Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

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"So that's what you think."

Vincent stood up and nodded calmly, his amber pupils reflecting Daisy's slightly lonely look.

"That's right, that's what I really think, and I want to have a showdown with you here today."

Daisy sneered, not knowing how many cards Vincent had, and after the showdown there was the next

one, it was enough to think about.

She spoke coldly, her expression hidden in the sudden darkness of the sky: "I don't care if you show

your face to me, you don't give me expectations and I won't respond, and as for your past, what does it

have to do with me?"

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Both are easy for the one who has given his feelings, so Daisy has been exhausted by her own and

Vincent's repeated emotions, tossing her heart out.

She admonished herself, but couldn't keep it down. Vincent sneered at her while desperately trying to

get closer.

This erratic nature of the relationship has left the two men in a state of confusion.

Vincent heard Daisy's answer and couldn't help but frown as he looked at the woman in front of him,

her stubborn and resigned look seemingly expressing her dissatisfaction.

Is there something wrong with what he said?

Vincent did not understand why Daisy was angry, and did not understand why he would care would try

to figure out each other's emotions, which should not have been something he would do, but recently,

he seemed to do such things often.

"There is no need to express anger over such things, as long as you can do it, then what I give you will

definitely be much more than what you have now."

Daisy looked at Vincent a high above the model, the heart more and more cold cold up, she don't own

gaze, twilight dull light can't light Daisy under the eyes of the heavy darkness.

"And if I say I can't?" She laughed twice softly, with all the contempt she could muster.

Vincent's gaze cooled and his lips pursed straight: "What, you still want to resist me?"

The woman in front of him is already unaware of the sky, and he has given enough tolerance, Daisy

now completely really challenge his bottom line.

"Yes." Daisy expressionless pulled the corners of her lips, no trace of light in her eyes, dull as a doll's

pupils.

Vincent half closed his slender eyes, his thin soft lips stiffly hooked, forcing himself to hold back the

anger that had been aroused in his heart.

The two stared at each other, and no one refused to look away first, as if that was a loss.

"Do you have to make that choice?" Vincent spoke quietly, the precursor of a storm already brewing in

his tone.

Daisy, on the other hand, is clearly aware of it and still has to go without a second thought.

She tilted her head and smiled lightly, the wind blew her long black hair, the light in the almond eyes

became demonic and cold, Vincent quietly watched the scene, as if from that smile felt a more

profound despondency than nothingness.

What kind of emotion was that, for her?

"It's my decision because I don't want to be that substitute in your mind right now, obviously I am me

aren't I? You want to live in the past, but I don't."

Daisy knew what her words meant when they were spoken, and she looked at Vincent with determined

eyes, waiting for his answer.

After her last life, she was profoundly disgusted with being held in the palm of her hand and

manipulated at will. If she lost all her personality because she couldn't offend him, then is she still

Daisy?

There is no doubt that she appreciates Vincent's help, but when the love and hate in her heart are

craving for a balance, how can Daisy face a face every day and remain indifferent?

She hated her wavering, and she hated seeing this man every day even more; it was the only thing she

loathed about herself for so long.

"Really, you really are different from those before." Vincent frowned and shifted his gaze slightly.

In the past, those women who pestered him would always expect him to let them do something, and

then come back like a dog to ask for favors, or take the initiative to be nice to him in an attempt to get

their hearts pumping for once.

Seeing their disgusting behavior, Vincent's good feelings were lost first, and with the kind of people who

only see money and power, only more and more empty, so the darkness in his heart drove him to find a

different person.

In all his memories, only Daisy still has a vague memory of giving him a different feeling, and that

feeling remains to this day.

Could it really be the person in front of you?

Vincent looked carefully at the woman in front of him for the first time, pointed chin, fair skin, ordinary

features, in addition to a pair of eyes slightly more look, really can not be called a beautiful woman, but,

under the twilight, she has a seductive aura.

Not overly exposed, not to mention the beautiful body, just a soft and quiet and resolute aura, all this

through the pair of radiant eyes, becoming more and more soul-searching.

"Why are you staring at me." Daisy's back chilled at Vincent's stare and her gaze became a little

impatient.

Until now, she has relied on her own lone courage to force these words, in fact, she does not have any

bottom.

If Vincent insists on torturing her to death, then she can at least break off her thoughts on him and find

another way, anyway, there is no way out of life, just see if you take a shortcut.

"Nothing." Vincent looked back, propped his chin on one hand, and looked up at the completely

darkened sky: "It's late, let's go to the village first."

Vincent naturally walked into Daisy, took her hand and led her down the dim path lit only by the

moonlight, a move that completely confused Daisy as she looked at the broad back walking in front of

her, the warmth of her palm startlingly causing her to struggle.

"Vincent, you're crazy, I've contradicted you so much, why are you still holding me?"

In the old days, he should not be to his own head a sneer, and then threaten some, turn around and go,

how today did so out of character.

Vincent's footsteps beat, turned back and swept her a cool glance, his starry eyes lit by the luminous

white moon: "Do you really want me to leave you here and not care about you anymore?"

"Don't!"

Daisy reacted, immediately shouted out, and hurried closer to Vincent a few points, growing up in the

mountains, she also straighten out how dangerous the deep mountains really are.

Vincent raised an eyebrow, suddenly found that she also has a fearful and cute side, the mood seems

to become a good moment.

He laughed, "Then just be a good boy and come with me, don't irritate me or I'll throw you in to feed the

snakes."