My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 167 The Mysterious Master

Vivian, who was in a downward position, fell her body to the side, carried the wine in one hand,

propped herself up on the ground with the other, and kicked the other foot hard towards Houghton's

arm.

Houghton tilted his body back slightly, and his other hand clutched Vivian's other foot directly, pushing

his hands forward with all his might, and coming up with a sweeping leg in the process.

Vivian, who had lost her support, fell heavily to the ground, smashing down a patch of grass.

"So useless! It's only been less than half a year, and you've forgot everything that I taught you?"

Houghton reprimanded with a serious expression.

"Ouch, the fall killed me."

Vivian sat on the ground and glared at Houghton in aggression, "I tried to protect this bottle of wine, or

else how could you have taken me down so quickly?"

"You are just stupid, don't make so many excuses."

"Sign."

Vivian sighed and got up from the ground, patting the grass on her body and bristling, "Alright, I admit

that I am not good at it."

Before she left Zhutang Town, she thought she was overly skilled and never practiced her skills

seriously with Houghton.

But ever since she met Morris, Vivian had learned that there were people outside much better than her.

How could she be a match for Master when she couldn't even defeat Morris with her skills?

Seeing her hanging her head, Houghton snatched the wine from her hand and opened the lid while

asking, "Tell me, who has bullied you? I will help you beat him up and take out your anger."

"Master, is it too late for me to learn properly from you?"

"Of course it's in time."

"Really?"

"That's for sure. As long as you're willing to raise me, that's not a problem."

"Master, don't worry, in the future, I will definitely raise you." Vivian climbed up from the ground,

wrapped her arms around Houghton, and said with a smile.

Houghton just unscrewed the cap of the bottle in his hand, lowered his head and sniffed the wine, and

instantly grinned, "Haha, good wine, good wine. Vivian, bring me a few more bottles of this wine in the

future."

With that, he walked away, clutching the bottle.

After a few steps, he walked back.

Vivian thought to herself, "Not bad, Master finally remembered her.

Just as she thought so in her mind, the next moment she saw Houghton pushing her away, "Get out of

the way." He walked to the water bank, leaned down and picked up the fish basket, laughed out, and

said to himself, "There is meat and wine, wonderful, hahaha ......"

Houghton carried the wine in one hand and the fish basket in the other and walked towards his yard,

just as if he had forgotten about Vivian.

"Old man, did you forget you have a disciple?"

She stood her ground and yelled at him.

Houghton looked back at her, "Can't you walk on your own? Do you want me, an old man, to carry

you?" Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Vivian: It makes sense.

She bumbled along, carrying the basket of vegetables she had just brought along with her into the

yard.

Although Vivian had known Houghton since she was a child, he was a mysterious person, Vivian only

knew that he was called Houghton, and also knew that he could do bamboo weaving, and was a

mysterious old man who was proficient in martial arts.

She looked at the tea ceremony table and chairs set up in the courtyard, the wooden house of mortise

and tenon construction, and couldn't help but sigh, "Old man, you're so good at enjoying life."

"If you like it here, you can stay and live with me. I'm lonely."

"Yeah, sure, no problem."

Vivian said as she bounced into the house and wandered around the place where she had grown up

since she was a child, and although half a year had passed, everything was the same as it had been in

the beginning and hadn't changed at all.

She moved a wicker chair over and sat in the courtyard with Houghton, blowing in the cool breeze,

having a drink and talking.

Houghton tasted a mouthful of wine and couldn't help but nod, "Well, good wine. Soft in the mouth,

mellow and rich in flavor, sweet in the aftertaste, good wine, good wine. When will you give me a few

more bottles of this wine?"

The corners of Vivian's mouth twitched.

She thought, "Old man, you really know good wine. Do you know that this wine is more than 10,000?

It was a nice bottle of wine that she had someone buy it when she was going back, expensive as hell.

He finished it in three or two gulps, it was a waste.

"Hahahaha, okay, okay. Anytime you want a drink, I will buy it for you." She smiled and nodded her

head in agreement.

Even though the wine was expensive, Houghton was her master and it was only right to buy it for him.

Even if it was expensive, she had to accept it.

"Old man, don’t drink too much. My mom has a meat stew at home, waiting for you to come over and

we'll have a family dinner."

"Oh, wonderful, wonderful. Let's go, I will go down with you."

"Tsk ...... old man, you don't have any principles at all. A little meat can make you happy."

"Watch your language."

"Ouch, Master, don't hit me on the head, it hurts."

......

So the two went down together, and at Vivian's house, the four were reunited for a meal.

With wine and food, they talked till late at night, laughter echoing in the living room, warm and

harmonious.

After dinner, Lincoln sent Houghton home, and Vivian, who had drunk as much as she could, fell

asleep.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already early the next morning.

She simply packed up, put on her sweatshirt, grabbed her phone, and went out for her morning run.

The country roads were sparsely populated, and she jogged along.

At that moment, suddenly a van came slowly and stopped abruptly in front of her.

Vivian's eyebrows knitted together and she felt bad.

Just as she hesitated, the van door opened it car and six men in suits stepped out of it.