Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

The Purpose of Straight Talk

In her last life, Lauren died of stomach cancer, Daisy was a little emotional, but no more, fate is

unpredictable, she did not want to help others too much to change their fate.

Daisy looked at Lauren's strange expression with pity, raised her hand and finally left, saying goodbye

once again to the village where she had stayed for more than ten years.

The scenery of the mountain village is beautiful, blue water and blue sky, but the road is rugged and

difficult to walk, along the way, Vincent and Daisy almost always remain silent, both seem to have

something on their minds.

"What's the matter, still thinking about the big girl Auntie Lily introduced you to?" Daisy didn't want to

think about those heavy topics anymore, she turned her face and couldn't help but snicker at Vincent.

"You think too much, you talk so much, you're going to be a long-winded woman when you die."

Vincent was no less mean than Daisy, and he swept her twice, his throbbing muscles hinting at his

displeasure.

Daisy also really did not want to pull some nonsense with him, she took out her phone to look at the

time and the sky, digressing: "I guess another half hour to walk to."

"It doesn't matter, it's you, aren't you in a nervous mood?" Vincent is really does not miss any C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

opportunity to test her, he raised his eyebrows Yang, can not see through the emotions under his eyes.

"Not nervous, I should say senseless." It is impossible for Daisy not to panic inside, except that after a

storm on Lauren's side, her own emotions did not fall here at all.

Seeing Daisy's face is not pretend, Vincent some bored withdrew his gaze, he glanced twice Daisy has

been holding in the hands of the iron box, the heart rose doubts.

"All along the way you refused to say what this thing you're holding is, can't you still say it now?"

Vincent has been asking this question all the way, Daisy found him a little too much talk today, she held

the box in her hands without the slightest intention of opening it.

"Stay out of it, we're almost there up ahead, just care about your own business."

Saying that, Daisy took a few quick steps and ran in front of Vincent.

She just won't tell him, where someone will send himself to the mouth of the tiger ah, others will not,

she Daisy even more will not.

Half an hour later, the two arrived at Rosrane Village.

This is a place that belongs to Vincent, yet once here, he became silent. Daisy inclined her head to

look at Vincent's heavy expression a few times, and for a moment, seemed to empathize with him.

"Do you remember the location of the orphanage?" Vincent stopped and waited for Daisy to answer,

knowing that this was the moment where the ordeal would begin.

"Over there."

Raising her arm, Daisy skilfully pointed in a direction, her eyes full of confidence.

Seeing the direction Daisy was pointing, Vincent's eyes darkened and there were some thoughts in his

mind that needed to be verified.

"You're that confident? Then we'll go this way and take a look."

Vincent looked calm and led the way in front of Daisy, his black hair lifted by the wind, his gaze surging

with unknown emotions.

Daisy followed his footsteps, wondering in her mind if she had misremembered the message Paul had

given her.

A few moments later, the two arrived at the old orphanage site. Daisy raised her eyes to look at the

orphanage, which had been deserted, and breathed a sigh of relief.

It does seem to be here, except Vincent is playing sound bites with her.

"I know what you're thinking." Vincent sat on the stone, his gaze confused looking at the dilapidated

house, his slightly bent back, his heart a thousand times: "In fact, there is another orphanage in

Rosrane Village, only it was built by me, many people who impersonated Daisy thought that it was the

real orphanage, they did not realize that in fact this was the place. "

When she heard Vincent say this, Daisy couldn't help but freeze for a moment, she really didn't know

there was this file, but Paul is still reliable.

"Well well, of course they wouldn't know if they were fake, but I've stressed to you from start to finish

that I'm real!"

Daisy's eyes are firm, standing beside Vincent, looking strangely at the building that has completely

fallen into disrepair in front of her, the paint on the walls and almost all the broken glass, all telling the

fact that the place has fallen into disrepair.

Vincent stood up, hands in his coat pockets, his turtleneck sweater obscuring his sharpened chin and

revealing his pale lips.

His gaze was lonely and lonely, as if he wanted to go back to the old days through this ruined light,

Daisy saw his silent appearance, her heart tightened, the stinging feeling made her bite her lips,

swallowed the words she wanted to say.

At this moment, Daisy had to feel like a sinner, trying to use Vincent's past to achieve her own goals,

but the world cannot be all sympathetic, and she had to have her own choices.

"Do you remember anything?" Vincent looked back at Daisy, and the dark tide that used to surge in his

eyes had now turned into a sea under the moon, quiet and deep.

"Time has passed too long ago, I will not remember that much, besides I did not really grow up from the

orphanage, there are still some memories about Xiaoan, also said to you."

Daisy clenched her hand, not knowing if these words could be put off, and was slightly nervous.

Vincent looked up at her, the emotions in his heart stumbled, but on the surface he still looked like he

was on cloud nine: "Really, if that's indeed the case, there's nothing I can do, after all, you are the most

like a Daisy in all these years."

He used the most like, instead of her or Daisy, Daisy was stunned, her heart flooded with various

emotions for a while, she did not know what kind of thoughts the man in front of her had.

"I don't care how you think about it." Daisy opened the door dryly, looking puzzled, suppressing the

unease drumming in her heart.

At that, Vincent looked back at her, his handsome face was blown white by the cold wind, he suddenly

laughed lightly and said calmly, "Of course you don't mind, Daisy, it's not that I can't prove you're fake,

it's that I don't want to believe it, you know?"

Standing beside Vincent, Daisy froze, her eyes widening in considerable surprise, not responding for a

moment to what he meant by these words.

She stammered and asked, "It's hard to ...... you ......"

Like me?

Daisy couldn't ask the rest of the question, she lowered her eyes and thought back to every moment

when the two of them were together, obviously the two of them didn't feel so compatible with each

other, why would he say such misleading words?

"You're thinking too much." Vincent saw her somewhat scarlet cheeks, and knew that the woman in

front of him was thinking far ahead again.

He pursed his lips and spoke quietly, "It's just that my past needs you to fill it, and you're the perfect

replacement for Daisy so far."

Hearing Vincent's answer, Daisy's pink bubbles in her heart were all burst by him one by one. She

squeezed her fingers tightly, her heart sinking, and kicked a stone on the roadside in embarrassment.