“So this time, she came out with me and indulged for once. Compared to how reckless she was in the Hidden Tribe, she is now very restrained.” Vivian wrapped her arms around him and rested her chin on his shoulder, “You just don’t bother with her, okay.”N?velDrama.Org (C) content.


    In the Hidden Tribe, thend was vast and sparsely popted, so Margarita Jones would not have any problems even if she was racing.


    It’s just that she brought the bad habits she had in Hidden Nation to L City.


    Morris listened quietly as Vivian pampered him, her soft voice like that of a kitten throwing her arms around him.


    It was hard for him not to be touched.


    But Morris only nced at her lightly and continued to sleep with his eyes closed.


    Seeing this scene, Vivian: “…”


    Well, this man waspletely pissed off.


    After getting married to Morris, she hadn’t really seen Morris really angry.


    This time the car ident did not happen big, but the memory of it is still haunting.


    It was a good thing that the road was a ditch and they avoided it in time, otherwise the consequences would have been unthinkable.


    Vivian let out a long sigh, helplessly reaching out and scratching his head, not knowing how to coax Morris.


    “Is your husband so angry, are you worried about me?”


    She turned sideways, her head in front of Morris, cupped his cheeks with both hands, and leaned down to give her a kiss on the lips.


    The moment she kissed him, Vivian blinked her eyshes, and her long, thick, butterfly-wingedshes scraped against Morris’s face, tingling and tickling his heart.


    But he was so caught up in his anger that he really didn’t want to pay attention to her.


    Vivian kissed him and found that Morris still had his eyes closed and didn’t move, her brow knitted deeper and deeper.


    This time, the man finally opened his eyes.


    The only thing is that he wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her directly to sit sideways on hisp, turning passivity into initiative, nibbling and sucking to his heart’s content, wanting to give vent to the intense thoughts that had umted over the past two or three days.


    The driver’s seat, Trent nced at the rearview mirror, clearly saw the scene behind, can not help but smile.


    He was a little envious, envious of the rtionship between his boss and the youngdy.


    Inexplicably, Angelo’s face came to mind.


    Angelo her …


    She seems to like her own brother, right?


    Trent was so lost in thought that he abruptly saw a vaning head-on, and he jerked the steering wheel.


    Vivian and Morris in the back row fell directly into the car seat, Vivian nearly fell into the car, fortunately by Morris a tight embrace, to avoid this ident.


    “Don’t you know how to drive?”


    Morris kicked Trent in the driver’s seat and scolded angrily.


    “Sorry boss, I … my fault.” Trent grinned and huffed darkly.


    He seemed to have ruined the kiss between the boss and the youngdy.


    It was a sin, a sin.


    Morris raised his hand and raised the middle partition, blocking Trent’s view.


    He wrapped his arms around Vivian and spun her around, and Vivian was already lying on the seat, while he was holding her down, propped up on the edge of the car seat with one hand and cupped her chin with the other, “Don’t do anything risky, Margarita Jones is single and can indulge with abandon, but you are different. You have parents, you have our children …”


    And me!


    Of course, the three most important words, Morris did not say out loud.


    He was not quitefortable with such a blunt confession.


    Vivian hands around his neck, a sweet smile, “Well, husband is right, I pay attention next time … ah!”


    With a p on the ground, Vivian let out a cry of pain.


    Morris’s p on the side of her buttocks, with a little force, quite painful.


    He questioned in a cold voice, “Do you want to have another time?”