“That’s not good.”


    Vivian cried andughed, “I really need to learn it in a hurry, otherwise it will be troublesome in the future.”


    “I didn’t say I wouldn’t let you learn, I’ll teach you.”Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    “You teach me?” Vivian’s eyes lit up, suddenly thinking that Morris had learned cryptguage in a very short period of time, there must be a special trick, so she was looking forward to it, “Yes, what’s the secret, you can tell me about it.”


    The manughed lightly, “There is no secret, these words need to be memorized by heart.”


    “How do you learn so fast without a trick?”


    “Because …” Morris raised his hand and nudged his finger on her nose, “Your husband is smart.”


    Looking at the little proud look on his face, Vivian was amused, “I didn’t find you so fond of putting gold on your face before.”


    Noon.


    Morris cooked a sumptuous lunch, several people sat in the dining room to eat, when Houghton looked up and said to Vivian: “I have discussed with your mother today, your work schedule for you to arrange a little. In the future, sses will start at six in the morning and end at three in the afternoon, and then start martial arts training. Time is short, and we must use all the time we have.”


    Looking at a schedule ced on the table, Vivian’s skin-like face was tinted with a little coldness, “Starting at six and ending at ten …”


    She murmured a sentence, and after she finished, a light snort came out between her nostrils, as if she was giving vent to her discontent.


    Cindere Sabastian put down her bowl and chopsticks with her usual elegant smile on her face, “We know it’s harder, but it’s for your own good.”


    Vivian took a chopstick of spicy beef and filled her mouth, chewing slowly, “Then I should thank you.”


    She didn’t look up, and returned with a grim smile.


    After the meal, not waiting for Vivian to go upstairs to study, the maid immediately trotted in, “Old Mr. Donald, Mrs. Cindere, Martin is here with Marilyn and Myron.”


    Houghton stood with his arms folded and frowned tightly, “What are they doing here?”


    “Say, say …” the servant nced at Vivian, “Say they’re here to see Miss.”


    Aidan Sabastian’s eyes sank, “Let them go, without permission, who let theme!”


    “I’ll go meet them.”


    Vivian ignored the crowd and stepped out.


    Cindere Sabastian was in the way and couldn’t go out, so she could only go upstairs, wanting to observe the situation from the window of her room.


    Also to avoid theming inter and bumping into her, not good.


    “I’lle with you.”


    Aidan Sabastian, uneasy with Vivian, followed her out together.


    Walking out of the living room and across the small yard, through the fence, Vivian saw the Baron siblings standing outside.


    Walking outside the courtyard, Vivian looked at them with a light face, “Looking for me?”


    “Well, I brought Myron over to make amends with you.” Martin has always been calm and wise, and his words and actions always give people a sense of sophistication.


    Myron reluctantly tilted his head, upset, but still said against his will, “I’m sorry for what I did the other day.”


    It was Marilyn who stretched her neck to look into the courtyard, as if looking for something, and finally asked, “Vivian, where is your little follower?”


    Vivian remembered Morris said Marilyn found out his true identity, but he was thinking of Morris this way, to let Vivian’s heart leisurely gave birth to an unrealistic idea …


    Marilyn can’t be that interested in Morris, right?


    A woman’s sixth sense is very strong.