My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 131 The Identity of the Mysterious Masked Man

Trent covered his neck with one hand, clutched the passenger's car seat with the other, sitting

sideways, choking with a red face and his forehead could be see with blue veins.

Vivian was shocked by him and didn't hesitate, directly handing the soy milk in her hand to Trent, NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

"Trent, have some soy milk."

Trent glanced at Vivian and then at the soy milk she was holding with a look of resistance.

"I haven't had any."

She said she hadn't had any, before Trent and took the soy milk, gulping before easing up.

Taking a long breath of relief, he reached up and patted his chest, "Fuck, choking."

"Choke on it!"

Vivian disliked Trent angrily, "Really people are divided into groups and things are gathered together,

you are like your boss. You are about to choke to death, but you still wondered if I have drank the soy

milk!"

"Heh, heh, thank you, Miss Mond."

Trent smiled awkwardly and thanked Vivian for the life-saving cup of soy milk that she had handed over

in time.

He made a mental decision to never eat any eggs again.

He started the car and eased forward.

Vivian, who was sitting in the back row, looked at the closed-eyed, fake-sleeping Morris, and found that

he was getting more and more petty. He was actually holding a grudge with her for she bought him

cheap breakfast.

She reached up and touched her nose, and said, "Actually, there are a lot of really delicious things at

roadside stalls, like powder, teppanyaki, spicy hotpot, or something, so why don't I take you out to eat

tomorrow night?"

Morris opened his eyes slowly and glanced at Vivian out of the corner of his eyes, "A dollar for spicy

hotpot?"

She waved her hand, "Never mind the money, I'll make sure to make you full tomorrow."

In order to be able to have breakfast for free later, Vivian could only treat Morris to another dinner.

Morris didn't ask any more questions, and the three of them returned to the apartment.

After returning to the apartment, Yara had already left for work. Vivian changed her clothes and greeted

Morris, "I'm going to work, bye."

She stood in the living room and yelled out to Morris’ bedroom.

As a result, the words just fell, dressed in a dark gray suit, Morris pulled open the door and walked out,

glowing with a reserved, cold and arrogant aura of the superior, like an unreachable kind, handsome

and uncommon.

Such a man of uncommon statue was pleasing to the eye.

Vivian just inadvertently glanced at Morris and was instantly attracted to his stunningly beautiful face,

falling into it.

How could he look so good?

God was more or less eccentric.

"I'll drive you."

Morris said.

"That's pretty good, saves money."

She gave a smile.

It was rare for the two to get along without conflict.

Entering the elevator together, between the gap from the top floor to the negative second floor, Vivian

pursed her lips and said, "It's possible that I'm planning to leave L City recently."

"When are you coming back?"

From Vivian's tone, he could hear that she was planning to leave L City permanently and never return.

But Morris asked anyway.

She dressed in a black professional outfit, with her neck-length black hair tied up in a pill, and a strand

of hair hanging at her temples.

Compared to the previous long hair, the short hair was more age-defying and looked cute.

Vivian raised her hand and ran it through the hair at her temples, pinned it behind her ear, and shook

her head, "I should ...... not come back."

It was true that she drank a lot yesterday, but that didn't mean she was really drunk.

There were some things that she thought carefully about.

As important as it was to avenge her adoptive parents, she wasn't a match for the Cheal family and the

Lee family, so why do the foolish thing of hitting a rock with an egg?

It was better to endure the humiliation and go home to her adoptive parents than to send herself to her

death.

Morris kept his gaze on her, looking at the side of her face, well-defined, delicate and small and

endearing.

He didn't say another word.

The two men lapsed into silence.

When they arrived at the negative second floor, Trent was already waiting for the two in the car.

After getting in the car, Morris said, "Go to Hong Hui."

"Mr. Cheal, Hong Hui Company changed its name to 'Jun Lin' a month and a half ago." Trent corrected

to Morris.

The corner of Vivian's mouth on the side twitched, so this guy already knew that she was working at

Issac's company.

No wonder he hadn't asked her which company she was representing for charity when we went to

Liang Chuan together.

She thought that Morris would not care the small company Issac started, it seemed that she

underestimated him.

"Why the sudden change of company name?"

Morris seemed curious.

Trent drove while explaining, "After Hong Hui changed to Jun Lin, there was a big change in the

company's top management, and Issac suddenly perked up."

"Trent, Issac is working very seriously now, right?"

Vivian said to Trent angrily.

She admitted that when she initially went to Hong Hui, the staff up and down the company were all lazy

and slack, but when she returned from being kidnapped abroad, Issac's company suddenly changed its

name to 'Jun Lin', and there was a big change in the company's middle and senior management, and

Issac became more and more attached to the company.

Vivian only thought that Issac had suddenly awakened and wanted to fight his way up the ladder.

But she didn't know that everything Issac did was to be able to make himself stronger, just waiting for

his wings to be full to better protect Vivian.

Yes, yes, yes, Miss Mond is right."

Trent did not argue with her.

Morris’ narrow eyes dropped slightly, his pupils dulled, but he was silent.

Half an hour later, Vivian arrived at Jun Lin and waved with Morris, "Bye-bye."

"I'll pick you up at night and take you back to the old house."

"Okay."

Vivian answered and carried her bag into the Jun Lin company.

Inside the car, Morris watched Vivian drifting away, his face gradually becoming serious as he asked in

a deep voice, "Have you found out the identity of that person in Dongpu Village?"

The masked man from Dongpu Village was the one that Morris was referring to.

"Sorry, I found there is no such person."

Trent was somewhat helpless, "I only know that this person's identity is not simple, and is definitely not

the person the Lee family sent over to lay hands on Miss Mond."