmph, why should I listen to

you? If you tell me to change, I won't! Hey, I just won't listen to you, so bite me if you can."

Vivian bristled, waved her hand, lifted the hem of her skirt, and swaggered away.

Standing in place, Morris shook his head slightly and followed her.

When she got into the elevator, Vivian stood in front of him and kept quiet.

It wasn't until she was out of the hotel and ready to drive her own car that Morris said, "This one!"

"What?"

As soon as Vivian was about to get into the car, she turned around and caught a glimpse of something

smashing over, and she caught it with her bare hands as quickly as she could.

Spreading her hand out, she duly realized that the catch was the keys to the Ferrari.

She looked to Morris in confusion, "What does that mean, from Grandma again?"

Morris: Very well, no reason is even needed.

"As I said, after today, you are a member of the Cheal family. Is driving this car to the old mansion an

attempt to discredit the Cheal family?"

In his words, he was extraordinarily disgusted with Vivian's newly purchased car.

Vivian was so angry that she directly threw the Ferrari keys at him, "What do you mean? I'm not Vivian

anymore if I'm Madame Cheal's goddaughter? If that's the case, then I can't be her goddaughter!"

She hadn't wanted to get involved with the gentry, but because so much had happened recently, Vivian

wanted to use the power of the Cheal family to protect herself and her family.

But if being Madame Cheal s godmother meant that she had to be careful in everything and her

standard of living had to be on par with the upper class, then ...... she might as well quit.

It was clearly a thoughtless remark, but Morris fell into contemplation.

Yeah.

To interfere too much with her life just because she became his Grandma's goddaughter would only

limit her life.

But ......

Morris suddenly thought of something and asked, "You should know the status of the Cheal family in L

City, for the sake of ...... grandma, you are not willing to change your ...... "bad habits?

The last words were unspoken.

"Why should I change? Rich people have rich lives and poor people have poor lives. Just because I'm

grandma's goddaughter doesn't mean I have to fit in with your circle! I am who I am, uniquely me, and

even less likely to bend over backwards to change myself for anyone. Life is hard enough, I don't want

to live a depressing life."

These words were spoken by Vivian to Morris in a calm and peaceful manner.

But she meant it.

She was Vivian and would never make a change for anyone.

Clutching the car keys that Vivian had just thrown over in his hand, Morris’ eyebrows were lightly

wrinkled, a touch of sadness tinting his brow.

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In his mind, a phrase popped up at some point, as if to remind Morris.

In the last moment, Morris wondered if one day, if he took her as his wife and brought her into the

Cheal family, whether the Cheal family would be able to accept such a woman full of bad habits.

But at that moment, Morris suddenly understood.

It's clear that he likes her and if he really wants to marry her, then he's the one who should make the

change, not ...... her!

He suddenly smiled, his cold appearance suddenly becoming a little more affable.

"What a tough attitude."

The man walked around Vivian and went straight to the driver's seat and got into the 100,000

affordable car, "What is the key?"

Vivian froze, "What are you doing in my car?"

"Are you sure you can car wearing this?" Morris pointed to the high heels Vivian was wearing on her

feet.

Vivian followed his line of sight, looked down and couldn't help but mutter, "Oh yeah, wearing high

heels can’t drive."

She couldn't say anything else and got in the passenger seat and put on her seat belt.

The car started up and headed towards the old mansion.

Along the way, Vivian inclined her head to look out the window, her thoughts running wild.

Morris offered to speak to her, and when she did not answer, he stopped speaking.

An hour later, they arrived.

In the past, the old mansion, which was quite, now with all kinds of branded luxury cars parked in the

large parking lot, just like a top-class car show.

A red carpet was laid from the roadside directly to the steps of the front garden of the old house, and

red lanterns were hung on the front door, with birthday coupons.

The vintage-style banquet site is distinctive under the quaint emblematic century-old mansion.

The red carpet was lined with several media reporters, setting up tripods to record video, and even

more flashing lights crackling around.

Everything proceeded smoothly until an affordable Buick car slowly pulled into view and then caught

everyone's attention.

"Oh my God, who is this, does he find the wrong door?"

"The car is so cheap, it's not even worthy enough for one wheel of someone's car, right?"

"Does the Cheal family invite such poor people?"

"Gee, where's security, hurry up and get rid of this guy."

......

There was a lot of chatter at the door.

It wasn't until the car door opened and Morris was the first to step out of the car that everyone at the

gate instantly froze, looking at him incredulously for a long moment.

The silent scene erupted into a frenzy.