Chapter 195 Isn''t that Master
"I couldn''t sleep, I''d go for a walk."
Vivian pretended to be rxed as she chatted with Morris, trying to hide the depressing feeling in her
heart.
So much had happened in thest 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 waste at night, the streets were sparsely popted, 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 shing colorful lights, and BIGBANG''s "fantastic baby" apanied
by a deafening DJ set the whole atmosphere to its peak.
Boomshakka boomshakka
Boomshakka
Dan dan dan dan dance
......
Vivian gently shook her head to the rhythm of the music, extraordinarily enjoying the moment of
rxation.
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
side, with handsome, wild, or foreign-looking owners.
A bikini-d girl walked up to the motorcycle, held a g 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 exhrating to listen to.
"Two, one!"
As thest number fell, the g 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 nce,
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 ck 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 ce, 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 ck leather vest, and a thick ne around his neck, with a pair
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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 backughters, "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 ident. I
......"
"Those things are none of my business, no need to exin 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 nk 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 rtionship 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 ck Harley motorcycle, thetest 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 nce towards her, gesturing for her to get on
the car.
"Morris, what brings you here?"
Vivian was iparably surprised, unable to figure out why Morris had appeared here.
He was wearing grey suit pants, a ck vest over a white shirt, and a ck 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, cing his helmet
on it and walking over to Mike, "Uncle Mike, what a coincidence."
"That''s quite a coincidence." Mike ced his hands in his jeans pockets and shrugged, "Since we ran
into each other, how about a match?" He gestured to the motorcycle.