My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 195 Isn't that Master

"I couldn't sleep, I'd go for a walk."

Vivian pretended to be relaxed as she chatted with Morris, trying to hide the depressing feeling in her

heart.

So much had happened in the last few days, and she was really a bit tired.

With those words, she turned around and walked straight away, carrying her phone.

Watching her leave, Morris didn't follow her.

She needed privacy.

Vivian left her apartment and stopped a taxi on the side of the road, "Go to Feinan Street."

The taxi started and headed straight for its destination.

It was late at night, the streets were sparsely populated, the car was fast, and a journey that would

normally take an hour was made in thirty minutes.

After paying, Vivian stood in the central square on Feinan Street, where a group of dude's unruly

youths danced wildly under the flashing colorful lights, and BIGBANG's "fantastic baby" accompanied

by a deafening DJ set the whole atmosphere to its peak.

Boomshakalaka boomshakalaka

Boomshakalaka

Dan dan dan dan dance

......

Vivian gently shook her head to the rhythm of the music, extraordinarily enjoying the moment of

relaxation.

Feinan Street, on the outskirts of town, is also a carnival spot for motorcycle enthusiasts.

Immersed in the hustle and bustle of the square, Vivian tried her best to forget all her worries.

When the song was over, a group of people stepped back and a dozen of motorcycles lined up side by Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

side, with handsome, wild, or foreign-looking owners.

A bikini-clad girl walked up to the motorcycle, held a flag and shouted, "Five, four, three ......"

The sexy girl counted down while the motorcycles had long since picked up the throttle, emitting a

buzzing, piercing roar, the rousing sound inexplicably exhilarating to listen to.

"Two, one!"

As the last number fell, the flag waved down, and those motorcycles flew off as if they had been struck

by an arrow.

"Wow, go for it."

"Samuel is awesome, Samuel is number one."

"Come on, we're here for you."

"Holy shit, that's cool."

......

A dozen motorcycles sped away, fading out of sight.

Vivian walked to a kiosk, bought a bottle beer, and sat down. Watching the young men frolicking, she

felt much better.

She was sitting on the road with a chilli bar in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other, by a glance,

she seemed to see a familiar figure.

Vivian was stunned, "Is that ...... Houghton?"

How was that possible?

How did Master show up here?

Vivian threw the object in her hand directly into a trash can on the side, got up and darted across the

road, following the one in the black robe.

The man walked too fast into the alley and finally disappeared into the twilight around the corner.

"Where is he?"

Vivian looked around and searched for him, but there was no sign of Master at all.

She reached up and rubbed her eyes, "Did I make a mistake ......"

"Vivian, is it really you?"

As she was standing in place, dazed, someone suddenly tapped her on the shoulder behind her.

She turned around and couldn't help but look depressed, "Mike? What a coincidence."

It was already early in the morning, and Vivian never thought that she would actually meet Mike here.

With those words, she immediately reached up and touched her face, wrinkling her brow, and touched

the wig on her head, "I'm made up like this, and you still recognize me?"

Was she too bag at make-up or was it just Mike had good eyes?

Mike was wearing a white shirt, a black leather vest, and a thick necklace around his neck, with a pair

of loose jeans, setting off that bearded face with an increasingly evil and handsome look.

Cool, and tasty!

This was simply a fashion trendsetter who was on the cutting edge.

He was clearly seven years older than Morris, yet there were no signs of age left on his face.

"I've been watching you in the square for a long time, so I'm sure it's yours."

Mike took a step back and looked Vivian up and down, unable to hold back laughters, "This costume

......"

"What's wrong with me, am I ugly? Haha."

"No, it's very special. I like it."

Being abroad for many years, Mike spoke very directly.

Vivian pursed her lips and felt embarrassed, so she deliberately changed the subject, "By the way, how

is Grandma doing?"

"She is fine."

"Oh, that's good." Vivian nodded, sighed, and added, "Sorry about the wedding, it was an accident. I

......"

"Those things are none of my business, no need to explain to me."

Mike interrupted Vivian's words and took her hand as soon as he could, "Since you came to Feinan

Street, it means you like motorcycles. I happen to have bought a new Harley, so I'll take you for a ride."

He walked ahead and Vivian followed behind, her eyes staring straight at the hand he was holding

tightly, her mind so blank that she almost automatically blocked out Mike's words.

"Uh ...... well ...... okay."

Vivian stammered and quietly drew back her hand, "Just in time to go for a ride."

"Good."

The corner of Mike's lips hooked slightly, and he smiled wickedly, sexy and provocative.

Such a man was extraordinarily attractive with a wicked sexiness in his maturity and stability.

But at the same time, she knew that Mike was a dangerous man and needed to be kept away.

"You have a good relationship with Morris?"

The two chatted as they walked.

Although Mike smiled, Vivian was extra cautious about every question he asked.

She shook her head, "Just friends. If it weren't for grandma liking me, we would not have known each

other."

Walking over to the square, Mike pointed the black Harley motorcycle, the latest limited edition

motorcycle that came out this year, with an amazing price .......

Vivian circled the motorcycle, "This is the newly released, worldwide limited model H......"

An abrupt motorcycle roar interrupted Vivian's words.

By the time she looked up, a blue Harley motorcycle had pulled up in front of her.

The motorcycle stopped, and the man sitting on it removed his helmet and raised to ruffle his hair on

his forehead, revealing that handsome face.

"Don't you want to go for a ride? Let's go."

The man looked to Vivian and gave a slight sideways glance towards her, gesturing for her to get on

the car.

"Morris, what brings you here?"

Vivian was incomparably surprised, unable to figure out why Morris had appeared here.

He was wearing grey suit pants, a black vest over a white shirt, and a black and white checkered tie,

just like the professional attire of a business elite, and with that motorcycle, he was simply handsome.

Morris did not give her an answer, but lift his long legs and get out of the motorcycle, placing his helmet

on it and walking over to Mike, "Uncle Mike, what a coincidence."

"That's quite a coincidence." Mike placed his hands in his jeans pockets and shrugged, "Since we ran

into each other, how about a match?" He gestured to the motorcycle.