My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 325 Sue was Shocked

"Well?"

He asked Vivian.

Vivian stood with her arms around her chest, looking him up and down, and nodded with great

satisfaction, "Not bad."

"Sure it's not that became I'm good looking?"

The man looked at her, his lips curled into a light smile, his eyes full of doting.

"Narcissistic."

While it was true that Morris had a good shape, and he had the quality to be narcissistic.

"Hello, do you have any high-class men's clothes?"

At this moment, a customer walked into the clothing shop and spoke to the clerk.

The voice was quite familiar.

The two of them, Vivian and Morris, subconsciously looked over in search of the voice and saw that the

person standing in the clothing shop was Sue.

The two of them saw her, and she saw them both.

"Morris?"

When Sue saw Morris, she walked towards him and asked in a puzzled manner, "What brings you

here?"

"Nonsense, what else could we be doing here if not buying clothes?"

Thinking about the ambiguity between Sue and Morris earlier, Vivian could not help but dislike her.

Fortunately, Vivian had worn a miniature voice changer, otherwise her identity would be exposed at this

moment.

"You ......"

Sue knitted her brows, sizing up the unrestrained man in front of her, who was very unfamiliar.

She had been in L City for many years, but she had never seen this man before, let alone knowing that

Morris would have such a friend.

Sue gazed at Morris and asked, "Morris, is this man your friend?"

"If he wasn't a friend, would I have brought him here to buy clothes?"

Wasn't that obvious?

The question was nonsense.

Her displeasure fell on Morris’ eyes as it were.

Instead of thinking her reckless in nature, Morris could feel that Vivian was jealous when he saw her

reaction, which inexplicably made him enjoy it immensely.

Sensing the provocation of the man in front of her, Sue snorted and said without losing her manners,

"Although I don't know what your relationship with Morris is, you might not know that Morris never buys

clothes from such cheap clothing shops, all his clothes are personally designed by C Country's chief

designer Mireille, and each piece is unique."

Although Armani took the high-end route, it was far from being up to Morris’ standards.

The clerks at the side heard Sue's words and it dawned on them in due course.

No wonder they had not seen any logos on the extraordinary gentleman they had just seen dressed up

in his extraordinary clothes, but it turned out that they were all hand-made clothes.

It was actually designed by Master Mireille, the chief designer of C Country.

Of course, this sentence made Vivian embarrassed as well.

Today, she had just happened to come over to shop, she had nothing better to do than taking Morris

around the mall and had already picked out the high-end section of the mall, not realizing that all of

Morris' clothes were actually premium goods that needed to be personally designed and created by the

designer.

For a moment, she didn't know how to retort.

"There's no need to listen to her. The dress you picked out is very comfortable, the fit is good, and I like

it."

How could Morris let Vivian fall behind?

He immediately beckoned to the clerk and said, "I'll take this dress, get me a new one."

"Sir, I'm very sorry. This dress is the last one left and there is no more in stock." The clerk came forward

and said very apologetically. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

This time, Vivian was even more speechless.

She helplessly said, "Forget it, since there is no stock."

"That's not true. How can the clothes Morris bought be something that someone else has tried on?"

Sue gave a cold cry, her gaze occasionally sizing up the man with short grey hair, always feeling that

she hadn't seen him before, but yet she felt that this man was inexplicably familiar.

It was true that Morris had a cleanliness fetish, and it was already a personal change to be willing to try

on such clothes that others had tried on.

But this dress was surprisingly new and not yet in stock.

Although his heart resisted, when he saw Vivian's rather lost look, he could not help but feel

heartbroken.

Immediately, he said, "It doesn't matter, just take it back and wash it."

Vivian sighed, "Forget it, if there is not a new one, let’s not take it."

"It doesn't matter, you picked it for me, I like it." He smiled gently, his eyes full of sunshine.

Sue, who was originally calm and unruffled, had her eyes widen incredibly when she heard Morris say

these words.

Astonished, she looked at Morris and then at the man with short grey hair, unable to stop her hand from

clutching her bag, her gaze wandering back and forth between the two of them.

"Morris, you, you guys ......"

There was too much information.

She clearly felt the specialness that Morris had for this man.

Especially looking at him, it was clear that it was the imploring look of someone who loved someone

deeply.

"What's your relationship?" Sue stammered and held her tongue for a long time before finally asking.

Without waiting for Morris to say anything, Vivian slightly stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around

Morris' neck, haughtily raised her chin and said at Sue, "You can't even tell what kind of relationship I

have with him, and you still think you know him so well?"

Morris couldn't stop smiling, warm and gentle.

This was a look that Sue had never seen before.

Her mind was in disarray and she bit her lips in anger, "Morris, don't you like Vivian? How could you be

with a man? No, it can't be. How could you possibly like a man? It's absolutely impossible."

Sue shook her head repeatedly, her beautiful eyes loaded with loss and despair.

If it was said that Morris liked Vivian, she as a woman could still fight for it, if Morris had a problem with

his orientation and liked a man.

Then she didn't stand a chance!

It was a good coincidence that Vivian also thought of this, and she suddenly wondered, if she let Sue

mistakenly think that Morris liked men, would she stay away from Morris in the future?

With this in mind, she didn't care what Morris thought.

With one arm around his shoulders and one hand slightly raised, she cupped both of his cheeks and

wrenched them in her direction, forcing him to face her.

Then, not even looking directly into Morris’ eyes, Vivian leaned down and dropped a kiss directly on his

lips.

When it was over, she looked at Sue again, "Is that not enough to understand?"

"Holy shit!"

"OMG, I actually saw that man's kissing this man."

"Handsome, too handsome. Isn't this beautiful?"

"So handsome that I got a nosebleed."

"What a pervert."

......

The few clerks standing over there were in uproar again when they saw the man with short grey hair

kissing the president in his arms in a domineering manner.