Only when they were far away did they reluctantly withdraw their gaze, and one of them suddenly said, “Why do I feel that they look familiar?”


    “Seems like I’ve seen them somewhere before.”


    “Have you seen them before? They look like rich people, how could they have seen each other?”


    The three of them were rambling as they walked towards the nurses’ station.


    Here, Morris carried Vivian straight to the entrance of Margarita Jones’ VIP room.


    Vivian leaned on Morris’s arms, flirting with him earlier, and was in an extraordinarily happy mood at the moment.


    Even listening to the three nursesplimenting Morris, she couldn’t help but look at Morris a few more times.


    Exquisite standard golden ratio face, five deep three-dimensional features, sword eyebrows and starry eyes,parable to modeling face as cool and handsome, proper domineering president himself.


    I have to admit, Morris is really handsome.


    He carries a natural dignified temperament, but also has the coldness of a stranger, especially his unsmiling face gives people a faint detachment, let people look away, but can not help but the ultimate face temptation, want to look more.


    “Put me down.”


    When she reached the door of the ward, Vivian gently tapped Morris on the shoulder.


    Morris leaned down and carefully put Vivian down.


    Vivian pushed the door open and entered the room, while Morris lifted his hand and tugged off his necktie, hanging it casually around his neck.N?velDrama.Org (C) content.


    The action is fluid but with a few handsome, invisible emitting a mature man’s sexy charm, tantalizing.


    In the ward, Margarita Jones is lying on the hospital bed ying with her cell phone, Ethan is sitting in the escort chair and peeling her apple.


    Before he could peel the apple in his hand, he heard the door of the ward m, and he turned around to see Morris and Vivian.


    Ethan hurriedly put the things in his hand in the fruit tray on the table, “Boss, youngdy.”


    “You’re here? The police didn’t make things difficult for … uh … you, why are you back?”


    Margarita Jones was full of worry when she saw Vivian walk in, fearing that she would be reprimanded by the police officers for being difficult, but when Morris came into view, Margarita Jones only felt her eyelids jump twice.


    She subconsciously made a small gesture of swallowing saliva, and muttered in her heart, but her eyes met Vivian again and gave her a wink.


    As if to say: Why is your husband back? Then I’m not dead?


    Vivian shook her head slightly, not moving much, in a quiet way to reassure Margarita Jones, so that she does not worry too much.


    “What, you don’t want me toe back?”


    Morris ced his hands in the pockets of his suit pants, his handsome face as cold as ever.


    He was a different person than he had been a few minutes ago.


    When facing Vivian alone, he seemed to give her all the tenderness he had, and was the only one who was unstintingly gentle with Vivian.


    Margarita Jones smiled awkwardly, “No, I didn’t mean that.”


    What a way to die.


    The first time he drove Vivian out and had a car ident, he now came back and wanted to skin her to atone for his sins.


    Morris strolled up to her and looked down at Margarita Jones, who was leaning against the bed, “You’re in L City, I’ll let you do whatever you want. I have only one wife, and my children have only one mother, and she has parents. Understand?”


    He spelled out the words clearly, his tone sounded calm, but mixed with a strong sense of warning.


    Especially his handsome face, the face is gloomy, the heart of the displeasure, unconcealed exposed.


    Vivian stood beside Morris, listening to his words, could not help but feel a warmth in his heart, like seeping in a honey pot, very sweet and warm heart.