My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 92 Please Be a Man

"Morris, isn't my luggage in your hands? Where's my luggage?"

She frowned at Morris and questioned him.

The man closed the umbrella and carefully fastened it. He glanced at Vivian coldly and opened his thin

lips slightly. "We're neither relatives nor friends. Why should I help you carry your luggage?"

Good heavens, it turned out that he was holding a grudge.

Vivian's face went grim. She rolled her eyes at Morris, thinking that he got angry when she introduced

him to Karl.

But who knew that he would be so stingy?

"You're ruthless. Our friendship ends here."

She snorted and said to Karl, "Wait here for me. I'll get a luggage and come right away."

After that, she turned around to get her luggage. When she went around Morris, her elbow hit him in

the arm hard. She barged her way back.

The mountain road was muddy, and it was still wet and slippery. She was very slow when she went

down the mountain.

For the distance which should have cost over 10 minutes, she had walked for more than 20 minutes.

When she returned in another 20 minutes, there was only Morris there, and the others were all gone.

She angrily put the suitcase on the ground, glared at Morris, and asked, "Where is Karl?"

"He said you were too slow, so he left first."

Morris held an umbrella in one hand and the other in his sportswear pocket as he said indifferently.

"Can't you be a man!"

Vivian rolled her eyes at him angrily.

Just because of her words, the bastard threw her luggage a few kilometers away, which made her walk

for almost an hour in vain.

"I'm neither your relative nor your friend. It's none of your business whether I'm a man or not."

The man took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and smoked silently.

Vivian bypassed Morris and walked forward with her luggage.

The road up the mountain was rugged and difficult. With a heavy rain, the road was muddy, making it

increasingly difficult.

She carried her luggage up the mountain, which took a lot of energy.

After she reached the top of the mountain, she looked up and found that Karl and the two men had

already reached the top of the mountain ahead.

She could vaguely see their figures.

Angry at Morris, Vivian walked in front, not saying a word.

Morris followed closely behind. Seeing her plodding, he asked, "Do you need help?"

"I'm neither close nor old friends with you. I don't care!"

The little woman replied angrily.

"Well, it makes sense."

Morris responded and did not say anything else. Instead, he silently followed behind her.

She went up and then down the mountain. Although Vivian was wearing anti-theft shoes, she couldn't

stand the steep mountain road and the wet and slippery road. She was going to fall several times.

Finally, she used a box to support herself on the ground.

However, she did not notice that every time she was about to slide, Morris stretched out his hand,

intending to support her, but then silently retracted his hand because she stood firm.

Vivian, who was panting from exhaustion, stood halfway up the mountain and looked at the steep

mountain road. She was afraid that she would slide later. She stood on a stone with her hands on her

waist and looked back at Morris.

Their eyes met.

One was calm and relaxed, while the other was panting.

The suitcase was too heavy. It was not easy for Vivian to carry it so far.

She was angry, but in the end, she had to surrender.

As the old saying goes, whoever understands the times is a great man, and man is expected to live for

himself.

Therefore, she chose to give in.

"Morris, you are my sworn brother, but what do you mean by not helping me along the way? Do you

believe that I will tell Grandma about it when we are back home?"

You son of a bitch. You can't be a man.

You deserve to single at nearly 30. I wish you all your life a bachelor!"

The man raised his eyebrows. "Oh, really? Who just said that she had nothing to do with me?"

"I, I... I was just kidding. Do you take it seriously? Is your heart as small as a needle?" She roared.

Unexpectedly, Morris nodded seriously. "Yes."

"You..."

F*ck you, you son of a b*tch. You're ruthless.

Vivian Mond took a deep breath and closed her eyes slowly to calm down.

"I can't be angry, I can't be angry!"

"Sorry... I apologize for what I just said."

She stood in front of him, bending 90 degrees, one bow, two bow, three...

When she bowed for the third time, Morris Cheal grabbed her chin. "You're in such a hurry to pray for

me to die. Who will carry your luggage?"

Only in front of a dead man did one need to bow three times.

This damned woman was cursing him to die sooner or later.

Did she really think he couldn't tell?

"No, I'm bowing three times to show my sincerity."

Vivian Mond smiled obsequiously, her smile not reaching the bottom of her eyes.

That's right. She bowed three times to show her sincerity and prayed sincerely to the heavens that

Morris Cheal, such a despicable, shameless, and dirty man, would die early.

It saved him the trouble of living and harming the people.

"Then what's your relationship with me?" The man asked back.

Vivian Mond rolled her eyes at him. "Brother, I'm sorry. It's my fault. You're my brother,elder brother,my

dear brother. Is that okay?"

"I don't want to argue with you."

Morris Cheal threw the umbrella to Vivian Mond, walked up to her, picked up her luggage, and then

reached out to her.

Seeing this, Vivian Mond was stunned. "What are you doing? What do you mean?"

She subconsciously covered her pocket. "Don't tell me you want to charge for carrying my luggage?"

I beg you to be a person. Don't be such a dog, okay?

"Cut the crap!"

Morris Cheal took a step closer to her and grabbed her hand. He carried luggage with one hand and

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Vivian Mond felt a warm sensation in her palm. Her small hand was tightly wrapped around by his large

palm. For some reason, a sense of security hit her.

But in a flash, Vivian Mond suddenly came to her senses. "Hey, Morris Cheal, let go of me. I seriously

suspect that you're taking advantage of me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Morris Cheal immediately loosened his grip. Coincidentally, it was a

steep slope. Vivian Mond slipped and fell to the ground. "Ouch, my butt."

She fell to the ground, and her butt and waist hurt.

Vivian Mond took a deep breath in pain. Looking at the sneakers she was wearing, she couldn't help

but murmur, "What rubbish! It's not against the law at all."

The man two meters away from her turned back and looked at her coldly with no expression.

With one hand on her waist, Vivian Mond wanted to get up, but the steep slope around her was too

steep and she didn't have any support. She was afraid that she would slip down like a slide before she

got up.

She looked at Morris Cheal and said, "Come and help me, okay, brother?"

The word "brother" almost squeezed out of his teeth.

As a result, Morris Cheal said, "I don't want to waste my time."

The man spoke lightly, but there was a hint of indifference in his words.

Vivian Mond was both angry and aggrieved, but she could only suppress the anger in her heart.

"Brother, I'm joking with you. I'm your sister. You have to protect me, or I'll tell grandma when I get

back."